Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1721 1693. A brief fight
The fireworks exploding above their heads caused the Nilfgaardians to panic a little, but it was not serious.

Because this was not unexpected. Since this bastard from Nasair had dared to resist, he should of course be prepared to die together and be exposed to the eyes of the northerners.

But what if you are prepared?
"What can that thing do? Aren't you going to die anyway?"

The Nilfgaardian laughed disdainfully.

This is indeed the case. This place is seven or eight kilometers away from the battlefield. Even if the people in the north can see the fireworks, how long will it take them to get here?
"The northern barbarians always fail to catch up with us, and your compatriots are now so frightened that they can't even lift their swords! Don't you see?"

They were numerous, but the six Nasser people still didn't dare to move.

The Nilfgaardian's words were meant to break Henry's will; a warrior without the will to live would be much easier to deal with.

But on the other hand, since this little country blacksmith dared to stand up and break the situation that was equivalent to chronic death for the people of Nasail, his mental preparation and tenacity were already completely different from those of ordinary people.

on the other hand
"Who do you say can't hold a sword?!"

Just as Henry was surrounded by the Nilfgaardian Knights, his clothes and armor were torn and splattered with blood in just half a minute.

A cold voice came from behind the Nilfgaardian.

The voice was still young, energetic, and even slick and frivolous as before. But at this moment, it was furious and serious!
"Fuck you Nilfgaardians!"

"bump!!!"

A figure galloped on a horse, holding a shield in one hand to protect his chest, and a bird-beak hammer in the other, flying past with the sound of a chisel smashing through the iron sheet!

The bird's beak hammer smashed down from the back of the head, and the sharp beak part pierced through the black winged helmet of the Nilfgaardian knight. The remaining force penetrated the chain mail shirt under the helmet and nailed directly into the skull!
Immediately, the Nilfgaardian knight's eyes rolled up uncontrollably due to the damage to his brain, leaving only bloodshot whites of his eyes.

The slightly curved chisel part of the bird's beak hammer was stuck in the cavity between the skull and the helmet. It took a lot of effort to pull it out even when standing steadily.

After all, the holes made by rough hammering of iron and bones must have rough edges.

The man did not hesitate at all. He let go of the hammer as planned, leaving it on the back of the Nilfgaardian's head and falling off the horse with him.

Then, just as he lost the hand holding the bird-beak hammer, he pulled out a one-handed sword from his waist on the other side.

His skills and judgment in the use and distribution of weapons on the battlefield reflected the results of his excellent military aristocratic education.

Most weapons on the battlefield are consumables, and it is a gain to kill any enemy. Once they start to get in the way, they should be discarded without hesitation.

Those fools who are reluctant to let go of a good weapon after finding it are all because they saw that the protagonist in the knight's story has an exclusive weapon, and they use it from beginning to end, taking the story seriously. In the end, they will only kill themselves.

"Hans?"

Henry's face was now covered in blood, and the big cut on his forehead was still bleeding like the lips of a baby spitting up milk.

His eyes were blurred and turned red, but he still figured out who the person was from the voice.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?!"

"I am Sir Hans of Pickstein, and I can go wherever I want!" Hans Capone's voice was drowned out by a series of violent collisions. "You think you can let me run away with my tail between my legs?!"

He had an extra shield than Henry, so he could block more attacks. However, the blue rose emblem on the shield was chopped off in just a short while.

Hans had already pulled down his visor, but through the gap in the observation hole, one could still see his bloodshot and furious eyes.

Hans couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment.

He had always considered himself a noble knight and was proud of his identity.

This is a noble status recognized by the Nilfgaard Empire!

Therefore, although the province of Nasser was plagued by rebellions year after year, he was actually the only province that recognized the Empire's ruling power in Nasser.

The new generation of nobles in Nasser are mostly the same.

But it all stopped a while ago.

Conversation with Henry, the truth about the cursed clock, and realizing the difference between my understanding and Henry's
His self-awareness and identity, which were based on his noble status recognized by the Nilfgaardian Empire, and his identification with Nilfgaard, were all collapsing rapidly.

He realized his tendency to be domesticated and felt the shock of his outlook on life being shattered.

At this moment, Hans Capen felt his mind was in a mess, and his out-of-control emotions led to his out-of-control thoughts.

He began to think about many questions uncontrollably, recalling his past life which was not exciting and not long.

This is how his brain feels.

But he had another feeling in his heart. An extremely empty feeling.

He felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out, and all the emotions he had experienced in his life based on identity and self seemed to have become false and unreliable in an instant. People say that anger is the most intense emotion of human beings, but Capone would say: collapse is.

The collapse of one's outlook on life in a very short period of time and under life-threatening circumstances is too intense for anyone to handle.

But then Henry held out his hand to him, and he made war on the Nilfgaardian, and turned his horse's head aside and ran away.
friendship.

The friendship that could not be nobler because of sacrifice saved the young knight's broken and helpless heart.

Hans Capen actually knew very well that since his teammates had already made sacrifices, what he should do most is to prevent the sacrifice from being wasted.

His education as a military aristocrat taught him this.

But at this moment, he only felt a burning sensation in his heart, and this heat spread throughout his body, making his limbs tremble!
Then, he didn't know how, but his body took control of itself and rushed over!
"bump!"

His shield, with the blue rose of Nathal on it, took another blow from the hammer.

But the hammer head of the warhammer pressed the shield crooked, scraped the wooden board of the shield and slid diagonally downwards towards his thigh!

With a "click", the hammer head hit the leg armor.

The pain caused by blunt instruments is heavy and spreads quickly within the body from the point of impact, causing referred pain.

It even caused Hans' thigh muscles to cramp uncontrollably!
But he also took advantage of the enemy's chance to knock his hammer crooked and stabbed straight in with his one-handed sword! After the same metal collision sound, the blade that stabbed towards the opponent's weak point under the armpit was still blocked by the armor.

But even so, the Nilfgaardian cried out in pain.

The sharp blade was blocked by the armor, so even if it was hit by a blunt object, the armpit is a sensitive area with dense nerves, so the Nilfgaardian immediately shrank into uneven shoulders.

But this does little to improve the overall situation.

As long as the six Nasirs still dare not resist the Nilfgaardians, they will still be at an absolute disadvantage in numbers.

In such a melee, if the outnumbered and suppressed party can knock down even one of the opponents, it is considered to be a great skill and strong body.

One-on-many situations are so difficult and dangerous. Therefore, any place that teaches people actual combat techniques must first start with "avoiding getting into a one-on-many situation."

Henry and Hans killed four Nilfgaardians in a row! The two young men were so powerful that even Menno Kuhoon, who had been parked beside the carriage, had to agree.

But, that was the extent of their abilities. They were ultimately unable to change the situation.

Only about five minutes had passed since Henry stuffed a firework tube into Hans's hand, arousing his suspicion, and then he suddenly attacked and killed the Nilfgaardian who was watching closely.

There are about three or four minutes before the fireworks in the sky explode.

But Henry and Hans were both covered in wounds.

The shield in Hans' hand was about to be broken into pieces and turned into a pile of wood chips.

And since even his shield had become like this, the purple-red bruises on his hand holding the shield were probably about to break through the skin.

What's more, he had been hit several times, and now Hans was staggering on the horse's back, looking like he couldn't even sit steadily on the saddle.

Henry's situation was even worse; he had fallen off his horse.

The cut on half of his forehead was still bleeding, and the crossbow arrow stuck in his left shoulder was broken when he fell off his horse. The arrowhead must have been twisted in his body for a long time.

The blood mixed with the soil and turned into mud, which stuck to his body.

The mongrel dog Daidai grabbed Henry's shirt collar from behind and tried to pull him up with all his strength. His horse Xiaohui ran to the side timidly, but his hooves were always hesitant and he didn't really run far.

At this time, the six Nasser people all looked pale. They looked at the four Nilfgaardian corpses on the ground and the remaining Nilfgaardian knights who were like a pack of wolves.

They still didn't dare to move.

Even though Menno Cuhoon was not far from them, and the Imperial Field Marshal was never known for his bravery, they did not dare to move!

Hans watched this scene sadly.

He didn't know if he was fighting desperately just for these spineless people? Were the Cyre people really only fit to be vassals of Nilfgaard? Like tamed slaves?
But when he looked back at his friend, Henry always gave him confidence and determination, even though the little country blacksmith himself didn't know he had this ability.

Henry only looked at the Nilfgaardians the whole time, and he remained angry and serious the whole time.

He didn't care whether the six Nasser people were inspired by him or not, he just decided to do it.

In front of him, there were still nine Nilfgaardian knights who had dispersed a little after the previous round of fighting. They were about to charge again after turning their horses around!
But Hans, who drew strength and determination from Henry's eyes, no longer had any hesitation or regret.

He gritted his teeth beneath his helmet's visor, waiting
(End of this chapter)