"Whew~"

Lan En let out a sigh of relief, his physical strength gradually rising, and even his body temperature returned to the normal range.

The difficulty of saving a person is not the same as killing someone.

Once again, Lane confirmed this.

The operation to break through the blockade was actually a success, after all, more than 800 people survived.

It's definitely going to die, it's just a matter of more and less.

So many people take this as a way to comfort themselves, there will always be death, but I am not dead. It's lucky.

So you can happily run to a new life.

But there was also a large group of armed refugees who had been formed into the front phalanx, and who were really face-to-face with the Nilfgaards.

For the first time in their lives, they stepped onto the battlefield and faced the sword and blood of their enemies.

Although he survived, most of them were dull and stiff, unable to speak.

The few who didn't seem to have collapsed were crying. Crying for their own survival, crying for their own injuries, and others are swearing with resentment while crying.

Gede couldn't lift his head down, and his majestic body occasionally trembled.

Because some people are scolding him, scolding him for not protecting everyone as before, and why he is taking these people who should be protected to the battlefield with him.

Lan En was already holding back his fire, and when he heard this kind of bastard words, he immediately wanted to teach this person a lesson.

But when he saw that the man was exhausted and almost collapsed, and he still had a crossbow bolt stuck in his shoulder, he could not fight anything.

He may have been just a farmer and fisherman living in the countryside of Sintra, and the most lethal things he had dealt with in his life were pitchforks, sickles, and fishing hooks.

And what about the enemy he just faced?

It was the Nilfgaard who swept away all the regular forces of Sintra.

The hundreds of people who came out of the temporary military station can even shoot a rain of arrows with all kinds of bows and crossbows! There are also alchemy arrows such as explosive arrows, split arrows, and flame arrows.

A person like him can still speak after facing these scenes, and without aphasia, he can already be regarded as having a strong psychological endurance.

This time it was Gedra who grabbed Ranne's arm, shook his head silently at him, and walked away.

"Thank you, if you hit just now, I know I can't stop you."

Gerd had also seen with his own eyes how Len was fiddling with the Nilfgaards, and he still had some self-knowledge of that.

And Lan En also waved his hand: "I couldn't have beaten it anymore. You see that man's appearance in your eyes, don't you? ”

After saying that, Lan En was silent for a moment, and then turned his face sideways and spat on the ground.

"Cut. Although I have known for a long time that to be a good person is to let people hold a knife against it. I thought at the time, if I did something good, who would dare to do this to me, I would definitely not be polite. But I didn't expect to meet this day."

"I don't know if I'm angry or pitiful."

Gerd shook his head.

He stayed longer in the group and helped more refugees, and was grateful to many of them before.

But it is precisely because of this that the refugees are more dependent on him and have more expectations. He also cared more about these poor people, and was hurt more deeply.

And he had more experience than Ran, and now he was comforting the young witcher.

"Let's put it down, there's only one day left. After a day, we will be able to get out of Sintra, and we can be considered worthy of ourselves. ”

On the other side, Haxel is also giving an inspiring speech to the refugees who have survived the disaster.

In addition to having only one day left to walk across the border, he also revealed good news.

"Soden!"

The former head of the royal family used his rich and well-trained voice to announce the place loudly.

The solemn tone was like a roll call to the princes and nobles who entered the court.

"It's in Soden! Everybody! ”

"Noble lords of the northern kingdoms! They had seen the threat of the Nilfgaard Blackskins, and had deployed their forces to Soden! ”

"There, good and evil! The Northerners and the Nelfgaard will be at war! ”

Haxel wielded the heavy steel scepter in his hand with passion, as if there was a Nilfgaard standing in front of him, and he was about to smash the man's head.

Haxel stood on a small stone platform, with Stuart below him.

The eighteen-year-old knight did not follow his father's mood, but only lowered his head and rubbed the weight ball on the hilt of his sword with his palm.

"Look, guys! When you cross the border, you will get more than just security and freedom! You will also see with your own eyes the defeat of the Nephgaards! ”

The refugees who passed by the audience cheered.

It is also unclear whether it was because of the excitement of hearing the news that it was very close to the border, or because of the news of the battle of Soden.

The refugees walked away in waves, and Haxel on the stone platform said it over and over again.

It was as if I wanted to tell the news to every refugee.

When the sun began to fall into darkness, the refugees stopped and prepared to set up camp and rest.

Although it is only a day's journey, walking at night is also a life-threatening affair in the end.

It's just that this night, no one in the camp has come to the witcher's tent anymore.

They whispered like mosquitoes buzzing in the distance, imagining life after safety.

——

And in the makeshift station of Nilfgaard, which failed to intercept, the atmosphere did not look like a failure.

Because outside the makeshift station, which should have been sparsely populated due to heavy casualties, the sound of restless horses' hooves was now densely filled.

The hoofs of a horse pacing the land are not too loud.

But if the number of horses is. What about a thousand?!

In the darkness of the day, the temporary military station was kept brightly lit at a great expense.

Outside the station, a large number of knights with one man and two horses were gathered, and the armor on their bodies and the armor on their horses were all shining with glazed light in the firelight.

Silent, depressing, and murderous.

The cavalry was followed by infantry and archers totalling 2,500 men.

That cavalry unit alone was already equivalent to the total strength of many small countries in the north.

And now, such a fierce force, even enough to play a decisive role in a large-scale battle, is all gathered outside this small temporary military station.

"These soldiers can only stay here for a maximum of two days, and they have other orders. And you've just used up a precious magic communication amulet. ”

In the makeshift station, Duke Adar Epp Darcy was dressed in military uniform, playing with a dagger on his fingertips, and his gloomy gaze was fixed on Duckley's body.

"So, the news you gave me should be worthy of this row."

Duckley, on the other hand, had a confident smile on his face.

(End of chapter)