[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-622":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bear School Astartes",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1620402,2087,"Chapter 622 - 625. Something big happened","bear-school-astartes-chapter-622",622,"\u003Cp>\"What is... that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of cavalry, usually high and mighty, was left dumbfounded as they approached the entrance to Ring Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry squad leader tugged at the saddle of the scribe behind him and asked in a wooden tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carriage wreckage, he had seen plenty. He had seen many burned wrecks, had even burned many himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the crux of the issue wasn’t just the wreckage of those carriages!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was about how the wreckage was piled, and... the cloth strips blown onto the wreckage by the hot wind, left unburned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were very simple black cloth strips, seemingly blown apart after being scorched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On those black strips, there was a faint pattern of several pale human skulls, neatly arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nausicca Cavalry Squad’s... battle flag?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scribe nearly squeezed these words out painfully from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their first reaction—something terrible has happened!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nausicca Cavalry Squad, even among the various Niflgaard Legions, renowned for their long histories and honored traditions, were quite famous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now... the situation...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it!\" The cavalry leader blurted out uncontrollably, immediately urging his horse forward rapidly towards the exit of Ring Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have those Nausicca Cavalry Squad members gone mad? How dare they venture into terrain like this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader’s face was frantic with urgency, as if his mother were trapped in a sea of flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scribe! Where is the scribe?! Get over here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here, sir! I’m here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scribe’s helmet, loosened by his relaxed mood earlier, almost slipped off during the sudden acceleration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was pale-faced, adjusting his helmet while rushing over on horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Check the duty roster for me! See which Nausicca Cavalry Squads nearby are on duty, and find out how many are trapped!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon receiving the order, the scribe didn’t bother wiping the cold sweat that broke out under his helmet and immediately fished out a duty roster from the saddlebag to check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he flipped through the pages, the three ten-man cavalry teams dared not breathe. The squad leader anxiously watched page after page being turned, murmuring constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At most, only fifty men? These elite cavalry, aside from large battles or serving great nobles, who would spare them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the scribe finished flipping through the roster, blinking repeatedly as he faced his superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I found it, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having seen something, the scribe’s speech stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader, however, failed to notice, as humans subconsciously avoid unfavorable answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s on duty? Thirty? Or fifty men?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scribe’s response was still stammering: \"There’s a five hundred-man Nausicca Cavalry Squad deployment...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t tell me these things that are obviously useless.\" The cavalry leader impatiently waved, as did the surrounding cavalry waiting eagerly for news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five hundred men? Five hundred can crush a thousand Northern People’s cavalry in a charge! Such a Nausicca Cavalry Squad’s scale can’t...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But, they’re gone, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere suddenly turned deathly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean by... gone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scribe was nearly in tears under his helmet: \"Only this cavalry squad was deployed nearby! No others!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one who dispatched them was Duke Adal Epp Dasrcy, accompanied by a thousand Black Infantry Archers and two thousand regular infantry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry leader stared blankly at the giant black smoke column ahead, struggling to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s equivalent to a mixed division...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames in the mountain hollow were still scorching, with heat radiating outwards, causing a large circle of the terrain surrounding Ring Mountain to prematurely soften from the winter hardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, there was no further dialogue from the squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad immediately returned to camp, wanting to report their findings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon returning, they discovered the camp had transformed from its orderly chaos into real pandemonium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Assemble! Emergency assembly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noncommissioned officers barked like shepherd dogs, barking commands and cracking whips to herd their soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Employees, clutching baskets of documents and orders, rushed from tent to tent, without daring to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The livestock vehicles responsible for transporting supplies and equipment further crowded the previously empty camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers hastily trying to assemble struggled past people and vehicles, as even the smell of dung seemed drenched in anxiety and chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The din of armor and weaponry clashing, scraping, and jostling was maddeningly loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation didn’t resemble that of a victorious post-battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded the cavalry squad leader of the suffocating, tense preparations before a major battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scribe’s records and all paper documents were commandeered as soon as they entered the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the cavalry squad wasn’t directly aware of the ripple effect their report might have caused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply followed orders, returned to their tent for some rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But amidst the chaotic camp, news spread uncontrollably; even with no intention to hear, one could still find news piercing their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know the temporary station we set up near the Sintra Border, don’t you?\" Officers in groups walked past outside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted while walking, occasionally sniffling, complaining about the damned Northern weather and savage lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In one night, five hundred warhorses appeared there. As for whose reserve horses they are... Hmph, I don’t get it, can this even be kept secret?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry sitting inside the tent, preparing to remove their armor, dared not breathe, even stalling their movements as if an invisible pause button was pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not until the officers’ shadows vanished from the tent canvas did they collectively exhale, slumping onto their bunks, exchanging silent glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were cavalry themselves, well aware that in this region and at this time, only one unit could regard true warhorses as reserves, employing double horse configurations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just one horse for battle, another as a packhorse, only one unit operates that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the numbers match up, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scribe suddenly murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the leader shot him a dagger-like glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t hear anything, I don’t understand anything! Rest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most experienced leader turned away, lying down, yet seemed to provide these young men with an opportunity to whisper their curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, they whispered excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who could pull off something like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s a mixed division’s strength! An entire one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our sentries received no word, none whatsoever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ghosts? Demon Spirits? Those Northern People often talk about these, don’t they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s superstition! Only the Great Sun reigns!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But who knows, if those things could truly contend with a great army...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, the leader, previously seeming indifferent with his back facing them, shuddered involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>",1059,"2026-06-06T10:40:25.444Z",1,"novelbin.me","5b6e3c00a7abba40830c16d5792c6219a5636a081357a791c5994a2f41e8d5a0","bear-school-astartes-chapter-623","bear-school-astartes-chapter-621",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]