Chapter 592 594. War begins
No matter what the results of several hours of training are, at least everyone in the refugee group has good mobility in front of the not-so-distant national border.
All those who could take up arms were arranged into a queue, wearing various types of armor.
Some only have chest protectors, and some only have armor-plated trousers, and these armors are rusty because they have not been maintained for a long time after coming off the battlefield, and they will make a harsh "squeak" when exercising. Voice.
This is the limit of what the refugees can arm themselves with.
The noise and excitement gradually faded away from the refugees.
Just as Lan En expected, after they felt the steel they wore and held, what was born was not peace of mind.
Because they all knew that the Nilfgaardians had better guys than they did, and those guys were more skilled than them.
So they began to pant heavily, and before they had even walked a few steps, their mouths became dry and their energy was exhausted due to panic and nervousness.
The mercenary in chainmail looked at the group of people, his brows furrowed tightly, but there was nothing he could do, no one could do anything.
He could only come to the tent of the witchers, and the three witchers inside happened to come out.
"Masters."
He asked first.
"We must take action. The time is almost up. Master Haxor would like to invite you to join the first team."
Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, near the edge of the woods, The refugees suddenly let out a scream.
"Look!"
Then, the distant and powerful sound of the horn came from outside the woods.
The eyes of Lan En, the mercenary, Geralt, and Gerd shrank at the same time. They pushed aside the crowd in front of them and quickly came to the edge to look outside.
I saw a burst of dust flying on the hillside in the distance. From the horizon, first the head of a black flag stretched out, and then the black flag printed with the emblem of Nilfgaardian faith-the great sun wheel. It rose higher and higher until it revealed a dark figure below.
Their armor reflects light in the approaching sunset.
That's Nilfgaardian armor.
Fear is spreading, and these refugees suddenly remember how powerful the invincible enemy is on their own land.
“The Nilfgaardians in black are coming!”
This is not surprising.
This place is not far from the temporary military station that was converted from a manor, and the woods are completely within the military radiation range of the military station.
The noise caused by their thousands of people was not small. Being called upon at this time was actually completely within the strategic prediction.
But how do these refugees know this?
They neither participated in the discussions at the meeting, nor did they know how the final strategy discussed would be implemented.
They are just a group of exhausted and frightened civilians, so now, only instinctive panic is left.
The chain-mail mercenaries around him beat, cursed, and kicked several people down in an attempt to stop the spread of panic, but with little success.
Until a loud shout seemed to be amplified by magic: "Quiet!"
The strengthened frame, heart, and muscles made Lan En's roar like a large beast!
"Don't mess up! The enemy has already reached us, are you still thinking of retreating into the woods?"
"How big is this forest? The Nilfgaardians only need to block here. , their recruitment will continue, more and more!"
"Now! Now is the time when they have the smallest number! If we break through their siege, we can leave Xin. Terra! This is your last chance, recall the knowledge I just taught you, and then find a way to make good use of it!”
Lan En's shout was not just loud.
He was well-founded and organized, and used the Emperor's Children's sensitivity to group emotions to clearly explain these logics to the refugees' chaotic brains at the moment. Every pause is designed and every tone is traceable. The combination of these things is inspiring speaking skills.
With this skillful and reasonable cry, the refugees gradually calmed down.
Emotions can be contagious, not just 'panic' can be contagious, but also calmness.
Beside Lan En, the two demon hunters and the chainmail mercenary looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.
Then, the mercenary stayed here as the commander of this team.
The three of them, Lan En, will rush to the first echelon to serve as the vanguard.
As they left, they could still hear the shouts of the chainmail mercenary behind them.
"Hold the shield! Make sure to hold the shield! That's your second life! I know you are panicking and your brains are empty! It doesn't matter, the only thing left is to follow the order! Pig brains! Next step We just have to do one thing—obey orders!”
"Only those who obey orders and hold the line will survive! If you run away, you will die, if you overshoot, you will die! Remember it all!"
When they reached the first echelon at the head of the platoon, Stewart and all his men The soldiers have been waiting there for a long time.
"It is an honor to fight alongside you, masters."
The fully armed young knight on the horse opened his visor and bowed to the three demon hunters next to him.
He and his soldiers were all exhausted. The scouting work these days had almost exhausted them.
Even now, Lan can smell their blood in the cold air.
It was because he was injured while going out for reconnaissance, or simply his thighs and buttocks were worn out by the bumps on the horse.
But all of them, including Stewart, had calm expressions.
Are they really ordinary soldiers who escaped with a knight?
Lan En wondered in his heart.
But it is also possible that ordinary soldiers can be tempered into this after experiencing the war and suffering they have witnessed with their own eyes.
They are the vanguard of the entire refugee group, and they must strive to penetrate the Nilfgaardians on the opposite side as quickly as possible.
Break through the containment and take as many people out as possible.
Smoke and dust were flying in the distance, and all the Nilfgaardians in the temporary military station were probably gathered here.
Their flags are flying and their armor is bright.
Beside Lan En, they only had a group of exhausted refugees with damaged armor.
This is Lan En's 'stage', a place where he can exert his strength, a small square formation with twenty people on each side.
He is not a wizard who can release thunder and lightning, fireballs, ice cones, or even affect the celestial phenomena on a small scale after sufficient preparation.
On a wide, unrestricted battlefield, the scope he can take into account is only so large.
Within this scope, he believed that his power was unmatched.
But outside this range.
Before Lan En could think any more, the next moment, there was a "stretching" sound in the distance.
Then the faint whistling sound grew louder and sharper from far to near.
This sound immediately activated Lan En's experience in [Memory Diving].
Subconsciously, he opened the golden [Quen's Seal] and shouted at the same time: "A rain of arrows is coming!"
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(End of this chapter)