Chapter 591: 593 black cloud

Chapter 591: 593 black cloud

Chapter 591 593. Black Cloud

Lan left the tent.

Haktho's current decision made him unable to tell whether the guy in front of him really wanted to rescue the refugees.

Still thinking of leading them into a breakout battle that would make him famous. The casualties that these two options may cause are completely different.

Lan felt that Huck Thor must have had a mental problem.

But he was right about one thing.

Lan is not a god.

Yes, he has already had the ability to kill hundreds of people in a complex building environment.

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

Can kill, this is a kind of power. However, this is not a panacea option.

If everything in this world can be solved by killing people, then the dynasty established by the tyrant should be the most enduring thing.

By the time Lan En came out of the tent, the entire refugee camp suddenly seemed to be alive, unlike when they were on their way a few days ago.

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

People began to distribute crude weapons and armor, which were saved on the road.

Those who were distributing weapons were putting weapons into the hands of the confused refugees while shouting at them loudly.

Rush to the manor in front, there is only one day left! , Were going to Brugg soon!

Such words will cause a burst of cheers from people every time they are shouted.

The opportunity to escape from their suffering was right in front of them, and all the refugees who had been tortured for a long time suddenly forgot everything.

They picked up weapons they had never even touched before, weeping with joy and hugging each other.

Lan En walked past these people calmly.

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

Lan thought to himself.

They were just temporarily carried away by joy.

When they calm down and feel the feeling of the weapon in their hands touching their flesh with their fingers, their dizzy minds will clear up.

Then, comes fear.

What the **** is going on?

In fact, from the moment the weapons were distributed, the uncontrollable noise was a reminder.

Thousands of people, even if each of them whispers a word, the collective voice is very loud.

In order to boost morale, when distributing weapons, it is necessary to arouse the emotions of the refugees and make them forget their fear and take up arms.

When he decided to rush towards the temporary military station, the countdown had already started.

After abandoning the burden and making a desperate decision, people simply had a big meal. There was a rude yelling outside.

These are the more senior sergeants in the refugee regiment who provide some temporary training to the refugees.

At this point, all hidden matters have been abandoned.

The person in charge of training the refugees next to the witcher's tent was a mercenary wearing chainmail, who seemed to have served in the northern regular army.

Your job, you stinky bitches, is to follow orders! Stay in line!

We will break out in the afternoon near dusk. Why did we choose this time? Because we want to keep a few of you losers alive!

"If we can rush over, it will be dark by then. If we work hard and rush all night, we will be just one step away from the border! As for why not just sneak over at night?"

The chain-mail mercenary tilted his head and spat.

"Which country do you think you are the elite? Dare to fight at night? Dare to operate secretly at night? By then, four out of five people will be lost and separated! As for what will happen to the refugees who are separated in this land? , you dont need me to say it, right?

"Also, night battles are about fighting who is worse. Do you think the Nilfgaardians are worse than you? You might just get lucky and kill a Nilfgaardian during the day, but at night. Ha ha!"

He smiled ferociously.

While punching and kicking the refugees, he imparted some basic knowledge on the battlefield with fragrant words.

For example, A shield is more important than a sword, Never break the queue.

Amid his threatening shouts, the recent excitement of the refugees began to fade.

While I was just one step away from being saved, I also began to feel uneasy and panicked.

At this time, they suddenly woke up from the noisy state and felt that they should be quieter.

But then it was discovered that the entire camp was in chaos.

It's too late to be quiet.

The battle is coming.

This thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

Subsequently, this thought was like a dark cloud, weighing on everyone's heart.

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