Chapter 597 599. No one can blame
In the end, Geralt did not kill the strong man on the horse.
Of the two of them, Geralt was in a hurry to get away and find someone. And the strong man had no intention of fighting to the end. He seemed to just come to test the depth of a normal demon hunter.
After two more horseback and plundering rounds, Geralt chopped the blade of the Crescent Moon Ax into pieces, and then evacuated without hesitation.
When Geralt cautiously watched the other party riding away, he quickly turned around and left, running to Dandelion's side.
At this moment, a large part of the refugees who were eager to survive had already run away.
So the risk of stampedes has been reduced.
In the chaos of large crowds, disasters always come and go quickly.
But in the short period of time when the flow of people was at its peak, Geralt estimated that at least nearly a hundred people had been trampled to death and maimed.
"Are you okay? How about you, Ciri?"
Geralt held his sword and asked anxiously to his friend and the child of destiny.
Dandelion dragged Ciri against the edge of a big tree, his face pale at this time.
It wasn't until a few seconds after Geralt finished asking that he seemed to come to life again and suddenly began to breathe heavily.
"Suck~cough cough, for the sake of the plague! They almost squeezed me out just now!"
But Rao said so and was dragged by Dandelion Xili, who was lying there, was fine, but seemed a little flustered.
The poet tried his best to protect her.
Geralt knew, but their relationship had gone beyond thanking him. So he said nothing.
“Let’s leave quickly.”
While protecting the two incompetent people behind him, the white wolf moved towards the retreating crowd.
“You don’t have to worry about being trampled to death now, but these remaining rebels are enough to kill both of you, so follow me.”
Things were going smoothly.
Those Nilfgaardian soldiers who were left behind as the refugee wave left, watched quietly as Geralt left while guarding the two people.
But the silence was chilling.
This is not the look of an army that has been shattered and has lost its organizational power.
In the few times Geralt came into contact with defeated armies, those people made him feel like a dog in water.
Embarrassed and nervously panicked.
The Nilfgaardians were like that when their formation was just broken by Lan En.
But then the massacre of the refugee group, the weak resistance and wailing of the refugees.
There is no doubt that this has allowed the Nilfgaardians to regain their confidence and calmness.
Yes, there is a surprisingly powerful warrior here in the refugee group. But it’s just ‘one’.
They were just caught off guard this time, and their army was still the most violent force in the world.
They did not have enough numbers and equipment, which led to the failure of this battle.
Most of the refugee group had taken advantage of the wave just now to break through the blockade and arrived near Lan En.
Stuart, Haxor, and all the refugees turned around and looked at the Nilfgaardians who were originally scattered among the refugees.
Watching them consciously reorganize into a queue from the scattered defeated army under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Watching them pick up the Great Sun Flag that Lan En shot off at the beginning and hold it up in their hands.
Looking at five commander-like characters on horseback, standing in front of the Nilfgaardian queue.
The Nilfgaardians and the refugee group looked at each other from a distance. But the refugees who rushed through the blockade didn't have any atmosphere of victory, and the Nilfgaardians on the opposite side didn't have any sense of defeat.
There were even officers there, as if they were ashamed of their performance in the battle just now.
He yanked off his helmet and threw it to the ground, roaring loudly in the direction of the refugee group!
“Let’s go.”
Lan looked at this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he patted Gede, who was looking at the Nilfgaardians motionlessly. Said the shoulder.
Behind them, there were already many refugees running impatiently towards the border, which was still one day away.
They didn’t even look at them. On the road behind them, there were corpses that could no longer get up, as well as their companions who were seriously injured and fell to the ground wailing, and were now being hit by the Nilfgaardians. .
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded from around the demon hunters.
Stuart's thigh was wrapped in a bleeding bandage.
He rode over, dismounted in front of the witcher, and managed to stand upright.
"Thank you all the masters for your help, especially you, Master Bordon."
His pale and calm face raised up and looked at Lan En.
"Without you, we will definitely not be able to win this battle."
Haxo also came from the side.
He looked a little out of breath, thinking that the wave just now also came here. But even so, he had just taken the time to put wax on his hair again to prevent it from becoming disheveled.
“Not only should you thank us, but also those who have been lying in the place where we just passed. They were trained for a few hours and then forced to go on the field to face the battle-hardened Nilfgar. German, and paid his life for it."
Lan En said in a cold tone.
"But now, it seems that no one is mourning for them?"
Stewart frowned slightly when he heard this, while the smile on Haxo's face seemed to never change.
He tilted the steel scepter in his hand and blocked it in front of his son.
But he took a step towards Lan En.
“You seem to be angry about this. I understand your feelings and admire your virtue. But this is war. If we have to debate, it is that we go to Ossenfurt University to find the best solution. The senior and most prestigious professor will debate until the day he dies.”
Haxo said calmly.
“All the refugees here just think that they have been rescued and are not far from a new life. Those who died have nothing to do with them. Those who really can’t let go of those corpses have most likely died just now. Let’s lie there together.”
“That’s the truth. We’re not here to argue with you, but to express our gratitude.”
This. It is indeed a fact, because during the stampede and the killings of Nilfgaardian soldiers, those who will still be dragged will not let go, and there is a high probability that they will lie together.
The corners of Gerd's mouth twitched angrily, and he stepped forward to walk towards Haxo.
But Lan En held him back and shook his head.
It is true that he is angry now, but at the same time, this anger cannot be expressed to others.
The number of people in the refugee group was reduced by nearly 200 after this battle. One-fifth loss.
But if you think about it carefully, who can you blame?
Why are those armed refugees afraid of even Nilfgaard’s disorganized rebel army?
But they had only trained for a few hours. They had only held weapons for a few hours in their lives.
Blame it on Haxor for making everyone rush in at the end?
But the formation was already on the verge of collapse at that time, and it would break up if we shouted or not. He shouted, but at least the frightened refugees did not run back, but rushed over.
So in the end, there was really no one to blame for the corpses in the distance.
(End of this chapter)