Chapter 564 565. Tracking
The search process went smoothly. It was getting late now, and the armed teams that came out in groups should be looking for a place to camp.
And their horses have to carry people, armor, and supplies, but Lan En is holding Poppy by the hand.
Human endurance is far greater than that of horses.
A rather counter-intuitive fact is that during long-distance marches, infantry and other cavalry are generally the ones to keep up.
The longest recorded period of continuous running by an average human is over twenty-five hours.
As for Lan En, he has been implanted with gene seeds and has undergone three surgeries. He cannot be measured by the standards of an 'ordinary human being'.
The woods in winter have almost lost all their leaves and have turned into branches spreading towards the sky.
It is getting late, and these branches that seem to pierce the sky look weird and ferocious in the dim light.
The cold wind blew through the gaps in the woods and was twisted into a weird whistle.
Poppy had reached his full potential as a purebred Kaedweni warhorse.
The way it gallops with bulging muscles and gushing blood is enough to be captured by a painter, and then passed down to future generations with expensive paints.
In its eyes, the strange and dim woods around it were ignored by it like silhouettes.
But there is always a tall figure in front of it.
Heavy footsteps are like war hammers!
But above this heavy mass is a swift figure!
The proportions of an Astartes body are like an enlarged human body.
There are no problems such as slender hands and feet, unstable center of gravity, etc. that people who normally grow to this size have.
If I had to describe Lan En's sense of speed at this time, it would be to add the sprint speed of the Olympic sprint champion to a mass of 300 kilograms!
The huge mass brings about strong winds, even enough to break the branches of the trees it passes by!
Finally, after a short period of tracking, Lan En found a shadow of fire in this forest glade.
It was about fifteen people, and they were preparing to rest around the campfire.
They wore dark and shiny full-face armor, and there were a pair of black wings on both sides of the helmets that looked like they were going to soar into the sky.
The long swords are sharp, the crossbows are strong, and the bows are strong. If you look at their manners and majesty, they are much more honorable than the northern soldiers Lan En knows.
After all, even for the cavalry team under Baron Wesselard of Willen, Philip, the leader, was a man with a layer of black spots on his neck and his hair under his leather hat.
Their tattered cotton armor will be stained with wine stains, phlegm, nasal mucus and other things.
Lan's heavy footsteps and Poppy's heavy breathing woke up the group of people who were preparing for dinner.
They were all on alert, loading their crossbows, drawing their bows, and unsheathing their swords.
The military appearance is neat and tidy, which is another quality that is better than that of the northern army.
Lan let go of the reins and let Poppy go away and rest.
And he himself stood still in the thick shadow reflected by the firelight.
He ran all the way without even getting rid of his hood and cloak, and standing in the shadows, he could only show a huge outline.
The Nilfgaardian soldiers on the opposite side whispered to each other.
“It’s a giant?! I thought it was the superstition of the northern hillbillies!”
“This is a forest, a forest on the plain! It’s not a mountain. Where did the giant come from? Even if it is According to legend, I think it should also be a deer-headed spirit!”
In the south, most of the monsters common in the north have become the stuff of legends.
Southerners even use this to laugh at the superstition and ignorance of northerners. At this moment, these soldiers, who came to fight in the north for the first time, were filled with fear because of the unknown.
And then, under the influence of armor and swords, fear turned into violent tendencies.
Under the hood, Lan En could hear the gradually heavier breathing of the people on the opposite side, as well as the clouds of white mist emerging from their mouths.
"Just to be on the safe side."
Lan En spoke calmly in the darkness. There was no fluctuation, only a large white mist caused by hot air drifting from the shadows into the light of the fire.
“I want to ask you gentlemen from the south one thing: I passed a village heading east here, and that village was massacred. The people who did it burned the bodies and used torture. "Did you do it?"
When Lan En said the first sentence, the expression on the other side clearly relaxed.
If you can speak human language, you are not the northern monster in the story.
The second sentence that followed made the Nilfgaardian soldiers who were slightly relieved burst into laughter.
There was astonishment in this laughter.
If it were a normal situation, Lan En wouldn't care too much. After all, there seems to be nothing wrong with laughing amidst the ups and downs of moods from nervousness to relaxation.
But this smile is different. The feeling it brings to Lan En is——
‘Someone actually wants to ask us this? ’ and ‘I was actually nervous because of someone asking such a boring question? ’
There is no need to answer anymore.
This playful laughter was the answer.
A Nilfgaardian was aiming his crossbow at Lan En. The joking smile on his face had not even faded. His fingers had begun to tighten, and the mechanical leaf spring was about to activate, shooting out Crossbow arrows on the string.
But in the next moment.
“Hoo!”
Violent wind pressure was generated out of thin air, suppressing the strong and bright bonfire almost into a thin layer!
Ordinary people's vision and reaction speed cannot even see Lan En's shadow in this situation!
They were still staring blankly at the spot where Lan En was standing, where a wide cloak was flying in the sky.
But what caused this huge wind pressure was a huge human body!
“Bang!”
The huge palm completely enveloped the Nilfgaardian's head!
Just this one movement made a sound like hitting a helmet with a hammer!
Under the gaze of all of them, Lan En rushed directly into their formation in the blink of an eye!
The pair of cat eyes shining in the darkness turned, observing the entire situation.
The crossbowman who was hit hard on the head subconsciously activated the machine on his hand.
With a "swish" sound, the crossbow arrow with a triangular pyramid head passed past Lan En and went straight into the gap in the neck guard of another Nilfgaardian's armor!
Then Lan En didn't even look back. He raised the Nilfgaardian in his hand to his side as if he had already planned it.
The next moment, the sound of "swish, swish, swish" arrows streaking through the air came.
These arrows fired from bows or crossbows burst out sparks on the Nilfgaardian armor, and a few of them with tricky angles had penetrated the weak points of the armor and penetrated into the body.
The human ‘shield’ in Lan En’s hand simply stopped moving.
The Nilfgaardian army was indeed formidable.
Whether it is their ability to react quickly or the quality of their ordnance, they are much better than the northern army.
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