Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1720 1692. Provincial People

Hans didn't understand, but the fact was: these horse-riding soldiers not only lacked the five virtues of chivalry, they couldn't even possess the most basic courage of a warrior.

Hans had never seen anything unusual about these 'uncourageous' horsemen.

Because they were very obedient to the Nilfgaardians, they were a model among the troops in the Nilfgaard province and were commended by Menno Cuhoon.

At that time, Hans not only did not think there was anything wrong with them, he was even proud of being one of them.

Being commended by the Imperial Army Marshal is an honor for the Nilfgaard Provincial Troops!
How many provincial troops can get this honor? They, the Cyrene people, got it!

But now, after Henry told him the truth about the convoy and the bell.

When he was forced to passively treat the Nilfgaardians as enemies, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

With his vision and character, how could he possibly look down upon such a soldier?
How could one feel proud of being in the company of such soldiers?
But when these people gathered with him under the great sun flag of Nilfgaard, and compared it with the current situation, he realized that it was a problem of his perspective.

If he, a Nasarian, looked at the problem from the perspective of the Nilfgaard Empire, then these people would certainly be good soldiers who were loyal and not irritable.

But now, Hans looked at these people from the perspective of the Nasser people for the first time in a long time, and their true colors were immediately revealed.

——Even if they were facing death, they probably lacked the courage to resist the Nilfgaardians.

They are domesticated.

But when he thought of this, Hans' heart suddenly skipped a beat.

They have been domesticated, but what about me who didn’t feel anything wrong when I was with them before?
Hans pursed his lips tightly and looked at his servant and good friend beside him.

The little village blacksmith always looked alert and nervous, just like he did towards these Nilfgaardians.

He even had the audacity to use his position as sommelier and the pre-war chaos to sneak a peek at Menno Cuhoon's complete set of papers!

Regardless of whether other Nasser people, or even himself, have been tamed, at least Henry has always been tough enough, both physically and mentally.

While the two young men were still racking their brains and thinking of countermeasures with trepidation, something unexpected had happened in the convoy again.

Another Nasir was called over by the Nilfgaardian and walked to the back of the caravan. The Nilfgaardian tilted his head at him, motioning him to hurry into the carriage.

The Nasser man who was called over was pale and trembling so much that his armor rattled.

But under the gaze of the Nilfgaardians, he still had no choice but to crawl into the carriage.

The second empty horse was grabbed by the reins by the Nilfgaardian knight.

This behavior finally caused a stir among the Nasser people in the caravan, but as soon as the Nilfgaardian turned his head to look, the Nasser people became quiet again.

Henry and Hans just felt colder and colder.

The longer we delay and hesitate in the current situation, the closer we will be to chronic death!
They originally had ten Nasairians, but now there are only eight left! And the number will continue to decrease!

The greater the numerical disadvantage, the less courage the Sailan people will have, and the less able they will be to resist.

Even at the end, even if someone had the courage or madness to do something unprecedented, the remaining few people wouldn't be able to cause any trouble due to the disparity in numbers.

Just as Hans was becoming more and more flustered, he suddenly felt something nudging him on the back of his hand.

He glanced down inconspicuously and quickly took it back.

Henry stuffed something into his hand.

"That's a tube firework." Hans didn't dare to turn his head after taking the thing. He just listened to Henry beside him.

The movement was quite large, and he now felt as if the Nilfgaardians at the end of the team were looking at him, their eyes as if they were real.

"What are you doing?!"

Hans growled, his body stiff.

"Let the northerners come over. They are more likely to survive if captured than if they stay here!" Henry, who had a simple and honest voice, revealed an extremely serious expression at this moment. "If you delay any longer, you will really die!"

Suddenly, Hans understood what Henry meant.

For a moment, he forgot about the real gaze of the Nilfgaardian behind him, and suddenly turned his head, staring at his friend in a daze.

Behind him, the sound of Nilfgaardian horses' hooves began to approach.

Apparently, the passing of things between the two of them and the sudden, large movements had irritated the vaguely alert nerves of the Nilfgaardians in this team that had just been a little turbulent.

The sound of horse hooves was approaching from behind.

Hans watched Henry's hand move from the reins to the hilt of the sword at his waist carefully and stealthily. Then he looked up with trembling eyes and found that Henry was also looking at him.

In a dilemma where the longer you delay, the more likely you are to die slowly, the only way to break out is with an explosive and sudden resistance!

The more explosive, the better! The more sudden, the better!
They are out of time!

As for the remaining six tamed Nasser people, it is almost impossible for them to become help, and they may even become hindrance!

In this silent yet extremely tense moment, Henry made his decision in an instant.

The sound of horse hooves behind me is getting more urgent and closer!
"Someone has to do this, Sir Hans. Besides," Henry smiled at him with his simple and honest face, "I am familiar with these people. Ha!"

He was still talking and chuckling to Hans the previous moment, but the next moment, Henry's honest face suddenly became furious and fierce!
He quietly moved his hand to the hilt of the sword and suddenly pulled it out, bringing up a dark iron light!

The movement of drawing the one-handed sword was silky and smooth, and it was obvious to the naked eye that the swordsmanship of this little country blacksmith was extraordinary!
Moreover, this sword was made by himself, and the length of his arm span and the sword is perfectly matched.

The movement of him turning around and drawing his sword almost showed the technique of drawing and slashing with a sword!
There was a loud 'crack' sound!
Henry drew out his one-handed sword, held it horizontally and swung it backwards as the Nilfgaardian approached from behind, sparks flew on his protruding shoulder armor.

Then, the sword continued to move inward with unabated force. The blade brushed the upper edge of the protruding part of the shoulder armor and slashed straight into the Nilfgaardian's mouth!
His mouth was chopped into an exaggerated size! The muscles that fixed the jaw were cut off, leaving only the chin hanging dangling on his face. Broken bones and broken teeth flew, and blood spurted forward!
"Xilulu!"

"Attack! Traitor!"

"kill him!"

In an instant, the convoy that was originally marching quietly suddenly became chaotic!
Even Menno Kuhn, the marshal of Nilfgaard's army of more than 100,000, who had been around the caravan, widened his eyes at the sudden situation and tried hard to control the horses so as not to be frightened.

The moving convoy was suddenly filled with shouts and cries of killing.

As he swung the sword, Henry pushed Hans' horse hard and said, "Go!"

The Nilfgaardians obviously wanted to quickly suppress the rebellious Henry. After all, this place was not far from the battlefield, only less than seven or eight kilometers away.

The originally quiet forest road was in chaos.

The sound of horses neighing, metal colliding, friction, blood splattering, and flesh tearing
Wait, wait, wait, and Henry's rapid shouting.

"The Cyre people! Resist! Resist!"

He roared, and his honest voice actually seemed majestic at this moment!
"This is a cursed journey! That bell is a cursed bell! It consumes the life of the person who rings the bell! If we don't resist, we will all die here!"

Henry's mongrel dog Daidai was still biting and shouting in the chaos of horses' hooves.

His horse Xiaohui looked timid, but he didn't run around.

The Nilfgaardians rushed towards him, the one who stood out. With the help of the horse's speed, even if the sharp blade hit the front of the breastplate, the impact of the penetration made Henry's eyes go black in pain and he could hardly breathe.

His breastplate, which originally had smooth lines, now had a concave line following the sword marks.

But even though many Nilfgaardians in the team had already besieged him, they wanted to quickly kill this traitor and rebel.

But in the chaos, the horses' hooves of the six Nasser people in the distance were still moving unsteadily, as if they were completely confused about the situation.

"The Nilfgaardians will not give us land! Nor will they give us preferential treatment under the immigration regulations!"

But even so, Henry was still shouting rapidly, as if he wanted to shout out everything he knew in the short time that he could still hold on.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, and through his open mouth one could see blood flowing up from his throat.

"The Merchants Association will annex those lands! Even if they are conquered, they will still belong to the Merchants Association!"

"The discounts and the land are all fake! Fake!"

"Shufu, the cotton field you wanted to plant was fake! Menhard, the hotel you wanted to open was also fake! In the end, the people of Nasir fought for the Nilfgaardians and all the promises they received were gone."

Menno Cuhoon shouted from his horse: "Shut him up!"

"Whoosh!"

A crossbow arrow was finally shot into Henry's back by the Nilfgaardian who had loaded the string.

"what!"

As the warhorse swayed, the bullet hit Henry's left shoulder blade, penetrated the one-piece upper body armor, and pierced into the flesh!

Henry's body, which was originally able to move flexibly, suddenly sank in his left shoulder. He lost control and became a burden due to his weakness.

The second blow from the Nilfgaardian's horse almost cut Henry's forehead horizontally!

He barely dodged by turning his head, but the sword blade tore the skin on his forehead. He didn't know if it left any marks on the bones of his forehead.

The blood on his forehead flowed down, covering half of his face in the blink of an eye, and his eyeballs were dyed red.

"No one cares what you're yelling about, traitor!" The Nilfgaardian who had struck the blow said coldly. "Look at your poor compatriots, they're trembling with fear!"

Henry looked at the six Nasser men in the distance. They were indeed afraid.

The tactical cavalrymen who had cursed and feared nothing in the Nilfgaard camp were now gripping the reins tightly like novices, their faces turning pale.

"Don't scare them. They're not much braver than quails. Why don't you just die in peace?"

The Nilfgaardian said with a joking smile.

"They are also human beings, and they can be brave." But Henry responded to them calmly, "They were deprived of their courage by you, the Nilfgaardians. You, the culprits, have no right to laugh at their embarrassment after suffering!"

"You don't have it now, so why do you say you had the courage in the past? Your Nasaier is a new province that has been around for no more than fifty years. Do you think you can make up for it?"

The Nilfgaardians grinned. They swung their weapons, continuing to draw blood from Henry's defense and dodge!

"Just wait and see! The empire will continue to expand, so wait until you become an old province. Of course, by then the people on your land will be different from now, so that's another story!"

Nilfgaard's policy trend is colonization after conquest, which can be seen from the preferential immigration policies they are currently implementing.

The Nilfgaardians' teasing and ridicule of Henry at this time did not mean to avoid the other six Nasser people at all.

They treated the people of these conquered provinces with unbridled contempt.

Those who kill them must be killed in front of them! Pull open the collar from their necks, stretch them straight, and then cut their throats!

They thought that the people from the provinces were the kind of people who would never dare to resist.

But they were wrong.

"Pah~pah!"

Suddenly! A bunch of fireworks burst into the sky!
(End of this chapter)