Regardless of the results of a few hours of training, at least in the face of the border, everyone in the refugee group was moving well.

All those who could pick up arms were arranged in formation, and they were dressed in a variety of armor.

Some only have chest guards, others only have armor trousers, and these armors have rust from the fact that they have not been maintained for a long time since they came down from the battlefield, and they make a harsh 'squeak' sound when they move.

That's the limit of what the refugees can do.

The noise and excitement faded from the refugees.

As Lan En had predicted, after they felt the steel they were wearing and holding, it wasn't peace of mind.

For they all knew that the men of the Nilfgaard were better than them, and that the men were more skilled than they were.

So they began to gasp for breath, and before they had taken a few steps they were parched and exhausted from panic and nervousness.

The mercenary in chain mail looked at the group of people, his brows furrowed, but there was no way, no one could help it.

He could only get to the tent of the demon hunters, and the three demon hunters inside also happened to come out.

"Masters."

He said hello first.

"We're going to have to act, it's almost time, and Lord Hackso wants to invite you to the first team."

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, the refugees near the edge of the woods let out a sudden exclamation.

"Look!"

Then, the sound of a distant and powerful trumpet came from outside the woods.

Lanne's eyes shrank at the same time as the mercenary, Geralt, and Gerd shrank away from the crowd in front of them, and quickly walked to the edge to look out.

I saw a cloud of dust on the distant slope, and from the horizon came the head of a black flag, and then the black flag of the Great Sun Wheel, the emblem of the faith of the Nilfgaards, rose higher and higher, until a black and oppressive figure was revealed below.

Their armor reflects light in the near-setting sun.

It was the armor of the Nilfgaards.

Fear spreads, and the refugees suddenly remember how powerful an invincible enemy is in their own land.

"The Nelphgaard men in black are here!"

This is not unexpected.

This place is not far from the temporary military station converted from the manor, and the woods are completely within the radiation range of the military station.

The movement of their thousands of people is not small, and they are approached at this time, in fact, it is completely in strategic prediction.

But how do these refugees know this?

They were not involved in the discussions, nor did they know how the strategy would be implemented.

They were just a bunch of exhausted and frightened civilians, so for now, all that was left was instinctive panic.

The chainmail mercenaries around him beat and scolded, kicking down several people in a row, trying to stop the spread of panic, but with little success.

Until a loud shout that seemed to be amplified by magic: "Quiet! ”

The strengthened skeleton, heart, and muscles made Lan En's roar like a large-sized beast!

"Don't mess around! The enemy has reached the front, do you still want to retreat into the woods? ”

"How big is this forest? As long as the Nilfgaard people are blocked here, their number will continue to increase, more and more! ”

"Now! Now is the time when they are the least! There are only about 300 people! Break through their siege and we'll be able to leave Sintra! This is the last chance to remember what you have just been taught and find a way to use it well! ”

Lann's shouts weren't just loud.

He is well-reasoned and coherent, and uses the perception of the emperor's sons about the emotions of the crowd to clearly explain these logics to the confused brains of the refugees at the moment.

Every pause is designed, every tone is traceable, and these things combine to create an uplifting presentation technique.

With this skillful and justified cry, the refugees calmed down.

Emotions can be contagious, not just 'panic', but calmness.

At Lan's side, the two witchers and chainmail mercenaries looked at him as if they were ghosts.

Subsequently, the mercenary remained here as the commander of the squad.

And the three of Lan En are going to rush to the first echelon as the leading soldiers.

As they left, they could still hear the chainmail mercenary behind them.

"Hold your shield! Hold your shield! That's the second life! I know you're panicking and empty! It doesn't matter, all that's left is to follow orders! Pig brains! Now you're going to do one thing - listen to orders! ”

"Only those who listen to orders and hold the front will survive! If you run away, you will die, and if you rush over, you will die! Remember it all! ”

By the time they reached the first echelon, Stuart and all his men had been waiting there for a long time.

"It's an honor to fight alongside you, masters."

The young knight, heavily armed on his horse, pulled back his visor and bowed to the three witchers beside him.

He and his warriors were all exhausted, and the scouting work of the past few days had almost exhausted them.

Even now, Len could smell the blood on them in the cold air.

It was injured while going out to investigate, or simply the thighs and buttocks were worn out by the bumps on horseback.

But all of them, including Stewart, had calm expressions.

Were they really ordinary soldiers who had escaped by a knight?

Lan En wondered in his mind.

But it is also possible that after experiencing the war and suffering that they have seen with their own eyes, ordinary soldiers can also be sharpened into this picture.

They are the strikers of the entire refugee group, and they must try to penetrate the Nilfgaard on the opposite side as quickly as possible.

Break through the siege and take as many people out as possible.

Smoke was flying in the distance, and all the Nelfgaard people in the makeshift station were probably gathered here.

Their flags fluttered and their armor was shining.

On Lanne's side, they were just a group of refugees who were exhausted and had their armor broken.

This is Lan's 'stage', the place where he can exert his strength, a small phalanx of twenty people on each side.

He is not a wizard who can unleash thunder and lightning, fireballs, ice picks, and even a small area of celestial phenomena after sufficient preparation.

On the vast, unrestricted battlefield, the scope of his scope is so large.

Within this range, he believes that his strength is unmatched.

But outside of that.

Without waiting for Lan En to think anything more, the next moment, there was a sound of 'tenseness' in the distance.

Then the faintly audible whistling sound grew louder and sharper from far and near.

This sound immediately activated the experience that Lan En had gained in the [Memory Dive].

Subconsciously, he opened the golden [Kunn Law Seal] and shouted at the same time: "The rain of arrows is coming!" ”

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