Lann walked away from the tent.

The decision Haxel has made now makes it impossible for him to distinguish whether the guy in front of him really wants to rescue the refugees.

I still want to lead them to a breakout battle that is enough to make them famous. The potential casualties of these two options are completely different.

Lann felt that Haxel's spirit should have gone wrong.

But he was right about one thing.

Len is not a god.

Yes, he already had the strength to take out hundreds of people in a complex built environment.

However, this is a battlefield, not an isolated estate. His primary purpose was not to kill people, but to take them out of danger.

It kills, it's a power. However, this is not a one-size-fits-all option.

If everything in this world can be solved by murder, then the dynasty established by a tyrant should be the most difficult thing to do.

By the time Len came out of the tent, the entire camp seemed to suddenly come alive, no longer as if it had been on the road the other day.

Even if the people around him died silently, they still walked forward numbly.

People began to distribute rudimentary weapons and armor, which had been saved along the way.

Those who were handing out weapons shouted at them as they shoved them into the hands of confused refugees.

'Rush to the manor in front of you, there's only one day left!' 'It's almost time to get to Brugg!' ’

Every time a shout of this kind is made, it causes a burst of cheers.

The opportunity to escape their suffering is at hand, and all the refugees who have been tortured for so long suddenly forget everything.

They picked up weapons they hadn't even touched before, and wept and hugged each other.

And Lan En walked calmly past these people.

This is not courage, and these people do not have the consciousness to fight to the death for a chance of survival.

Lan En thought to himself.

They were only temporarily carried away by the joy.

When they have calmed down and felt the sensation of the weapon in their hands touching the flesh with their fingers, the dizzy mind will be clear.

Then there's fear.

"What the hell is going on?"

As soon as Dandrion saw Ryan returning, he quickly came up and asked anxiously.

"Haxel is handing out weapons and equipment to refugees, what does he want to do? Let these people who have used scythes and hammers fight with professional soldiers?! ”

Lan nodded to indicate that he was right.

Turning their heads, Gerd and Geralt were calmly tending to their swords.

"I told you, Dandrien." Geralt said without looking up.

"If you want to get out of the battlefield, you have to cross the border, and you have to meet at least a tough battle that you can't avoid."

"Fighting, it's not like poetry, there are so many beautiful coincidences and opportunities."

The poet covered his face, his breath was short, and his body twitched.

"Oh, what to do? I'm so nervous right now that I want to throw up. ”

Geralt waved his hand at Lanne, signaling that he didn't care, "Dandrion has had this problem since he saw the frontal battlefield outside of Sintra. Not a big deal. ”

"But it's not him I'm worried about." Lan En just walked past the poet who was sitting on the ground, and instead of stopping, he walked over to the two witchers.

He looked down at his two friends, who seemed to be taking care of their swords.

"You two's hearts are beating faster than usual. It seems that you also know, what will you face next? ”

Under Lann's questioning, Gerd and Geralt first beat their hands, and then let go of the oilcloth that wiped their swords in a dejected manner.

"Yes, we know."

Gede said with his head down.

"We know that these people are going to go to the battlefield when they're excited. And then die on the battlefield. How excited they are now, how frightened and even resentful they will be then. ”

They will think, "Why don't you, the leaders and stewards, go far away?" Why do we have to fight civilians, refugees, against the soldiers of Nilfgaard? ”

"At that point, they will forget the laughter they are making now, and they will forget how loudly they applauded the decision. You'll forget that they were also the ones who supported the decision. ”

Lan En heard something, he clasped his hands on his chest, and asked tentatively, "Someone came to you just now?" ”

"Someone, a lot of people."

Geralt tucked his sword back into its scabbard and spoke calmly.

"The refugees we helped, they came to thank us. With a sense of imminent salvation, but."

But what when they came to their senses and found that they had to go to the Knife Mountain before they could be saved?

Geralt didn't continue.

A person's heart can change, and the gratitude of the last moment will turn into anger and resentment in the next.

So, Gerd and Geralt weren't happy at all. They've seen a lot of them.

There's not a lot of time for people to prepare.

In fact, from the moment the weapons were distributed, the irrepressible noise was a talisman.

Even if thousands of people whispered a word each, the sound of gathering was very loud.

In order to boost morale, the distribution of weapons must also arouse the emotions of the refugees, so that they forget their fears and take up arms.

By the time he decided to rush towards the makeshift station, the countdown had already begun.

Under the decision to abandon the burden and make a desperate bet, people simply ate a large meal. Rough scolding rang out outside.

These are the more senior sergeants in the refugee regiment, who are doing some training for the refugees on an ad hoc basis.

It has come to this point, and all the hidden matters have been abandoned.

In charge of training the refugees next to the witcher's tent was a mercenary in chain mail who appeared to have served in the regular army of the North.

"You stinking shit's job is to follow orders! Keep in line! ”

"We're going to break out in the afternoon near dusk, why this time? Because I want you bunch of waste to survive a few more! ”

"If you can rush over, it will be dark, let's raise our hearts and run overnight, and then we will be one foot away from the border! As for why not just sneak over at night? ”

The chainmail mercenary tilted his head and spat out.

"Which country do you think you are the best of the best? Dare to fight at night? Dare to act stealthily at night? By then, four out of five people will be lost and separated! As for the fate of the refugees who have been separated in this land, I don't need to say, right? ”

"Also, night battles are worse battles than anyone, do you think the Nephgaard people will be as bad as you? You might still be lucky enough to kill a Nelfgaard during the day, and at night. Ha ha! ”

He smiled fiercely.

While punching and kicking the refugees, he spitted fragrant mouths and taught some basic knowledge on the battlefield.

For example, 'Shields are more important than swords', 'Don't ever break the queue'.

Amid his threatening shouting, the excitement of the refugees began to wane.

Rejoicing, who was only one step away from being saved, also began to feel uneasy and panicked.

They suddenly woke up from a noisy state and wondered if they should be quieter.

But then it turned out that the whole camp was in chaos.

If you want to be quiet, it's too late.

The battle is coming.

The thought flashed through everyone's minds at the same time.

Then, like a black cloud, this thought weighed on everyone's heart.

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