Chapter 597: 599 No one can blame

Chapter 597: 599 No one can blame

Chapter 597 599. No one can blame

In the end, Geralt did not kill the strong man on horseback.

Of the two of them, Geralt was in a hurry to get away and find someone. And the strong man had no intention of fighting to the end. He seemed to just come to test the depth of a normal demon hunter.

After two more horseback raids, Geralt chopped the blade of the crescent ax into pieces, and then retreated without hesitation.

When Geralt cautiously watched the other party riding away, he quickly turned around and left, running to Dandelion's side.

At this moment, a large part of the refugees who were eager to survive had already fled far away.

So the risk of stampedes has been reduced.

In the chaos of large crowds, disasters always come and go quickly.

But in that short period of time when the flow of people was at its peak, Geralt estimated that at least nearly a hundred people had been trampled to death or maimed.

Are you okay? How about you, Ciri?

Geralt held his sword and asked anxiously to his friend and the son of destiny.

Dandelion pulled Ciri and leaned against a big tree, his face pale at this time.

It wasnt until a few seconds after Geralt finished asking the question that he seemed to come to life again and suddenly began to breathe heavily.

"Suck~ cough cough, for the sake of the plague! They almost squeezed me out just now!"

Krao said this, but Ciri, who was being dragged by Dandelion, was not seriously injured, but seemed a little flustered.

The poet tried his best to protect her.

Geralt knew, but their relationship had gone beyond the point of needing thanks. So he said nothing.

Lets leave quickly.

The white wolf protected the two incompetent people behind him while moving toward the crowd that was leaving.

You dont have to worry about being trampled to death now, but these remaining rebels are enough to kill both of you, so follow me closely.

Things are going smoothly.

Those Nilfgaardian soldiers who were left behind as the refugee flow moved away, they watched quietly as Geralt left while guarding the two people.

But the silence was chilling.

This is not the look that a troop that has been shattered and lost its organizational power should have.

Without you, we will never win this battle.

Hakthoe also came from the side.

He looked a little out of breath, thinking that he had also come here from the previous wave. But even so, he had just taken the time to put wax on his hair again to prevent it from being disheveled.

"You should not only thank us, but also those who have been lying in the place where we just passed. They were trained for a few hours and then forced to go on the field to face the battle-hardened Nilfgaardians, and for this It cost him his life.

Lan En said in a cold tone.

But now, no one seems to be mourning for them?

Stewart frowned slightly when he heard this, but the smile on Haxo's face seemed to never change.

He tilted the steel scepter in his hand and blocked it in front of his son.

But he took a step towards Lan En.

"You seem to be angry about this. I understand your feelings and admire your virtue. But this is war. If we have to debate, it is that we go to Ossenfurt University and find the most senior and authoritative Professor, there will be no result in debating until the day he dies."

Haktho said calmly.

"All the refugees here just think that they have been rescued and are not far away from a new life. Those who died have nothing to do with them. Those who really can't let go of those corpses are most likely already lying there with them just now. .

Thats the truth, and were not here to argue with you about it, but to say thank you. Goodbye.

This is indeed a fact, because in the stampede and the killings of Nilfgaardian soldiers, those who will still be dragged will not let go, and there is a high probability that they will lie together.

The corners of Gede's mouth twitched angrily, and he stepped forward to walk towards Haxo.

But Lan En held him back and shook his head.

It is true that he is angry now, but at the same time, this anger cannot be expressed to others.

The refugee group's number of thousand soldiers was reduced by nearly 200 after this battle. One-fifth loss.

But if you think about it, who can you blame?

Its your fault that those armed refugees are afraid of even Nilfgaards disorganized rebel army?

But they had only trained for a few hours. They had only held weapons for a few hours in their lives.

Is it your fault that Hacksall made everyone rush in at the end?

But the formation was already on the verge of collapse at that time, and they would disperse regardless of whether they shouted or not. He shouted, but at least the frightened refugees did not run back, but rushed over.

So in the end, there was really no one to blame for the corpses in the distance.