570. Raid
The main difficulty on the field now is how to make these people unable to ask for help.
Geralt and his party had already come to Sintra at the beginning of the war, and it can be said that they had completely experienced the entire Sintra war of annihilation.
They also now had some idea of the state of the Nilfgaard army.
These were scouts and scouts released by the Nilfgaard army.
For the most part, they will remain in teams of fifteen, patrolling regularly according to the areas planned by their headquarters.
Make sure that in the event of an accident, at least three additional squads within the range of the whistle can be picked up in a timely manner.
If this whistle arrow could not be sent out of the battlefield in time to clear the traces of retreat, then it would be necessary to wait for more than forty heavily armed Nilfgaard cavalry to come from behind.
Both Geralt and Gerd have a good understanding of what they can do.
In front of me, these scum have all dismounted for 'fun' and have become hoplites. Even if they can't kill them all, they can still retreat alive.
But if the sentry arrows were to be fired, they would have to face more than forty Nilfgaard cavalry.
"Do you still have potions?"
Geralt asked Gerd as he walked.
Now the lighting conditions are not good, but even if the witchers don't drink [Cat's Eye], their night vision is better than that of ordinary people. Therefore, before entering the opponent's visual range, they can also use their physical strength as much as possible to shorten the breakthrough distance.
The Bear School Witcher grinned.
"Potion. Ha, I ran out at the beginning of the hard days. You might as well expect me to have potions, and you might as well expect Dandrion to stone one. ”
Geralt shook his head in disappointment.
This answer was also expected, as the potions on his body were also used at the beginning of the war.
At that time, it was the time when the front line of the battlefield affected them, and the living environment was even more dangerous than now, so in order to ensure survival, the two of them took all the drugs they could take at that time.
The horseman, who was watching the horse, spotted them at this time and immediately took a spear from his saddle.
The man shouted, and another Nilfgaard soldier emerged from behind the fence. His belt hung around his neck, a sword pinned to his belt, and he was busy buttoning his breeches and relocating his leather crotch guards.
Geralt and Gerd were already very close.
He could hear the laughter of the men, who were making fun of the girls on the haystack. He took a few deep breaths, each breath making his murderous intent stronger. He could calm himself down, but he didn't want to.
Because he also wants to have some fun now.
"Who? Hold it! The rider shouted and raised his spear, "What are you doing here?" ”
Neither of the two witchers answered him.
Their two pairs of eyes, which could sparkle in the dimness, each found their purpose.
"Collapse!" *2
The bowstrings of the two crossbows made a catapulting sound.
The bolts fired from the hands of the bear school passed through the eyes of the horse-watching rider, causing him to let out a beastly wail. Then it fell uncontrollably from the horse's back, overpowering several fence stakes near the horse's legs.
He really shouldn't have taken off his helmet for later entertainment.
The crossbow bolt from the wolf school's hand pierced between the legs of the Nilfgaard soldier who had just drawn his sword.
He still hasn't put his crotch guard on it yet.
After receiving this arrow, he was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, so he could only gasp for breath, huddle on the ground with his lower body covered, and his eyes bulged like a dead fish.
Before the others could come to their senses and take up arms, the witchers had already rushed to their midst.
Gerd's armor was far more reliable than Geralt's, so he took the lead, while Geralt took care of it behind him.
The Bear School's steel sword slashed through the air in a full arc, and then, like a whip, slashed at the surrounding Nilfgaard soldiers.
For ordinary people, the long sword and iron armor can basically only play a role in interference, but cannot effectively kill. But for the Bear School witchers who are proficient in slashing, this is something that can be done.
His torso and limbs couldn't stop the blade of the steel sword, and blood spilled down on Gerd's face, but he didn't have time to wipe it.
The fallen corpses and gushing blood made the Nilfgaard soldiers fully realize how different the two men who rushed into them were.
A soldier's pants were still wrapped around his knees, and before he could lift them, he was stabbed in the carotid artery. He fell on his back to the sky, swaying comically as his unsatisfied dick.
This is Geralt's sword, because when Gerd cuts this position, he usually cuts off the person's head.
The other soldier stripped naked and covered his head with his hands, but his wrists were cut off by the Bear School's steel sword.
This is because the armor is taken off too quickly, which leads to the fear of losing your mind on the battlefield because of the lack of protection.
He actually felt that the flesh and bone of his wrist could block the steel.
The surprise attack by Gerd and Geralt paid off.
They had at least ten enemies lying on the ground bleeding in the first round of contact!
But the training and quality of the Nilfgaard soldiers didn't allow the two witchers to take advantage of their raids for long.
"Ding!"
A crossbow bolt flew out of the darkness like a poisonous snake and was about to bite Gerd under the armpit!
Thanks to a golden magic shield, which shattered while blocking the bolts, the bolts didn't get through the weak spots in the armor.
But even if it was blocked, Gede, who was originally fierce and violent, was also frightened into a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
If you are shot into your armpit by a crossbow arrow, you are basically hopeless without a potion.
But the dangerous situation is not over.
"Ged! Watch your step! ”
Geralt's cat's eyes swept over the arrow on the ground that had been blocked by the [Quinn Law Seal], and his pupils suddenly contracted, reminding him loudly.
Gede didn't even think about it, and immediately took the tip of one foot as the axis, made a sideways turn, and opened up a step away.
The next moment, there was a bang!
It was like an oversized firecracker exploding at Gerd's feet, and the scraps of metal rubbed against the shin armor of Gerd's calf, sending out a spark.
That bolt is an explosive bolt!
This is an alchemy product, and while the effect is good, it also has a completely different production cost than ordinary crossbow arrows.
In the northern army, don't expect to see this kind of high-end goods from the equipment distributed. This is what the soldiers themselves can buy from the quartermaster.
But in the Nilfgaard army, this was the standard equipment that was dispensed.
"Crossbowmen with special arrows!"
Gerd's leg was temporarily numb from the blast, and he immediately shouted at Geralt.
"He must have a whistle arrow in his hand, too! Go kill him! ”
Geralt's sharpness on the battlefield was no worse than Gerd's, and he had already rushed in one direction before the Bear School witchers shouted.
But in Gerd's widening eyes, he was shocked to find out
Geralt didn't cut neatly into the weak spot of the opponent's armor when facing a clumsy enemy.
There is a difference between the sound of the blade slashing into the weak point of the armor and the sound of the sword smashing against it.
Geralt's face suddenly became unsightly.
He hastily exchanged his sword with the enemy to remind Gerd, and then began to charge towards the crossbowman.
But now it seems that he just rushed to the sword. Knocked the tendons of this sword in his hand crooked!
At the same time, a sharp, recognizable pop suddenly exploded under the frowning gaze of Geralt and Gerd!
They didn't stop the whistle arrows.
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