There is really nothing to say about the course of the battle.

Or rather, it's not a battle at all.

Even the refugees who broke out of the line briefly disrupted the formation of the approaching infantry of Nilfgaard, but it was of little use.

The army of the feudal era was no better than the bandits who killed people and sold goods at the door of the house.

"Don't kill me, don't kill us, us."

"Poof!"

The Nilfgaard hacked to death every refugee who rushed to them in a panic.

Even if they are unarmed, they still have wives and children with them.

The men under the black armor, when they entered Sintra, declared that Nilfgaard would save Sintra and bring civilization to this land.

But now, the blade cuts into the throat and the tip of the knife stabs into the ribs. The Nilfgaard Emperor is smiling and killing!

The role of the military in this era is very simple - killing machines.

The empire was trained in the same way. So for these Nilfgaards, they just feel that their 'work object' is really easy and weak.

I can do my job happily.

As for wailing and heart-rending begging for mercy, these are just things that I have been tired of hearing for a long time.

Besides. Are northerners also human? Who would waste sympathy on a bunch of uncivilized brutes?

It's like no one is going to sympathize with the roast chicken on the table.

Duckley decided that it was more important to suppress the fire than the refugees, so he took command.

And this infantry regiment, which was ordered to slaughter, was commanded by Duke Adar, who felt humiliated.

Although the duke was narrow-minded and arrogant, he was a ruthless man who was born into a noble family in Nilfgaard and eventually succeeded in inheriting the hereditary title.

It is no surprise to command an overwhelming force to crush a group of refugees.

"Fight! Fight! ”

Fierce cries and shouts burst out of Stewart's mouth.

"For Sintra! For Caranthor! ”

The few dozen wounded soldiers remained, led by Stewart and Haxel, in front of the Nilfgaard infantry.

They swung their weapons vigorously and slammed them against the black, glazed armor with a 'clang' sound.

However, the injuries hindered their physical fitness, and the long run left them with insufficient physical strength. Now the enemy has an all-round superiority in numbers and quality.

So Stuart and Haxel could only watch.

Watch as the warriors around them are scattered and separated by the strong, well-nourished Nilfgaards.

Then several Nilfgaard men pressed the warriors to the ground.

They laughed and watched as the Sintra warriors struggled on the ground, their hands and feet desperately pulling at the earth and rocks to no avail.

Then a Nilfgaard soldier took the time to make a good gesture with his sword over the gap in the armor, and then went down the bucket.

The sound of the blade slamming into the flesh, and the sound of blood spurting out.

The warrior's hands and feet stiffened, struggled, and twitched, and finally they were unchangeably weak and paralyzed.

It's like slaughtering a herd of pigs, cattle and sheep that are about to be served.

It's not intense, it's not dignified.

And behind these soldiers led by Haxor, the refugees huddled together like quails, crying and pushing. But just watching.

Dozens of Sintra soldiers were pressed to the ground and slaughtered like livestock, and the process was swift.

And according to the Duke's instructions, no one has done this to Stewart and Haxel yet.

Yes, Haxel is also fighting, even if he didn't even fight in the first half of his life, he is still brandishing that steel scepter, fighting!

The Nilfgaard soldier who fought him didn't even draw his sword, he used a boxing-like stance.

He grabbed the slow, intentional scepter and tried to grab it, but he jerked his hand and found that he couldn't pull it.

Then he reacted and slammed a punch into the side of Haxel's helmet.

With a "bang", Haxel's eyes in the helmet straightened.

But even so, he kept muttering about something.

"O merriteli the merciful. Forgive them. Warm their souls."

After receiving a punch in the head, Haxel's hand finally let go.

The Nilfgaard infantryman was able to snatch the scepter from his hand and turn around and hand it to the Duke of Adar.

"I'll let you know what happens when you insult a noble person."

Duke Adar lifted Haxel's helmet and visor on tiptoe and looked him straight into the eyes.

Haxel, who had finally recovered from his vertigo, smiled, and unlike the smile he had before, he was now very happy.

"Oh, then please let me know, haha!"

Haxor's laughter made the corners of Adar's eyes twitch, "Smash his leg!" ”

The order was given, and the soldiers around him immediately complied. A claw hammer was removed from the waist by the soldier, and with a bang it slammed into Haxop's shins, and his legs and shin armor were smashed outward.

Blood poured out of the cracks in the armor.

Haxel started yelling, but he was laughing as he screamed in pain.

This laughter made Adar even more angry!

For this reason, he even forgot the goal he cared about the most, and his noble demeanor.

He crouched down and grabbed the corner of Haxel's helmet, dragging his head off the ground.

"You can still laugh, can you? Let me guess, you look like a nobleman, and your family is dead? Or were you sent to a safe place? Redania? Temeria? That's why you can take these maggots to death with peace of mind! ”

"Do you hear the screams? Do you hear the cry? It's all your fault! It's your responsibility! ”

Haxel's bloody mouth laughed: "Of course, of course, this is my responsibility. So, my family didn't die or run, he's right here! Always here! Come with me! ”

"Oh? That's fantastic. Duke Adal said in a low and grim voice. You hid him in a refugee pile, pointing to a happy death for your poor family? ”

"I'm not hiding, I'm here!"

On the other side, Stewart, who was lying on the ground with his head pressed by the Nilfgaard soldiers, shouted.

His helmet had long since been removed, and now the hands of the enemy pressed against the side of his face, unable to move in the dirt.

But even so, he shouted out his identity loudly.

"I'm Stuart Lynn! A knight who was knighted by Queen Caranthor herself! Son of Haxel Lynn! ”

"Good! Hero! Adar shouted angrily, seeing the enemy's fearlessness before him as contempt and disgrace. A family hero! ”

(End of chapter)