After Hacksol's decisiveness suppressed Hilton speechless and did not dare to resist, a group of people walked out of the tent one after another.

Most of them are decent guys who can maintain their dignity in this difficult situation, their clothes are not dirty, they are not messy, and they are well nourished.

It seems that they should be the most well-supplied people in this refugee group.

That is, merchants, propertied craftsmen, and the like who were swept away by the war.

Originally, these people were able to eat and drink well and even protect their property when the other civilians in the refugee group were almost starving to death.

But today, after Haxel has made clear his decision that 'whoever stands in the way will die, and I am no exception', it is estimated that these people should also give up their pathetic selfish desires.

"A surprising change, Mr. Haxor."

When these people who controlled the logistics of the refugee group were almost gone, Lan En, who had been standing on the edge of the tent and witnessed the whole process, clapped his hands and whispered in admiration.

"Compared to my previous impressions, I almost thought you were distorted by some monster."

Haxel smiled, calmly eyeing Ryan into the eye.

He didn't call Rann as he was, just as he didn't call Heri Heri.

Like Dandrion and Geralt, Lane isn't quite sure about his underlying intentions at the moment.

But since everyone already has a tacit understanding, they might as well maintain it.

So Haxel responded.

"War, war is the most terrible and twisting monster in the world, Master Poldon."

"If the mind of a person who has experienced war is not distorted or changed, that is a phenomenon worthy of vigilance."

When a person's social status and wealth accumulate, these elements of interest are swallowed up by war.

When a person sees the faces of former acquaintances, friends, and relatives being trampled under the horse's hooves.

Those who have been ravaged by the flames of war, even if they spend the rest of their lives healing their souls, will never go back to the way they were.

"Taught." Lan En stared at Haxel in silence for a moment before nodding. "I'll remember."

The brief greetings were even an admission that Lane had joined the refugee group and was still an old acquaintance of Haxel. Belong to people who can be trusted.

The people in the tent were all responsible for the specific tactics and battles that were relevant to the next move of the refugee group.

So Hackso officially began the discussion meeting.

"Before we can discuss which direction to send reconnaissance next, we have to face tonight's problem first."

Stewart stepped up from his father's side, pointed to the map where they were, and whispered.

"We have a total of seven squads out today looking for supplies, but until now, it has been more than an hour since the allotted return time."

"But only one has returned."

Then the very young knight looked up at the three witchers.

Obviously, that's what they're talking about.

"There's no news for the rest."

"A 1 in 7 survival rate." Lan stood aside and whispered. "This is an exaggeration of the low success rate, right? I guess, that's not quite normal? ”

In this situation, Geralt and Gerd are actually very uncomfortable. Because traditional witchers have always been neutral.

"Demon hunters don't care about conflicts between human nations, they don't take sides, they just hunt monsters".

But Len wasn't a traditional witcher, and he knew that when the situation in the general environment became more and more acute, 'neutrality' no longer meant security-

It's both sides that think you're the opposite person!

And then both sides want to kill you.

So even though he had only arrived today, Geralt and Gerd had unconsciously handed over the representation of the three witchers to him at this meeting.

This can be regarded as an instinct of the emperor's son when entering a political situation.

Give priority to finding your own position, and then gather strength with your position.

An officer in a shabby military uniform next to Stewart whispered, "One in seven is not an abnormality, this kind of mission completion rate is simply a disaster!" ”

"If Master Haxel hadn't squeezed oil and water out of those moths just now, this loss would have even starved the entire refugee group of refugees for at least two days!"

There was nothing to eat for two days, and based on the physical condition of the refugees outside and the ambient temperature at this time, it is conservatively estimated that at least half of the people in this group of nearly 1,000 people will die.

That's why Hackso grabbed everyone's supplies today when the faction within the refugee group had been maintained for so long?

Lan En was secretly guessing beside him.

It was only an hour of decision-making time, and the former royal director made such a big and decisive decision, which is a great judgment and determination.

"So." At this moment, Geralt, who was behind Lane, suddenly spoke, and his tone was heavy.

"So, those bastards are coming after you?"

Lan En vaguely heard the old friend subconsciously clenching his fists and clenching his leather gloves to a 'creaking' sound.

It's kind of interesting. Just mentioning it made Geralt subconsciously tense his muscles.

Is it a difficult enemy?

Stewart propped up the table where the map was placed and said calmly.

"It may be that they discovered our whereabouts and chased us, but it could also be that their range of movement just happened to be here. You've met with them, too, Master Geralt. ”

As if to take care of the newcomer Lane, Stewart's face that had been looking down at the map lifted up and gave a brief introduction to the huge witcher.

"That's a team. No, it should be like a scout group, a team that has been dismantled and scattered. ”

The young knight pondered his words, trying to be as accurate as he could describe.

"They are the elite of the elite, and although from the point of view of discipline and establishment, it doesn't feel like the Nilfgaard military people, but when it comes to killing and tracking, I don't think anyone can be more professional and efficient than them."

"After the city of Sintra was breached and the Nilfgaard army entered the mode of sweeping the country, these difficult and powerful guys appeared everywhere."

"Sometimes they work and help the Nilfgaard military. But sometimes they act on their own."

Speaking of which, Stewart's expression was a bit like he wasn't sure what he was thinking.

"Just guessing." He emphasized the point first, and then raised his eyes and skimmed in the direction of the witchers.

"I feel like they're the Nilfgaard scattered on the battlefield to deal with some special targets."

"These targets are flexible and small. So much so that the mobilization of a large number of troops cannot catch up, or it is not cost-effective. Small groups of conventional forces are not very manageable. So a special unit was formed to deal with it. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? ”

The witchers nodded silently.

This is also the reason why there is a group of witchers in this world.

Most monsters can't be formed into an army, but most of them come and go quickly, are stealthy, or live far from people.

So much so that the kings and lords were reluctant to let the army go out to deal with them, because the weight of the army's march alone was already very expensive.

The Witcher is largely a solution born out of economic problems.

And listen to the meaning.

The position of this group of people on the battlefield of Nilfgaard is very similar to that of witchers.

(End of chapter)