Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 576: 577 Hacksaw



Chapter 576: 577 Hacksaw

Chapter 576: 577 Hacksaw

Chapter 576 577.Haktho

The young man's voice was capable and concise, which reminded people of military style at first impression.

As the ones who brought back the horses, Geralt and Lan headed that way.

Sure enough, Lan En saw a Cintra knight at first sight.

He was wearing full-body plate armor that should have been bright and bright, but was now very dull.

This piece of plate armor has undoubtedly experienced the baptism from "decoration" to "war tool".

On the left chest of the plate armor, at the heart position, there is also the small coat of arms of the Lion of Sintra. This is the only bright part of the armor.

A young man with mostly brown hair and a small part of blond hair was wearing this armor and standing in front of the group of horses, stopping the butcher in the refugee group from working.

From the facial features, it can be seen that this person is indeed related to the Cintra royal steward whom Lan En has met before.

This is Stuart Lynn, the son of Haxal Lynn. He is eighteen years old and has become a knight of Calanthe, it is said.

Dandelion whispered with his head next to Lane's arm, as tall as he could reach.

"It's just that it is said that such a young man is talented and promising, and it has nothing to do with his father's convenience in using his position in the court."

The poet has a teasing smile on his face.

He had a good impression of Hucksall and his son, and in this era, it was normal for a son to rise to the top in a fair and just way by relying on his father's power.

But poets are born with a fondness for satire, and this is probably a problem they will never change in their lifetime.

Lan En glanced down at him: "Aren't you afraid that this guy will cause you some trouble?"

The poet smiled nonchalantly: "He has no time to pay attention to the gossip flying around him now. He only wants to rush out of Sintra. You will know if you get in touch with him."

Geralt was the one who handed the horses to the butcher. He stood up naturally at this time and faced Stuart with a frown.

Cant you see how many people here are about to die because there is no food in their bodies to generate heat, Lord Knight?

Ciri followed Geralt, but Lan noticed that the knight of Cintra, who was personally canonized by Ciri's grandmother, only glanced at the little girl's face and stopped looking at it again.

It seemed like she was just an ordinary little refugee girl.

Dear witcher.

As if he didn't hear Geralt's sarcasm about his identity at all, the young man with mixed black and blond hair responded to Geralt without any change in his expression.

Calm and non-negotiable.

We must prioritize improving the combat effectiveness of our soldiers, and these war horses are the most effective resource. This is a more efficient and long-term approach than letting refugees who cannot fight be eaten.

"Yes. Distribute the war horses to the soldiers, and then let many people here starve to death and die of cold. But it doesn't matter. After all, in the long run, these things are always inevitable, right?"

When Geralt says something like this with his dead face, few people can't help but get angry. This can be regarded as one of his talents.

But Stewart remained unmoved.

So if these horses are distributed to the refugees, will there be good results? The meat eaten tonight will give them calories and allow them to spend the night relatively comfortably, but what happens next?

This knight, who is younger than Lan En, did not move, but his tone had already suppressed Geralt.

"Then we met a small band of Nilfgaardian troops and scouts. And then, better results: we were victorious again with the same good fortune as before. And without these cavalry, the people we should have been able to take care of Whose death is it?"

And what if the result is bad? What if we lose?

"We used all our strength, me and my few cavalry, soldiers, and a few demon hunters. You know how many people we can deal with. A small Nilfgaardian force of two hundred people can kill us all! Get there At that time, the Nilfgaardians will not care whether they are refugees or remnants of soldiers, no one will survive."

The argument between the witcher and the knight attracted the attention of some people around the refugee group.

Some of them looked at Geralt expectantly, and at the horses that exhaled hot white breath from their nostrils.

Others, after struggling for a while, chose to turn their heads and no longer look at these tempting "flesh and blood".

The eyes have power, and the eyes of many people have more weight.

Making a choice under so many eyes requires not only logical judgment, but also a big heart. Geralt, who looks cold on the outside and is sensitive on the inside, undoubtedly feels uncomfortable now.

Until a broad palm covered his entire shoulder.

It is Lan En.

The tall figure behind him looked down at Geralt with persuasive eyes: "That's it."

Based on Lan Ens understanding of Geralt, he is actually not a person who would stand out at this time.

It was just because of the wariness in his heart towards Harksall and his son that he acted abnormally.

As a demon hunter who has been on the mainland for decades, Geralt has seen many wars.

Hence, he should know even more clearly that in chaotic situations, it is absolutely correct to give priority to those with fighting ability.

This is cruel, but very realistic.

Even if the refugees in the refugee group continue to starve to death, the soldiers and horses must be fed.

Because if the soldiers failed when facing the Nilfgaardians, the refugees would not even have the chance to slowly starve to death while waiting for a chance to turn around, and would only be executed within a day.

The small uproar that briefly rose is slowly dying down.

At the end of the commotion, Haxo Linn, an acquaintance of the witchers, the leader of the refugee group, and the former steward of the Cintra royal family, also walked out from behind Stewart.

There was no difference between him and Lan En when they first met.

He has neatly trimmed sideburns and beard, and even his nose hair is neatly trimmed. Although the clothes on his body are shabby and stained, he has still worked hard to tidy them up.

The rigorous and self-respecting posture is as if he is still the steward of the palace.

Except for one thing.

In his hand he held a heavy steel scepter.

Lan En has seen this thing before. It was in the mayor's office in Sintra. It represents the power granted by the royal family to the mayor to manage the city.

Whats wrong, everyone? The atmosphere seems a bit tense?

Haxor walked between Geralt and Stuart with a smile and greeted both sides.

"Nothing, father." Stuart replied calmly, "I had some differences with the witcher just now, but we have settled it now."

Really? Thats great! The times are tough now, and we, a group of refugees who are trying to survive in the cracks, cant start a fire in our nest again.

Huckthor smiled like a peacemaker.

His eyes turned around, then suddenly lit up.

Oh! This isnt it

Haktho's passionate call was interrupted by Gede who took a step forward.

Gede made an introduction gesture: "This is Bordon, my companion of the school. Come and help me after hearing the news."

Haksol's smile froze at first, but then returned to normal.

Cintra would be extremely grateful to anyone who can help in this time of crisis.

As if he had never seen Lan En before, he enthusiastically went up and shook hands with his head raised.

Lan En seemed to have gotten to know this acquaintance again.

After looking up and down for a while, he shook Haxo's outstretched hand.

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