Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1711 1683. Narrow Carriage
"This place occupies a large area, and its location in the military camp seems to be very important."

The Embers Knight who was leading Lincoln over said to him on horseback.

"But you see, even in such a mess, few Nilfgaardians want to escape from here or steal things from here."

Lincoln was also on horseback, controlling his horse to pace in circles and observe the area in front of him.

As the Embers Knight's brother said, this is totally abnormal.

The defeated and riotous soldiers had no reason or thinking at all; they were all tiny individuals caught up in the wave of failure and swept away by collective panic.

The purpose of looting is to escape.

Abandoning one's duties is also to escape death.

In short, everything is done for survival. It is not uncommon for a defeated army to leave even their own brothers behind.

Just bypass this place?

Lincoln did not believe that the defeated soldiers who had fallen into mass panic would still retain basic rationality and thinking.

What is more likely is that the place before them also makes them feel panic.

So I took a detour in panic.

"Have you seen what's inside?"

The Embers Knight's clerk asked.

"No, there are still people holding the defense line inside. But I have called several groups of people over at the same time." The Ember Knight who called Lincoln over took off the shield from the saddle and drew out the long sword. "Look, everyone is here. We can break through here."

As they spoke, another group of people drove away the soldiers blocking the way on the chaotic road to the Nilfgaardian military camp and hurried over here.

There were two more Embers Knights, rushing over with a group of dwarves and humans who were temporarily transferred.

After arriving, the four Embers Knights present hardly said a word. They just glanced at each other quickly, and their tacit understanding was equivalent to informing each other.

As soon as the sound of horse hooves stopped, the four men dismounted at the same time.

Lincoln hung his spear on the saddle, and as if it had been agreed in advance, an Embers Knight behind him immediately kicked up a shield with the Great Sun Wheel emblem printed on it from the ground.

As soon as Lincoln let go of the spear, he turned around, grabbed the shield that was still in the air, and put it on his arm.

Then, the Embers Knight, who had also equipped his shield, stood in the first row without saying a word.

Behind them, several dwarves were holding their usual battle axes, rubbing their hands, spitting on their hands to prevent them from slipping, and looking ready to chop open the wooden door in front of them.

As for attacking and demolishing walls, the dwarves are used to doing it.

I guess these Embers Knights were called here for this purpose?
But the dwarves did not get the expected opportunities to perform and make achievements.

The four Embers Knights in front of them were divided into two rows, front and back.

No words were spoken from beginning to end. I only saw the two Embers Knights in the back row putting their hands on the shoulders of the people in front row and making the countdown gesture of three, two, one with their fingers.

As the last finger retracted into the fist, the movements of the two Embers Knights in the back row remained remarkably consistent.

They threw two alchemical bombs in through the gate.

As soon as it passed over the eaves of the door, a burst of strong light and explosion erupted! Obviously, this thing had been ignited before it was thrown, otherwise it would not have exploded so quickly!

And it's not over yet.

The two Embers Knights in the front row, including Lincoln, kicked the door almost simultaneously as the alchemical bomb exploded!

The sound of the door suddenly bursting open was almost blended with the explosion of the alchemical bomb!
The door opened, and the two shields lined up side by side immediately emitted a dozen or so "beep beep" sounds as arrows pierced the wooden shields.

And from the shoulders of the two Embers Knights in the front row, two standard Embers Knights crossbows that had already been strung were fired calmly and steadily.

Caught in the chaos, the meeting took two lives silently.

The actions of kicking the door, raising the shield, and firing were completely continuous, and were basically completed in one breath without stopping.

So after all these actions were completed, the four Embers Knights had already entered through the main entrance where fire was most likely to be concentrated.

The whole process was calm, silent and efficient, and took less than ten seconds in total.

Deadly and perfect.

It seemed as if in the time it took for the four Embers Knights to meet and glance at each other, they had already made plans for what would happen behind the gate and what situations they would face. All they had to do was to execute them in an orderly manner.

Ultimately achieving perfect combat results.

The Embers' tactical style and tactical thinking are all influenced by Lan.

First, use your extraordinary senses to collect as much information as possible, then use rational and decisive thinking to formulate countermeasures, and then execute them.

The dwarves behind were all stunned.

Compared with the Embers Knight's ruthlessness in accomplishing everything quietly and in an ordinary way, their eagerness just now made them feel a little childish.

"What the hell?!"

The dwarf who had just spit on his palm shouted unconsciously. But then, he was pushed by many people behind him who were also stunned for a moment, and rushed into the broken gate.

The four Embers Knights bore the most concentrated fire after the door was broken, and after rushing in, they were the first to deal with the most conspicuous threats.

This resulted in the soldiers later feeling that the fighting was extremely enjoyable, without any of the suffocating feeling of danger everywhere as in ordinary siege battles.

"Surrender! I surrender!"

"Gods above! We all surrender!"

The sounds of steel colliding and humans wailing were no longer uncommon in the Nilfgaardian military camp.

However, the other party's surrender was a bit unexpected.

Lincoln was originally going to chop the opponent's neck with the long knife, but he cleverly turned it into an arc when it was extremely difficult to retract the knife.

The weighted ball on the hilt hit the head of a Nilfgaard soldier who was glaring at the surrenderer through his helmet.

"What about the Cyrano?" Lincoln looked at the ground and saw the opponent's shield that he had just broken into pieces.

The shield above is the iconic blue rose.

"Yes, yes! Sergeant Arnie of the Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment!"

The other party introduced himself and seemed to be a man with some popularity in the army. After he took the lead, most of the Nasir people in the defending army surrendered. It seemed that their fighting spirit was very weak.

And mainly within this area, the defense does not seem to be strong.

"Just a few of you? Guarding such a large area?"

The dwarves and humans who attacked together were chasing after the enemies who were still resisting. Those enemies were already scattered and no longer posed a threat.

The Ash Knights, who were eager to get things done as quickly as possible and not let their lord be delayed by the cursed ghost, had already begun interrogation and searching.

"Only, only so many people are willing to come in, sir!" Sergeant Arnie looked like he was about to cry, not sure whether he was wronged or scared.

"We, the Sayer Tactical Cavalry Regiment and a Nilfgaardian troop, have been ordered to guard this place, but they are mainly defending outside! I guess when you break in, they will collapse. We are the only ones left inside."

Lincoln narrowed his eyes and pulled the sergeant towards him by the collar of his armor. "What do you mean by 'only if you want to come in'?"

The clerk immediately grasped the point.

This piece of land is really good at the moment - from the perspective of setting up a military camp.

The high terrain means that precipitation and domestic sewage can be discharged easily without accumulating to a choking and nauseating level.

The ground was dry and firm, so resting there was not uncomfortable.

However, such a large piece of land, which should have caused minor disputes over land division when setting up a military camp and caused minor frictions between the two troops, now has no trace of any real soldier's tent.

The simply constructed tarpaulin only supports a roof, and the roofs are connected together, and underneath is a carriage covered with the tarpaulin.

It is surrounded by a circle of wooden stakes as a wall, with only a large gate for entry and exit.

It looks like a rather simple parking lot.

But who builds a parking lot in a military camp?
Even in cities these days, no one sets aside a piece of land to build a parking lot just for the purpose of storing cars!
"Lincoln, man, you gotta come see this!"

Before Sergeant Arnie could say anything, the Embers Knight, who had just gone to search the area, greeted Lincoln.

The clerk dragged Nasser's sergeant, who had surrendered out of fear, towards that side.

Turning around, they walked around the carriages.

The Embers Knight, who was the first to lift up a corner of the tarpaulin, stood there with a frown on his face, while Lincoln, who had fought his way through a sea of ​​blood and corpses in a battle involving more than 100,000 people, only looked slightly anxious.

Now he suddenly frowned.

"I am plagued!"

The two Embers Knights frowned at the scene before them, while Sergeant Arnie, who was dragged over, turned his head away with a twitching mouth, seeming to be reluctant to look at this scene.

The carriages were very simple. Lincoln could see that they were probably modified carts used by ordinary horsemen to transport hay or goods.

The vertical board fences around the cart were raised, covered with tarpaulin, and layered in the middle.

A carriage is one and a half meters high, but it is divided into seven floors!

There is a living man lying on every floor!
Their hands and feet were bound, their jaws were fixed, and they couldn't even turn their heads in this space just over 20 centimeters high!
Skinny and dirty, the upper deck was right next to their ribs protruding under their skin!

There was a esophagus roughly connected to everyone's mouth. Lincoln leaned over to check and found traces of barley porridge.

These people smelled bad, and the carriage also smelled bad.

Just think about it, seven men were lying flat in a 1.5 meter high carriage! It seemed that they hadn't moved since they entered!

Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating all take place in a small compartment that is so narrow that it makes it hard to breathe.

Lincoln saw that each layer had a certain inclination angle and grooves to guide the excrement of these people.
However, the journey was bumpy and took a long time, and their excrement had corroded the car floor beyond recognition, seriously weakening the diversion effect.

(End of this chapter)