Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1153 1135. Toll station on the bridge

"I, I really won't be infected by germs?" The fur trader followed Lan En shivering and asked, "Even, can I even save my hand?"

He lost a lot of strength due to fear and the previous struggle against the water ghost, and was dug out of the wet soil by Lan En. His teeth were chattering as he spoke.

"I told you, as long as you have a place to rest, your injuries won't be too much trouble to deal with. Can you be more energetic? You're still far from death."

Lan En, who was leading the way, silently looked back at the fur trader.

This movement made his body tremble, because this was the first time he caught a glimpse of Lan En's eyes that glowed slightly in the dim environment.

When rescuing him before, Lan En deliberately lowered his eyes in order not to stimulate his already weak nerves.

"Are you a witcher?"

The fur trader said cautiously, with surprise in his tone.

Previously, in the woods, he could only see darkness from his perspective, and even Lan En's figure could not be seen clearly.

"Yes, sir. But you should be more concerned about yourself right now."

"Huh~ You're right." The fur trader tried to take a deep breath, "You're right."

"I know there is a toll station on the bridge nearby. It can provide a place for people to take a rest when passing by. We can go there and it only takes half an hour to walk."

At this time, the sound of huge raindrops hitting the leaves gradually sounded and became louder and louder.

The thick cumulonimbus clouds in the sky finally reached their limit and began to condense into water.

The deadly dull air became fresher and more comfortable with the falling rain.

Unfortunately, this is not good news for fur traders.

The rain was taking away the vitality that was not strong in his body.

Fortunately, the water ghost's lair is not far from the river.

Walking out of the already extremely wet woods, even a weak fur trader could see the figure of Qilin on the other side of the river at a glance.

A huge, elegant and noble horse.

Amidst the bursts of muffled thunder in the sky, he didn't look frightened at all, but was content with himself.

The fur merchant was visibly stunned at first, but he managed to gather his energy from his distracted eyes that were originally lacking in energy due to the injury.

His eyes swayed on Lan En's back as he walked out of the dark environment of the woods, and on the horse on the other side of the river.

"You, are you Lan En from Cintra?"

The fur trader, who was supported by the demon hunter, said in an unbelievable tone.

After walking out of the dark woods, Lan En's figure was completely exposed in front of him. After all, the witcher didn't even wear the hood and cloak at this time.

So the differences from ordinary people are obvious.

But it was just a moment of surprise, and then the fur trader regained his composure.

His body feels very bad now. Even if the characters in the legendary songs are standing in front of him to help him escape from the water ghost, he really has no energy to think about anything else.

So all he had left was to sigh.

"Am I really lucky today? It's such an honor."

"It's no honor, wait until I take care of your hand, man."

Lan En supported the fur trader and waved to the Qilin on the other side of the river bank. After a vigorous jump, the Qilin came to their side carrying the flannel ball.

Under the guidance of the fur traders, they rushed towards the toll station on the bridge despite the increasingly heavy rain visible to the naked eye.

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"Hey, Sir." A sergeant at the toll booth shouted from a distance, "You guys came at the wrong time. To be honest, the timing couldn't be worse."

The sergeant was right, Lan En could not refute it.

There is a toll station on a bridge. Although soldiers are usually stationed at this kind of facility, they basically just stand guard in shifts. Sometimes even weapons are placed against the wall.

But now, the toll booths on the entire bridge are on alert.

It was raining heavily, but the soldiers on guard still asked Lan En to stop when he led the fur traders from a distance, and they could only shout to communicate.

Showed a high level of vigilance.

And Lan En could see that this was necessary.

It was difficult for ordinary people's eyesight to penetrate the rain curtain, but he had already heard the general situation inside the toll booth.

This kind of toll station usually has three soldiers, a groom, and a toll collector who also serve as clerks. At most, a few passing merchants would be added. But now, the place is overcrowded.

There were at least thirty Temerian light infantry and more than fifty sword and shield soldiers camped around the low fence.

The rain was a disaster for the soldiers wearing cotton armor. They were crowded under the extremely limited eaves like a group of nestlings huddled together for warmth.

The remaining ones who couldn't squeeze in somehow pulled out a few large tarpaulins from somewhere, and at least built a few rainproof shelters.

The open gate was crowded with people, and it turned out that there were still many people inside the toll station.

At the top of the slightly crooked observation point, two soldiers holding crossbows were always alert to the surroundings.

There were several farmers' oxcarts parked on the old bridge, as well as two merchants' carriages.

In the yard, an unloaded cow was soaked in the rain. It lowered its head sadly and looked at the mud and feces on the ground. "There are only two of us, and one of them is a wounded man, private."

Lan En smoothed back his wet hair and responded loudly.

"If it continues to rain, this person won't be able to hold on."

On the other side of the rain curtain, the sergeant who called out discussed it with a few people around him, and finally relaxed.

"It is an unspoken moral code to help people who are in trouble on the road. Please come in. But please also be careful about your words and actions. Everyone is nervous right now."

The fur trader's already pale face suddenly relaxed a lot.

Lan En helped him onto the bridge, and the hooves of the unicorn behind him made a dull 'tap-tat' sound on the wooden bridge.

At first, the two crossbowmen at the observation point were still staring at Lan En and the others who were approaching, as was the sergeant responsible for shouting.

But as the witcher and his horse gradually approached, the cover of the rain curtain gradually disappeared due to the distance.

"What the **** am I doing!"

The crossbowman at the observation point was the first to speak in shock.

First, as Lan En and Qilin approached, these people gradually realized that this body shape was unusual.

Just now, through the rain, they thought the wounded man standing next to Lan En was a child!

but now

"This man." The sergeant who was standing upstairs and shouting shook for a moment, subconsciously holding down the helmet on his head, but his eyes were fixed on the figure below that was getting closer and closer.

And those eyes are getting wider and wider as the figure gets closer!

"Who's coming?"

The sergeant leaned forward, not caring about being exposed to the rain, and stretched his head and asked.

"Lane." The approaching witcher looked up calmly and said, "Lane of Cintra."

The sergeant who finally saw his appearance clearly at close range was stunned for a moment, and then ran down the wooden stairs with a bang.

"Shit, get out of my way! Get out of my way!"

After a burst of noise, the panting sergeant pushed aside a group of people blocking the way and ran to Lan En.

He was panting, not sure whether it was because of nervousness and excitement, or the insignificant amount of exercise just now.

The sergeant opened and closed his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say.

"I finally have the pleasure of seeing you again, Sir."

Finally, he stuttered and said this sentence.

"Excuse me, soldier." Lan En raised an eyebrow at this, "Have we met before? I don't really remember."

"Ah, of course! Of course!" The sergeant first held up his helmet, then held his hands together and rubbed them nervously. Even the smile on his face seemed at a loss.

"It was at the Battle of Sodon Mountain. I was in the 7th Temerian Infantry Regiment. You and your attendants roared past our lines with flag guns. It was a glorious and great battle! Many of us Unforgettable until death."

On the battlefield at that time, for the first time in history, Lan En fully activated his legion command ability, combat ability, and group emotion perception.

Different from fighting alone, under his adjustment and control at that time, the entire Northern Alliance Army only had contact and cooperation with the Ash Knights led by him.

Then it was impossible not to be influenced by him at that time.

Incomparable glory, the will to forge ahead, and the feeling of invincibility are the emotions that inspire every warrior.

On the battlefield, who can refuse these?

And these emotions were created after Lan En led his troops and penetrated one line of defense after another!

For the soldiers on the battlefield, the shock and prestige that Lan En brought to them at that time was even greater than that of their king.

"But why are you here?"

The sergeant said doubtfully, and at the same time, as if he had just come to his senses, he swatted away the officers and soldiers gathered around him like flies.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let the Duke of Sintra get soaked in the rain outside? Are you all dizzy!"

After finally making way for a passage, the sergeant said apologetically.

"Sorry, Jazz. I really didn't see you clearly before."

"It's not your fault, soldier." Lan En shook his head indifferently. "I'm just looking for a place to take shelter from the rain. You have your work, so just relax. I'm not your superior."

Lan En smiled politely at the soldiers gathered around to watch the excitement, then took the wounded man and walked in followed by Qilin.

That smile instantly silenced the buzzing chatter and whispers all around.

"The wounded should go here." The sergeant led the way. "We were attacked just last night. Military doctors are now taking care of the wounded inside."

"If we hadn't come in time to provide support, this toll station would have been burned to the ground."

Lan En led the fur trader into a simple wooden house according to the sergeant's guidance.

This room is already considered a good one among the toll booths, but the toll booth is not big to begin with.

Before Lan En and the others could enter, a body covered with white cloth was carried out.

While the military doctor was carrying the body, he saw the sergeant coming and reported to him.

"This is the one with the arrow stuck in his stomach. He couldn't make it through."