Chapter 562 563. Different wars
This is an era where information is extremely unsmooth. Even if there is a group of technology developers like Warlocks who transcend the times, their number is too small and their quality varies. So it hardly works on a broad social level.
Lan has been heading south since he left Aretuosa.
He planned to pass vertically through Verden's territory and then enter Sintra.
The further south we go, the more restless, fearful and hysterical the air becomes.
This is the feeling that local residents have that escapes from everything they say and do.
Every household is packing their luggage, packing it every day, and then unpacking it again when they need to use the contents of the packed package, going back and forth.
They were at a loss.
In order to survive, they must be ready to flee north at any time. But they are too poor, and they cannot let go of the land they have cultivated locally, the houses they have built, and the property they cannot move.
So I could only continue to work in the local area to earn food for a day, just like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death and was waiting for execution.
Waiting for when the front line of the war really comes over, the knife is held to the throat before escaping.
Lan En was in a hurry along the way, which resulted in him barely entering the cities along the way. Naturally, he was unaware of the news that had caused a sensation and panic in the entire northern country——
The Massacre of Sintra.
What made him confirm the behavior of the Nilfgaardian army was what he saw with his own eyes.
——
Lan En led Pope and stood on a cliff. In front of him was a river crossing the border between Brugg and Sintra.
He looked past a newly painted fence to the roofs of several houses and the polished pillars of the pier.
The winch creaked.
The ferry made waves and headed straight for the shore. The blunt prow parted the river, pushing aside the dusty grass and leaves on the surface. The rope groaned in the boatman's hands, and the crowd gathered on the shore became commotion. Women yelled, men cursed, children howled, and cows, horses, and lambs brayed.
Converged into a monotonous and low song of fear.
"Back off! Give way! Back off, damn it!" a knight shouted, his head wrapped in a bloody rag.
His horse stood in belly-deep water, raising its front hooves in annoyance and causing splashes. There were screams and shouts from the docks. Soldiers with shields pushed through the crowd and jabbed with the ends of their spears.
"Stay away from the ferry!" The knight waved his sword and shouted, "The army has priority! Stand back, or your heads will fall to the ground!"
At the bottom of the valley, a group of Heavily armed soldiers were marching toward the ferry. The heavy weapons and armor raised a thick cloud of dust, which even floated to the feet of the shield soldiers in front.
The people who have already crossed the river have even crowded into a group before they can be evacuated. But looking from a distance, there are still countless people on the other side of the river, still flowing to the small dock on the other side like ants moving. .
Lan En needed to cross the river to the other side, so he grabbed a young man who was alone and only had a small baggage with him.
I exchanged a piece of dry and hard bread for his explanation.
“Why are we all coming from the other side of the river like our butts are on fire?”
The young man gnawed viciously on his hand as if he hadn’t eaten in a few days. Dry hard bread, while looking at Lan En wearing a hooded cloak with disbelief.
The witcher was sitting on a stone and was covered by a cloak, so the young man couldn't quite see his size.
"What else could it be because of? Nilfgaardians! All those who didn't come here will die! They will be massacred! Do you understand?"
"Massacre? You are not alarmist, are you, man?" A push came from below The neighing of the horses boarding the ferry, the sound of horse hooves trampling on the wooden planks, the screams and commotion of the crowd, the splash of the fallen carriage, and the lowing of the cows with their heads above the water.
Lan saw the knight with a bandage on his head riding into the group and yelled, "In order, you sons of bitches! One at a time! Otherwise, I'll be beheaded." You guys!”
At the same time, Lan En felt a sense of soreness in his shoulders, which was caused by the rapid growth of muscles.
Although it has only been less than a week since the implantation of the [Muscle Strengthening Organ] was completed, the latitude of his muscles has completely risen to a level. Even the sockets of the armor's buckles on the leather straps have been moved back one step. Bit.
“Are you exaggerating?”
Lan En shook his shoulders without any trace, slightly relieving the soreness.
"Why are you so panicked! Have you never seen a battle? You should have come from the hinterland of Sintra. Aren't all the battles that should be fought over there already finished? The front line has no longer affected you."< br>
“Normally speaking, the royal army has finished fighting the battles it needs to fight and determines the winner. Then the king and nobles will reach an agreement, sign a treaty, get drunk at the banquet, and have sex wantonly. These are basically It’s none of those people’s business! What’s going on with this chaos?”
"Huh, you obviously don't know anything."
The young man felt as if he had survived a disaster, as if he had survived after crossing the river.
“This is not an ordinary war. It is not about fighting for inheritance rights or the ownership of a certain piece of land. What we are facing is not a quarrel between two noble masters. If that is the case, we have enough experience to deal with these things.”
As he spoke, the man who had escaped from the disaster listed all the treasures.
“We will run away and hide when the legion approaches. We will take our precious belongings with us and hide and bury those that cannot be taken away. After they finish fighting, we will go back and continue our lives, and we may even be able to Pick up some good stuff on the battlefield and make a small fortune. But this time is different. This war is completely different from before!"
As he spoke, his expression became frightened.
"The Nilfgaardians will not leave us any more houses where we can go back and live. There will be nothing but scorched earth and corpses, and they will destroy everything!"
"Wait a minute. , What's the benefit of destroying everything? The purpose of war is not destruction. There are only two reasons for war: first, power, and second, money. The Nilfgaardians don't want to make money from more people, and they don't want to rule more. "Many people, just thinking about destruction?"
Lan En was puzzled by this. After listening to the evaluation of Nilfgaard by the Ebin merchant last time, he changed the words "Nilfgaard is a bit like This is Da Qin's concept.
I started to think that ‘Nilfgaard is a bit like an empire that connects colonies and the sun never sets’.
But even the serious and indifferent empire has never massacred or destroyed colonies on a large scale!
That’s all money! Isn't the war just about money?
But the young man didn’t want to say anything more.
“I can’t speak to you, sir. You are eloquent and smart, unlike us farmers, but your eloquence cannot change the fact. The fact is: the Nilfgaardians did what I said "
"I should keep running north, and I advise you to go north too, sir."
"No, I have to go to Sintra to do some errands."
"But Sintra no longer exists, sir. That's where I came from."
Lan is here The body that was moving its shoulders suddenly stiffened, and the dark hood turned towards the young man.
“What did you say?”
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(End of this chapter)