Chapter 591 593. Black Cloud
Lan En left the tent.
The decision Haxo made now made him unable to tell whether the guy in front of him really wanted to rescue the refugees.
I still want to lead them in a breakout battle that will make me famous. The casualties that these two options may cause are completely different.
Lan felt that Haxo's mental problem must have occurred.
But he was right about one thing.
Lan En is not a god.
Yes, he has long been capable of killing hundreds of people in complex building environments.
But this is a battlefield, not an isolated estate. His primary purpose is not to kill people, but to lead people out of danger.
Being able to kill people is a kind of power. However, this is not a panacea option.
If everything in this world can be solved by killing people, then the dynasty established by the tyrant should be the most enduring thing.
When Lan En came out of the tent, the entire refugee camp seemed to suddenly be alive, no longer like it was when they were on the road a few days ago.
Even if the people around me died silently, I still walked forward numbly.
People began to distribute crude weapons and armor, which were saved on the road.
Those who were distributing weapons put the weapons into the hands of the confused refugees while shouting at them loudly.
‘Rush to the manor ahead, there’s only one day left! ’, ‘We’re going to Brugg soon! ’
Such words will cause a burst of cheers from people every time they are shouted.
The opportunity to escape their suffering is right in front of them, and all the refugees who have been tortured for a long time suddenly forget everything.
They picked up weapons they had never even touched before, weeping with joy and hugging each other.
And Lan En walked past these people calmly.
This is not courage, and these people do not have the consciousness to fight to the death for a chance of survival.
Lan En thought.
They were just temporarily dazzled by joy.
When they calm down and feel the feeling of the weapon in their hands touching their flesh with their fingers, their dizzy minds will clear up.
Then, comes fear.
"What the hell is going on?"
As soon as Dandelion saw Lan En coming back, he quickly came up and asked anxiously.
"Hakso is distributing weapons and equipment to the refugees. What does he want to do? Let these people who have only used sickles and hammers fight with professional soldiers?!"
Lan nodded, indicating that he That's right.
Looking back, Gerd and Geralt were calmly maintaining their swords.
"I told you before, Dandelion." Geralt said without raising his head.
“If you want to escape from the battlefield, you have to cross the border, and you must at least encounter a tough battle that cannot be avoided.”
“War is not like poetry, there are so many beautiful things Coincidence and opportunity."
The poet covered his face, breathing rapidly and twitching.
“Oh, what should I do? I’m so nervous that I want to vomit.”
Geralt waved his hand to Lan En, indicating that he didn't need to worry about it: "Dandelion has had this problem since he saw the frontal battlefield outside Cintra. It's not a big deal."
"But I It's not him who's worried." Lan En just walked past the poet sitting on the ground without stopping. Instead, he walked to the two demon hunters.
He looked down at his two friends who seemed to be taking good care of their swords.
"You two are beating faster than usual. It seems that you also know what you will face next?"
Under Lan En's questioning, Ged and Jero Te first paused with his hand, then dejectedly let go of the oilcloth used to clean the sword.
"Yes, we know."
Gede said, lowering his head. "We know that these people will go to the battlefield after being excited. And then die on the battlefield. How excited they are now will be how fearful and even resentful they will be then."
"They will think: Why don't you, the leaders and managers, refuse to go further away? Why do we, the civilians and refugees, have to fight against the Nilfgaardian soldiers?"
"Arrived At that time, they will forget the laughter they are making now and their loud applause for this decision. They will forget that they were also the ones who supported this decision.”
Lan En heard something. He crossed his arms and asked tentatively: "Someone came to see you just now?"
"There are people, many people."
Geralt will She put the long sword back into its scabbard and spoke calmly.
"The refugees we helped came to thank us. They felt that they were about to be saved, but..."
But when they came back to their senses, they found themselves Do you have to go to the mountain of swords before you can be saved?
Geralt did not continue.
People's hearts can change. Gratitude at one moment will turn into anger and resentment at the next moment.
So, Gerd and Geralt were not happy about this at all. They have seen many such people.
Not much time for people to prepare.
In fact, from the moment the weapons were distributed, the uncontrollable noise was a reminder.
Even if each of the thousands of people whispered a word, the collective voice would be very loud.
In order to boost morale, when distributing weapons, it is necessary to arouse the emotions of the refugees so that they forget their fear and take up arms.
When I decided to rush towards the temporary military station, the countdown had already started.
After abandoning the burden and making a desperate decision, people simply had a big meal. There was a rude yelling outside.
These are the more senior sergeants in the refugee group, conducting some temporary training for the refugees.
At this point, all hidden matters have been abandoned.
The person in charge of training the refugees next to the witcher's tent was a mercenary wearing chainmail, who seemed to have served in the northern regular army.
“The mission of you stinky bitches is to obey orders! Stay in line!”
“We will break out in the afternoon near dusk. Why choose this time? Because we want to How many more of you losers can survive!"
"If we can rush over, it will be dark. If we continue to rush all night, we will only be one step away from the border! Why don’t you just go there quietly at night?”
The chainmail mercenary tilted his head and spat.
"Which country do you think you are the elite? Dare to fight at night? Dare to operate secretly at night? By then, four out of five people will be lost and separated! As for being separated on this land You don’t need me to tell you what will happen to the refugees who died?”
“Also, a night battle is a battle to see who is worse. Do you think the Nilfgaardians will be worse than you in the daytime? It’s also possible that you’ll get lucky and kill a Nilfgaardian at night. Haha!”
He smiled fiercely.
While punching and kicking the refugees, he imparted some basic knowledge on the battlefield with sweet words.
For example, 'A shield is more important than a sword', 'Never break the queue'.
In his rather intimidating shouts, the excitement of the refugees not long ago began to fade.
I was thankful that I was only one step away from being saved, but I also began to feel uneasy and panic.
At this time, they suddenly woke up from the noisy state and wondered if they should be quieter.
But then it was discovered that the entire camp was in chaos.
It's too late to be quiet.
The battle is coming.
This thought flashed through everyone’s minds at the same time.
Subsequently, this thought was like a black cloud, weighing on everyone's heart.
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(End of this chapter)