our family is gone

Chapter 149

They are people, not tools, and if they don't express it, it doesn't mean they won't be angry. They just keep all these in their hearts due to the pressure of the environment.

And once there is a chance to vent, it will explode.

Lance probably heard some of this person's experience in the conversations of those people just now. He lost everything and naturally had no fear.

So after hearing Lance's words, the anger that had been accumulated in his heart broke out for a long time, he gritted his teeth and raised his finger to one of the refugees.

"I will never forget that it was they who beat my son to death and took away my daughter-in-law, causing my grandson to starve to death before his full moon."

Lance's eyes locked on the flustered guy like a falcon, and he directly picked up the crossbow and fired it with one hand.

The arrow pierced the air and pierced into the man's eyes, killing him instantly without even giving him a chance to howl.

He is no longer the timid crossbowman he used to be. His control over his body allows him to easily shoot with high precision with one hand. If you want to shoot your left eye, you won't hit your right eye.

The killing without warning made these refugees stunned for a moment, but before they could react, Lance's voice resounded among them.

"Don't move at all!"

Everyone looked at Lance and found that he raised the air crossbow in his hand and pointed it down.

"I will only kill the culprit in this matter, and the rest of the people should not move indiscriminately, so as not to accidentally injure them."

But in fact, the moment Lance made his move, all the soldiers abandoned their spears, but shrank back, lying on the roof of the carriage to seize the commanding heights, and the ten crossbow bolts in their hands were the real reason why everyone dared not move.

It's funny to say that ten people can scare thousands of people from moving, but in fact, most people don't even have the strength to turn around after being hungry for so many days, let alone run away.

In addition, most of them are ordinary refugees, they are used to obedience, and they are controlled by him before the scene becomes chaotic.

But some of them didn't want to wait for death, so they moved immediately, but there were only ruthless arrows facing them.

Practice is the best teacher. The battles along the way made the soldiers grow up quickly, and those who dared to show up were all shot by random arrows.

These soldiers were not as accurate as Lance, so they all aimed at the body, which meant that those guys would not die for a while, and could only fall to the ground and howl.

"This is the end!"

Those refugees thought they were outlaw lunatics, but now they found out that the ruthless person was the other party, and now those people dared not move even more.

"Who else? Point it out." Lance asked while loading the crossbow in his hand. The way he pulled the string with one hand without tools showed his extraordinary strength.

The man's eyes patrolled the crowd, and no one dared to look at him wherever he passed, for fear of being affected.

"My lord, those who fell down are all, and he is the only one left."

The man raised his finger to point at a person, and he was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, crying: "No... none of my business, I was also forced..."

Looking at his reaction, Lance knew that he was also one of them. He raised his hand and shot over without any nonsense, leaving only a corpse.

But Lance was still not satisfied, he turned his head and shouted at those people in the camp.

"Whoever bullies you, point it out, you are my people today, and I will make decisions for you!"

As soon as the sound came out, it immediately caused a huge response.

This way, as a free citizen of the empire, the local lords don't care about them, the empire doesn't care about them, and everyone regards them as a burden.

It can be said that they have encountered too much injustice and oppression, but they have nowhere to vent, so they have to keep it in their hearts.

I thought it would end like this, but I never thought that this man would be willing to make decisions for them.

An unprecedented sense of identity filled their hearts, and for a moment those people ordered to kneel down and shouted in their mouths.

"Thank you sir~"

Lance felt a little helpless when he saw the situation that was about to get out of control.

He just wanted to find some reason to kill a group of refugees and get some experience points, but he didn't expect these people to react so strongly.

"Stand up! Don't kneel!"

Lance yelled, jumped out of the carriage, walked in front of a person and pulled him up, then pointed out, "Tell me who bullied you."

Some people reacted and poured out those negative emotions.

Lance picked up the dagger and led the victims to identify them one by one. Once the crime was confirmed, it would be a sword pass, and no one could escape his eyes.

As long as someone dares to run around, it doesn't matter if you have nothing to do, just kill them directly.

The trial was still going on, and even spread to the ordinary refugees, they cried and begged Lance to judge those wicked people who hurt and bullied them for them.

Lance originally wanted to gain experience, so of course he would not refuse this request. In just a moment, hundreds of corpses were left outside the camp.

These are villains lurking among the refugees. They dare not do anything to others, and instead bully those who are weaker than them.

There is no order in the refugee group, and the law of the jungle seems natural to them. I am afraid they will never understand that they will die because of this kind of thing.

Sure enough, the villain needs to be grinded by the villain~
Lance drew his sword and looked around.

After massacring hundreds of people, the dagger was cut off by him, no matter how careful he was, it would still inevitably be stained with blood.

But this not only did not scare those people, but all the refugees who fell towards him around him, especially those who were gathered by him, showed some kind of fanaticism.

They have been silent for too long, and no one is willing to listen to them. Today is to use Lance's hand to vent the resentment in their hearts.

Some refugees who didn't intend to join also stood up and wanted to join. Naturally, Lance would not refuse anyone, as long as he could pass his test, he could join.

The first five hundred, plus the last three hundred, these 800 people are already the result of his careful selection.

Women and children can still accept it, but he can't accept the old, weak, sick and disabled. After all, he is not a good person.

These people cannot create value, nor can they provide the future for the territory, so they are worthless to him.

But he is willing to give these people a little hope.

"A bowl of porridge for each person, you help me clean up these corpses."

Those people responded positively, and for this bowl of porridge, they worked together to pile the corpses on the cart.

Lance, on the other hand, drove into the wilderness with the corpses, and went back and forth several times before sacrificing all the corpses.

"Power is really intoxicating~" Lance clenched his fists, feeling the increased gifts in his body. In this world, only these can bring him a sense of security.

Camp management is very particular, and most people really don't have the ability to do it well, let alone such a large-scale camp, and Lance doesn't have it himself, so he asked Tiffany to ask some people to help him.

Merchant convoys often have to camp in the wild, so they are very clear about how to take care of the camp.

Similarly, Lance is also learning from them, because these relevant knowledge can be extended to the camp layout of the war. If he doesn't understand, it will be a joke at that time~
(End of this chapter)