Chapter 608: 610 Massacre


    Chapter 608 610. Massacre


    There is actually nothing much to say about the battle process.


    In other words, this is not a battle at all.


    Even the refugees who broke out of the defense line briefly disrupted the formation of Nilfgaard''s approaching infantry, but this was actually of no use.


    To civilians, the army in the feudal era was no better than the bandits who killed people and stole goods at their doorsteps.


    Dont kill me, dont kill us, us.


    Pfft!


    The Nilfgaardians hacked to death every refugee who ran towards them in a panic.


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


    The people under the ck armor dered when they entered Cintra: Nilfgaard will save Cintra and bring civilization to thisnd.


    But now, the de cuts into the throat and the tip pierces the ribs. The Nilfgaardian emperor is killing with a smile!


    The role of soldiers in this era is very simplekilling machines.


    The Empire is also trained in this way. So for these Nilfgaardians, they just feel that their ''work object'' is really easy and weak.


    Enable yourself to finish your work happily.


    As for the wails and heart-wrenching pleas for mercy, these are things that I have long been tired of hearing.


    Besides, are northerners considered human beings? Who would waste their sympathy on a group of uncivilized barbarians?


    Just like no one sympathizes with the roast chicken on the table.


    Dakley believed that suppressing the fire was more important than this group of refugees, so he went to takemand.


    The infantry regiment that was ordered to massacre wasmanded by the Duke of Adal himself, who felt he had been humiliated.


    Although this Duke is narrow-minded and arrogant, he is a ruthless man whoes from a great noble family in Nilfgaard and finally seeded in inheriting the hereditary title.


    Commanding an overwhelmingly powerful force to crush a group of refugees was no surprise at all.


    Fight! Fight!


    Excited war cries and shouts kept bursting out from Stewart''s mouth.


    For Cintra! For Cnthe!


    The remaining dozens of injured soldiers, led by Stewart and Haxor, stood in front of the Nilfgaardian infantry.


    They waved their weapons vigorously, hitting the ck zed armor, making a "dinging, banging, banging" sound.


    But their injuries hindered their physical fitness, and the long run left them with insufficient physical strength. Now, the enemy hasprehensive advantages in numbers and quality.


    So Stewart and Hacksall could only watch.


    Watching the warriors around them being scattered and separated by the strong and well-nourished Nilfgaardians.


    Then several Nilfgaardians pinned the warriors to the ground.


    Theyughed as they watched the warriors of Cintra struggling on the ground, their hands and feet trying desperately to pull away the earth and rocks, but to no avail.


    Then a Nilfgaardian soldier used his long sword to mark the gap in the armor in a leisurely manner, and then lowered the bucket.


    The sound of the de entering flesh was "puff", and there was also the sound of blood sttering out.


    The soldier''s arms and legs suddenly stiffened, struggled, and twitched, and finally became irreversibly weak and limp.


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


    It is not intense or dignified.


    Behind the soldiers led by Haxo, the refugees huddled together like quails. They cried and pushed, but just watched. Dozens of Sintra soldiers were pinned to the ground and ughtered like livestock. The process was quick.


    ording to the Duke''s instructions, no one has done this to Stewart and Hacksaw yet.


    Yes, Haxo is also fighting. Even though he has never even fought in the first half of his life, he is still waving the steel scepter and fighting!


    The Nilfgaardian soldier fighting him didn''t even draw his sword, he used a stance simr to boxing.


    Grabbing the slow and obvious scepter, he tried to **** it away, but when he jerked his hand, he found that he couldn''t pull it.


    Then he reacted and punched the side of Haxo''s helmet.


    There was a "bang", and Haxor''s eyes in the helmet went straight.


    But even so, he still kept talking about something.


    Merciful Melitelli, forgive them. Warm their souls.


    After being punched on the head, Haxo finally let go of his hand.


    Then the Nilfgaardian infantryman was able to **** the scepter from his hand and turned around and handed it to Duke Adar.


    "I will show you what happens when you insult a noble man."


    Duke Adal used his toes to lift up Haxo''s helmet and visor, looked directly into his eyes and said.


    Haxo, who finally recovered from his dizziness, smiled. Different from the smiling expression before, he was very happy now.


    Oh, please let me know, haha!


    Haksosughter made Adals eyes twitch, Break his legs!


    The order was given, and the soldiers around him immediately followed it. A w hammer was taken off the soldier''s waist and hit Haxo''s greaves with a bang. His legs and greaves were suddenly smashed into a valgus shape.


    Blood gushes out from the gaps in the armor.


    Haxor began to scream, but as he screamed and screamed in pain, he was alsoughing.


    Thisughter made Adal even more furious!


    For this reason, he even forgot his most important goal and his noble demeanor.


    He squatted down and grabbed the corners of Haxor''s helmet, pulling his head off the ground.


    "You can stillugh, right? Let me guess, you look like a noble. Is your family dead? Or was it sent to a safe ce by you? Redania? Temeria? So you can feel at ease. Take these maggots to death!


    Did you hear the screams? Did you hear the cries? Its all your fault! Its your responsibility!


    Hacksawughed with his bleeding mouth: "Of course, of course, this is my responsibility. So, my family is not dead or running away, he is here! Always here! Come with me!"


    Oh? Thats great. Duke Adal said in a low and sinister voice. "You hid him among the refugees, hoping that you could give your poor family a happy death?"


    Im not hiding, Im right here!


    On the other side, Stewart, who was lying on the ground with his head held down by Nilfgaardian soldiers, shouted.


    His helmet had been removed long ago, and now the enemy''s hands were firmly pressing on the side of his face, preventing him from moving in the dirt.


    But even so, he still shouted his identity loudly.


    "I am Stuart Lynn! A knight personally named by Queen Cnthe! The son of Haxor Lynn!"


    "Okay! Hero!" Adal shouted angrily. He regarded the enemy''s fearlessness in front of him as contempt and shame. "A family hero!"