Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1718 1690. Emergency Plan

"We must make a choice, Sir Hans!"

In the remote and difficult narrow road, Henry's face, which usually looked honest, funny and handsome like a country boy, now only showed seriousness and alertness.

He spoke to Hans in a low voice, fearing to alert the Nilfgaardians or the Naxos who might be able to hear.

"What?" But facing Henry who was obviously different from usual, Hans Capen was not sensitive enough to notice this.

His helmet is nice, but it also obstructs his side vision.

At this time, he was twisting his upper body, otherwise he would not be able to get a view by just twisting his neck.

"What are you talking about?"

Riding on horseback, Hans leaned his upper body towards Henry and lowered his voice.

"We are in the best situation right now! Do you understand?"

As he spoke, the somewhat handsome blond young nobleman even tapped his chest with a hint of relief and boasting.

"Look, His Excellency the Marshal has joined our team."

Henry opened his mouth with a serious expression: "But now the military camp is full of..."

"The army was defeated and the camp was breached, right? Is that what you want to say?" Hans's expression did not seem surprised at all. "Henry, do you think no one knows about this?"

"There's gun smoke coming from the direction of the military camp, and the Marshal who was supposed to be standing firm at the command post appears beside us. We're all not fools, okay?"

The young man who came from a rural blacksmith family looked up and around. Whether it was the Nilfgaardians or the Naxos people in the caravan, they all looked smart and capable, and they were indeed not fools.

The blond noble young man continued, "But precisely because we were defeated, now that His Excellency the Marshal has come, we must follow the convoy unwaveringly!"

"How much do we, the little people, weigh? Your Excellency the Marshal is a treasure that is invaluable to the empire!"

"Would you go to all that trouble for a worthless grocery item, even if it was about to fall to the ground and break? What if the grocery item was tied to a treasure?"

Hans Capone lowered his voice and laughed: "My Henry, just wait and see! The Empire will make great efforts for our precious convoy! Until we can return safely to the territory of the Empire."

Henry was thinking at this time: He kept talking about "empire" and "empire" as if he were really a Nilfgaardian.

But this thought only flashed through my mind.

"It's really thanks to our positions." Hans said with relief and satisfaction, "Alas, if we hadn't been able to serve as wine stewards for His Excellency the Marshal and hadn't been ordered to manage these cars and this bell, how could we be with the Marshal at this time, waiting for the Empire's rescue?"

Henry looked at his happy and complacent look and suddenly asked, "What about the others?"

"what?"

"Others. Others from the Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment." Henry's voice was silly. "Including the two of us, there are only ten Nasser people here."

Hans's relieved smile froze on his face for a moment, then slowly disappeared: "Henry, this is a war. In a war, we are lucky to be able to take care of ourselves. As for the rest, don't let your heart bear too much."

After a while, he continued softly: "People can't hold on."

After saying this, Hans Capen wanted to raise his hand and pat the shoulder of his servant and good friend to reassure him.

They are about the same age, but he is a young nobleman after all, and it is not just an empty title. He is a real armed noble.

He was trained to kill and fight since he was a child. Since he was a child, most of his education was designed to make him adapt and proficient in these things.

But Henry was just an illegitimate son of a noble family who was fostered by a village blacksmith. It should have been difficult for him to accept these things.

Moreover, some time before, Henry had made friends with many people from the Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment. Although they were not very close friends, they drank and ate at the same table, so they were considered acquaintances.

Therefore, Hans wanted to give him some comfort at this time.

But when he turned around, he realized he was wrong.

Henry listened to all his words and statements, but the face of this little country blacksmith was still solemn, serious and frightened!
"You know nothing, Hans."

At this moment, Henry's expression made Hans feel inexplicably flustered.

He had explained it so clearly, why was Henry still so nervous? Was there something he didn't understand?

However, Hans' understanding of Henry made him overturn his subconscious thoughts.

Henry had indeed not received any systematic education, but he had a simple voice and a simple appearance, and he was not stupid. On the contrary, he was smart. Otherwise, Menno Cuhoon would not have tolerated having a stupid person as a wine waiter.

"I don't know? What do I not know?"

Hans was confused, and his competitive spirit made him whisper questions to Henry.

Henry just looked at him with the same expression: "I peeked at Menno Cuhoon and all the documents in his command room."

For a moment, Hans felt as if his heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out.

Have you peeked into the Marshal's private papers and the public files in the command post?

all?!

"Are you crazy?!"

Hans could hardly suppress his voice out of fear.

This is spying on military secrets, and the highest level of military secrets in the empire! It will kill people!

It will lead to the deaths of a large number of people!

But at this moment, in this dry black forest in winter, the young country blacksmith seemed much calmer than the young nobleman.

"I'm not crazy! But we're dying!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Menno Cuhoon will do whatever it takes to keep that bell ringing! Do you really think that ringing that bell doesn't cost anything?!"

At this time, there was no distant and heavy bell sound coming from the convoy. But Hans and everyone who was guarding the convoy knew that the bell was actually like this and it was already working.

Magic is always strange.

But the cost?

Hans was stunned for a moment.

He really didn't know what the 'cost' of ringing the bell would be.

Yes, when the bell was brought to the coach and struck, there were always prisoners in it.

At the beginning, Hans and others had discussed it privately, wondering if it was some evil blood sacrifice or something like that.

But after going back and forth many times and seeing that nothing happened to the prisoners in the car, Hans no longer took it seriously.

After all, it looks like 'people think it's unlucky or dishonorable to ring the bell, so they let the prisoners do it instead'.

But according to Henry, he was the one who had peeked into all the Marshal's private and public documents!
Hans had seen enough of Henry's talent for lockpicking and stealing back in Aedirn.

Hans didn't believe others who said they could do this, but when Henry said he could do it, Hans really believed it, because he could do it!

“When we rang the bell before, it was just the most basic form and the most basic consumption.”

Henry said seriously at this time.

"That's why the prisoners didn't react! Every time they got on the bus, it was to make us feel at ease! Until this time!"

"I've seen Menno Cuhoon's 'Emergency Plan'. It's the last resort that can only be used in the most urgent of times!"

"This morning, I took one last look at the chaos before the battle began!"

Hans' pupils trembled as he spoke of this. He really didn't expect Henry to be able to and dare to even look at such a thing!

Henry's honest face was staring blankly at the carriages in front of the convoy and the Nilfgaardians surrounding them.

"He does want to escape, because he is a valuable force in Nilfgaard, you are right about that, Hans."

"But when he escapes, he will always keep the bell running and turn it directly to the highest intensity!"

"Only in this way can he have a chance to escape when he can't even defeat the bell in its normal state!"

"But if the bell is operated at the highest intensity, the consumption will be high."

Henry didn't finish his words, but Hans had already turned his head to the front, staring blankly at the carriages and muttering to himself.

"It's not on the same level as normal."

And if, the "consumables" needed to ring the bell are really as Hans and the others had imagined jokingly at the beginning, what is needed is people.

So when the prisoners in the carriages are used up, there are only two types of people left in the convoy.

One is the Nilfgaardians, and the other is the Nasirs.

Who will they choose?

That's easy to guess.

"You're kidding, right Henry?"

Hans looked at his friend with almost dull eyes.

But it's a pity.

The Nilfgaardians acted even faster than Henry's explanation.

On the forest path, the sound of horse hooves could be heard as a Nilfgaardian rode his horse towards a carriage covered with a tarpaulin.

He reached out from the horse's back and opened a crack in the tarpaulin.

This action was nothing unusual, because the Nilfgaardians had done this on the road today, and even on many escort missions before today.

So no one in the team felt anything was wrong.

But today, after Hans heard the 'emergency plan' revealed by Henry, he immediately felt something was wrong.

Especially when the Nilfgaardian who lifted the tarpaulin was stunned for a moment, then turned to a Nasser at the back of the convoy and called him in.

The feeling that something was wrong suddenly reached its peak!
(End of this chapter)