Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 580: 581 hunting target

Chapter 580: 581 hunting target

Chapter 580 581. Hunting Target

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Why did the Nilfgaardians form this army? To deal with what?

The formation of the army is not a task that can be completed with just two hands.

Even the emperor of Nilfgaard couldn't just open his mouth if he wanted to open up a new territory for his army.

The troops must have an imaginary enemy, that is, a target.

Their training subjects, equipment styles, and supply levels can only be formulated after having a goal.

And in this complicated but inevitable work process, there are countless oils and water waiting for all parties to divide it.

The most difficult thing about forming a new army is not the follow-up training, but the entanglement of interests before formation.

The world has changed. A veteran with a few strands of white messy hair peeking out from under his iron helmet muttered after snoring a few times, tilting his head and spitting.

"How could there be so many weird things on the battlefield in the past? We went to the battlefield, and then the men drew their swords and slashed at each other! The princes and ministers in the back were so scared that they wet their pants!"

Stewart did not look at the veteran.

That is to say, there is really a shortage of people now, otherwise he would definitely not let a veteran with only combat experience but no tactical thinking come to the table for a meeting.

This old guy probably thinks that warlocks and magic are just fireworks to add to the fun on the battlefield.

But there is one thing he said that was right.

Cintra has been entangled with the Nilfgaardians for a long time.

Stewart said calmly.

"But this is indeed the first time we have discovered that the Nilfgaardians have formed such a force. This time, they may have used Cintra as a testing ground for the new force."

Let them specifically hunt some special targets.

For example, a witcher.

Until Count Stesa was put to death in his own home, no one must have felt the need to dedicate an army to a specific group of people in a grand war.

But now, the impact of the death of a great nobleman has gradually become apparent.

In short. Bang Haxo tapped the ground with the steel scepter in his hand and concluded. "Either we get rid of these people quickly, or we have to find a way to deal with these people. With them here, no matter how many scouts we let out, it's impossible."

After saying that, Haxor turned his attention to the witchers.

"Three masters, you are the rare people who have encountered them and survived. I would like to ask you to deal with this threat."

Lan En is confident in his own skills and strength, but he is not blindly confident.

At the end of the day, he has never met those people.

So, he turned his head and looked down at Geralt, seeking the opinion of the old-school witcher.

White Wolf pursed his lips, and it was only then that Lan En noticed that there seemed to be a scar on the corner of his mouth.

The scar left by the sword's blade.

Geralt's tongue subconsciously licked the scar, and then nodded.

"Their threat to us is imminent. Even if we want to survive, we have to clear them out first. With you, we should be able to deal with it."

"Then it's settled." Lan En nodded indifferently and looked at Haxo opposite.

But you dont seem to care too much about whether we agree or not.

Because even if you dont want to do it, I will organize ordinary soldiers to encircle and suppress them.

The smiling royal steward spoke kindly and coldly.

Its just a matter of how many people die. But if we dont deal with them, then everyone will die. If you think about it, its worth it as long as they dont die.

"It seems that war can really turn a person into a beast or a monster." Lan En said with emotion.

Three witchers walked out of Haxor's tent, took Dandelion and Ciri who were resting outside against the roots of a tree, and walked towards their tent.

A palace steward who was originally ordinary and just a little easily distracted, but when we met less than a year later, he had turned into a man who regarded his own life and everyone else's life as a number and had no hesitation in using it to achieve his goals. Guy.

It's even an exaggeration. This guy actually looks a bit heroic!

Lan En felt very complicated.

On the one hand, he felt that it would be a good thing for the current Haxo to lead this refugee group. After all, his ability and will were very qualified, allowing more people to survive in this cruel battlefield.

But on the other hand, he didnt know whether he should feel sad for the departure of his former acquaintance Hakso.

The original Huck Thor, whose character was distorted by pressure and whose will was reshaped by disaster, can be said to be dead, right?

At least in this process, he probably suffered almost as much as if he had died.

Geralt exhaled a breath of hot white smoke, which curled up in the woods.

"That's why I don't dare to believe him. Who knows what a person like him would put on the gambling table in order to achieve his goal?"

In my opinion, your distrust of politicians is also a major reason why you adhere to the principle of neutrality.

Dandelion still wrapped the blanket Lan En gave him around his shoulders, sniffed and said.

But you should face reality at least, huh~. The good old days when you could stick to your neutrality without getting hurt are long gone, old wood! Now, whoever is neutral will be beaten first! Beaten by both sides!

You are from the north, and you are born with a position. Of course you can easily draw conclusions.

Are you not from the north?

Look what you said, when I was working in the north, how many people walking on the street regarded me as the same person?

"This is quite bullshit, I admit it. So you have to remain neutral because of your complaints against the North, even if it means being displeased on both sides? Isn't this just out of spite? The reality, Geralt! The reality is that you always have to choose Side! Or do you want to side with Nilfgaard?"

In the daily life where the poet and the white wolf were sarcastic with each other, Gede led Lan En to the area of the witcher's tent.

In the refugee group, there were previously circles of various groups.

Like Hilton's motorcade, the motorcade escorts, and people from his business gathered together.

The scattered mercenaries who were crushed by the war gathered together, and so on.

These people are said to have formed a refugee group together, but in fact they just used a large number of ordinary people to protect them from disasters.

Ordinary people have nothing to say. They were already scattered in the wilderness, but the joining of these people allowed them to unite and have a chance to survive temporarily.

In these circles, the kindest people to ordinary people are actually the demon hunters.

So surrounding the witcher's tent, many civilians chose to rest here.

Lann looked at Gerd and Geralt teasingly.

Witchers often put on a dead look when facing ordinary people. In order to reduce trouble, they even declare that they kill without blinking an eye and have no emotions at all, so it is best not to be tempted by rewards.

But when it comes to this situation

Laugh if you want, you bastard.

Geds beard twitched visibly, and then he and Geralt tilted their heads to the opposite sides.

It doesnt matter whether we are stupid or duplicitous. Anyway, thats it. We cant just ignore it.

I wonder if I havent said anything yet.

Lan En looked down at them with his arms crossed.

Thats better, your face says everything you want to say.