Bear School Astartes-Chapter 595 - 598. Crowd

So, all the formations, instructions, and orders no longer mattered.

A vast crowd of refugees, like a tide, like a frightened school of sardines exploding, surged in the direction originally taken by the Niflgaard Army!

This was also what Geralt believed was the right choice.

The original purpose of this group of refugees was to quickly escape the land of Sintra, away from the ravages of war.

At this moment, they shouldn’t worry about the rampaging Niflgaard soldiers slaughtering and rampaging through the crowd.

As long as the refugees could swiftly pass through, these would be acceptable casualties.

After all, even if these Niflgaard soldiers were let loose to kill, they couldn’t actually kill many people, especially when all the refugees were surging in one direction.

In that direction, there was Lann, and even if the soldiers had the courage, they wouldn’t dare to approach.

In fact, in the surging tide of refugees, these armored Niflgaard people might just be trampled to death!

However, Geralt’s eyes turned tense and shocked as Hacksaw’s voice rang out.

They should have been urging the refugees to push through, but...

They shouldn’t be breaking formation to charge!

Over a thousand people, which in this world is almost the total population of some small cities.

And if these thousand people were under the threat to their lives and were just a day’s journey from escape... how frightening would their desperation and urgency to survive be?

In such a situation, maybe the Niflgaard soldiers weren’t the biggest threat anymore.

"Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Keep your formation!"

Geralt shouted in vain, and Ged, not far from him, had just executed a soldier, his face also changed drastically, joining him in shouting.

But it was useless; with the refugees’ survival instincts triggered, no one could stop them.

Like madmen, the armed refugees who had been trained for a few hours, women who hadn’t been given weapons, the elderly, and children clutched by their families...

Came rushing out of the woods like a tide!

They instinctively avoided the Niflgaard soldiers entangled in their path.

The soldiers had looked hopeless when they saw the swarm of people, but as the refugees avoided them, moving away.

The soldiers, as if realizing it just then, burst into mocking laughter and resumed swinging their longswords wildly at the escaping refugees.

Chaos inevitably broke out.

Followed by trampling, the wails and cries of humanity...

Lann watched coldly as it all unfolded, but he couldn’t stop it in time.

In the cold air, white steam rose from various parts of his body, ascending, then blown and stretched by the wind.

He had realized the predicament after the Niflgaard phalanx broke, but he couldn’t do anything.

He could only do his best to kill, his massive body blurring as he darted left and right, slaughtering every nearby Niflgaard person.

But even so, chasing and hunting down the routed soldiers made him run tirelessly for five kilometers, almost sprinting.

Now, though still powerful and steady, his breath had turned to panting, and his body heat was becoming dangerous.

Interstellar Warriors mainly use surgeries for combat enhancement, such as the [Bone Enhancement Organ] and [Muscle Enhancement Organ].

But many subsequent surgeries are to provide the robust body with enhanced metabolism and energy systems, to coordinate all systems within and enhance endurance and survival capability.

A mature Interstellar Warrior can fight tirelessly for days on end!

But for Lann, his other native organs were beginning to struggle to supply energy.

This was his greatest concern— 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

On an open battlefield, clearing scattered routed soldiers required an unknown amount of strength and stamina just for the pursuit!

When the mass of refugees engulfed him like a tide, Lann helplessly sheathed the Lady of the Lake’s Sword.

In his own ranks, due to his physique and strength, he couldn’t even casually push forward or sprint anymore.

Because any movement from him would be like being hit by a car for an ordinary person.

"Ged!"

Geralt managed to find his companion amid the surging crowd, shouting at him.

It was ironic; those Niflgaard soldiers chopping wildly were given space to swing their longswords because no one dared go near them.

While the Witchers, trusted by the masses, were crowded with people around them, their Valerian Steel Swords could only remain sheathed, not daring to be drawn.

The bearded Bear Demon Hunter looked back, and Geralt shouted quickly.

"It’s completely chaotic! We can’t control it; I’ve got to find someone!"

Ciri and Dandelion, neither had any combat ability.

If they encountered soldiers, or even just tripped and fell... Geralt couldn’t bear to think what might happen.

"Go, hurry!"

Ged gritted his teeth, forcefully squeezing through the crowd to the side of a soldier.

The man was laughing maniacally as he chopped down a woman, blood spraying from her neck all over his head and face like a demon.

As he turned, Ged’s large hand grabbed his helmet, and with a ’crack,’ the Witcher snapped his neck barehanded!

Meanwhile, Geralt had seen Dandelion stumbling, pulling a young girl.

His cherry red silk clothes were tattered from the lengthy refugee life, but even a few scraps remained bright enough.

But just as Geralt was about to rush over...

"Huff, ha!"

A burst of fierce hoofbeats came charging straight at him!

In their reckless path, two people were trampled to death, and the burly man on horseback swung his axe, hacking a refugee’s shoulder with a single stroke.

In a split second, Geralt sidestepped and raised his steel sword.

Under normal circumstances, a Witcher should’ve been able to cut through the foe’s wooden axe handle and open up his belly with this fine sword.

Few could match the reflexes of a Witcher.

But in that fleeting crossing moment, Geralt was astonished to find... the opponent showcased unexpectedly high skill!

The axe blade lifted delicately at just the right moment.

So the Wolf House Valerian Steel Sword, which should’ve severed the handle, clashed right onto the axe blade!

With a deafening clang, as the man slowed his horse, he circled Geralt with ill intent.

The burly man raised the axe blade to his eyes for a look.

The wide blade of the Crescent Axe had nearly been sliced halfway through by the Witcher’s sword in an instant!

"A fine sword, not a scratch on it. It’s made of Valerian steel, right?"

The refugees screamed as they circled around them, the burly man eyeing the steel sword in Geralt’s hand eagerly.

"But it’s alright, just as Darkley said. You Witchers aren’t all like that monster Lann from Sintra..."

"Formidable, but not unbeatable."

The burly man’s axe handle spun; this was a double-bladed axe, and he turned the undamaged side of the Crescent Axe to his palm.