Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1719 1691. Ostrich
"come here."

The Nilfgaardian knight's voice was matter-of-fact and nonchalant.

He stepped back slightly from behind the covered carriage and tilted his head towards a Nasser cavalryman.

This is equivalent to calling someone over.

Such an action was quite rebellious, and the Nilfgaardians had no desire to explain further.

The way he greeted him was as if he were greeting his slave or servant.

But this is very common in Nilfgaard.

Henry's reminders and warnings were still echoing in Hans' ears. If he hadn't had this conversation with Henry, he would never have thought that there was anything wrong with the Nilfgaardians speaking to their Cyrene people in this way.

In fact, the Nasail man who was greeted did not think there was anything wrong.

In the caravan, the Naser who was called lowered his head and rode his horse forward. He came to the back of the covered carriage, whispered a few words to the Nilfgaardian next to him, and then pretended to climb into the carriage.

Hans and Henry were far away and didn't know what was said, but the Serres stumbled and rolled into the carriage, supported and pushed by the Nilfgaardians beside them.

The knight beside him took over the reins of his horse and continued to run with the team. There was no other problem.

The Nilfgaardians acted as if nothing had happened, and the Cyrans seemed to be used to it.

Only Henry and Hans.
The two young men opened their mouths slightly, their Adam's apples rolling up and down, staring blankly at the canopy that occasionally opened up a gap as the carriage bumped around.

In the eyes of the two young men who already had terrible guesses in their hearts, this silent and natural behavior made them tremble even more and their hair stand on end.

"Maybe." Hans said something he was not sure about, "Maybe we can just ask Nikolai to go in and help."

Henry didn't say anything, but just turned his head, and looked at Hans as if he was a fool with that honest and simple face.

Hans also saw Henry's expression, and he immediately accepted the reality with a look of near collapse.

"There were at least seven or eight people in there!" Hans let out a low roar of acceptance, "It's all gone already?! What on earth was that thing?!"

Hans now felt that his mind was in a state of confusion and collapse.

When he first received the mission to escort the convoy, he was very reluctant. Although they didn't know what the black clouds on the battlefield were, they at least knew that they were not clean things, probably some kind of black magic.

Being involved in black magic can only be disgusting, who can be happy?

But as the war went downhill, Field Marshal Menno Cuhoon finally appeared in their convoy in disguise.

At this time, I felt fortunate and slightly pleased. After all, following the marshal meant that I could receive high-level rescue forces from the empire.

This was the result of his uncle finding people and connections to arrange for him to join the Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment, which gave him the opportunity to be selected by the marshal.

Logically speaking, the rest of the Nasair people around him were able to survive thanks to his connections!

In fact, except Henry, the other eight Nasser people had also cast grateful eyes on Hans on horseback not long ago, which made the young blond nobleman feel proud.

but now
Hans twisted his body stiffly on the horse's back, and he couldn't suppress the standing hair and goose bumps no matter what he did.

"That's a curse." The young country blacksmith carefully lowered his voice and briefly explained the contents of the confidential document he had secretly read.

He knew very well that if even a little bit of what he said was leaked to others, he would surely die even in the current chaotic situation!
"Do you understand the curse, Hans?"

"That's the kind." Hans's brain seemed to be spinning rapidly. "Dark magic that relies on the ghosts of the dead, vicious words, and other messed-up things?"

"About the same?" Henry was not sure. "But I know that when the bell rings, it summons the curse to begin to show its power. You can tell there is a price to pay just by looking at the cursed bell that keeps ringing!"

Menno Kuhoon was a commander and marshal. He was only responsible for applying what the Nilfgaard Empire had researched to the battlefield. The information and documents the empire gave him tended to be practical, similar to instruction manuals.

The principle is of course rarely mentioned.

But it's scary enough!

“Fuck fuck fuck!” The young noble gritted his teeth and growled at Henry beside him, “How did we get involved in something like a curse?!”

Not only was he dragged into it, but it looked as if he had no chance of escaping.

Hans didn't dare turn his head back on horseback. The side view of his helmet was narrow, and he had to make big movements to look behind him.

But he knew that the Nilfgaardian knights seemed to be surrounding the convoy in the middle. The front and back teams were all wearing black armor and winged helmets that pointed straight up to the sky.

In the past, Hans even thought that this was the care and concern of the Nilfgaardians for them!

But now looking at it from another perspective, he suddenly felt that he and the Nasser people were like smoked fish sandwiched between two slices of bread.

Just waiting to be put into the mouth of that covered carriage.

"We have to think of a way!" Henry whispered to Hans who seemed to be petrified. "Hans? Hans!"

"I'm thinking!" The young noble growled subconsciously at first, and then he was also at a loss, "I'm thinking"

The cold sweat on his forehead made his golden hair stick to his forehead, making him look disheveled and messy.

Before he knew the truth, he dared to touch Henry on horseback. But after knowing the truth, he dared not even raise his hand to stroke his hair.

Dodging and trembling pupils rolled around in Hans and Henry's eye sockets.

They are both looking for opportunities and solutions.

But at this moment
The Nasser people who were called into the caravan had not made any sound for three or four minutes, as if they had been digested in the caravan.

But the surrounding Nasir people remained silent on their horses, and followed the Nilfgaardian troops.

No one paid any attention to the horse that had taken a break to run with the team, and no one asked the Nilfgaardians any questions about it.

The Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment was a provincial unit that participated in the Second Northern War and was led by Menno Cuhoon as a vanguard.

These arrangements themselves reflect the cavalry regiment's obedience to the empire.

After all, rebellions broke out in Nasir all year round, people were killed one after another, and rebellions were suppressed wave after wave.

If they are not trusted and are disobedient, they cannot become a provincial force.

'Shit! Shit!'

Hans cursed in his heart.

He was originally proud of having been able to get a position in the Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment and being noticed by the famous and powerful field marshal.

But what does that count now?
They obeyed the empire and submitted to it, but in the end, when a knife was at their necks, they didn't even dare to raise any questions?

Hans could see that his team was not blind or stupid, so how could they not see that something was wrong after the people had been inside for so long?

But no one dared to question the Nilfgaardians, and no one wanted to be the first to speak out.

Like a turtle, it foolishly thinks that as long as it retracts its head and pretends to be invisible, it will be safe!
Of course, the behavior of the turtle and the ostrich would be considered stupid and escapist by any intelligent human being.

But when humans really find themselves in an environment where they cannot remain calm and rational, the choices made by most people are actually no different from those of turtles and ostriches.

"Shufu." Hans said in a low voice, trying not to show any emotion. "I saw him duel with a Nilfgaardian and he won! Can we..."

They were all cavalry, and the number was not much different. If you could find a few people to escape with, then as long as you could hold out during the initial contact period, you would basically be able to escape.

But now, Hans and Henry are worried about whether there are other Nasser people who have realized the truth? If they realize it, will they dare to resist the Nilfgaardians?
Will they become enemies under the coercive orders of the Nilfgaardians?
"No hope!" Henry lowered his voice and said hatefully, "Look at how cowardly he is! He doesn't even dare to look up at the Black Armored Army!"

"Where's Menhard? He's also a well-known bastard among our people, and he has a pretty good relationship with Nicholas!"

"Menhard was adjusting his armor all the time, as if the fur-collared armor was really rubbing against him!"

The fighting and ruthlessness in one-on-one situations appear very weak in the face of groups and systems.

Hans felt like there was a breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down, and it just felt uncomfortable.

A knight should be honorable and fearless, and should not involve innocent people in battle or on the battlefield. It would be best if he could fully possess the five virtues of chivalry.

This is all the chivalrous culture that he, as a young descendant of armed nobility, was exposed to and taught since childhood.

Of course, after a few months on the battlefield, he realized that the battlefield was not as glorious and black-and-white as he had been taught.

He also knew that in the tactical cavalry regiment where he was currently, most of the people were not knights or nobles, but just mounted soldiers.

But these people may not have honor, and may not care about the five virtues of chivalry. But at least as warriors, they should be brave and fearless!
But what happened?
(End of this chapter)