our family is gone

Chapter 210 Difficult Victory

Barton was also a little powerless after seeing this scene.

In fact, these explosive bombs were not used with smoothbore guns, but were thrown out by stubby mortars to cause explosions.

It's just that the three cannons are all smoothbore cannons now, and that's why Barton can't directly shoot the explosive projectiles out, so he can only watch Disma rush up.

When he came back to his senses, he only saw the general laying down his life and the soldiers forgetting to die, and he couldn't help feeling hot in his heart, so he could only go crazy with him.

"Hey! Pull up my sixteen-pounder!"

Amid Barton's shouts, the exaggeratedly shaped cannon appeared. This is a product that is usually not even used in training.

Barton put his hand on it, and he knew all the data in his chest, so he didn't know if he was unfamiliar with it after not using it for so long...

Focusing on the raging monster in the distance, he roared when he saw Disma approaching.

"Ready—launch!"

The fuze was ignited, and the explosion sounded far louder than the previous two times, and the ground trembled. The gun moved back and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke was released from the muzzle, and together with the roaring cast iron projectile, it broke through the smoke and directed towards the monster. shoot.

Disma seemed to hear the whistle of shells in his ears, but he didn't turn his head, but ran at full speed, because the fuse of the bomb in his hand was about to burn out.

The power of the sixteen-pound cannon was fully reflected in the monster. The cast iron shell undoubtedly penetrated the monster directly, entering through the chest, and exploding directly behind it. It was a huge gap that could be seen hundreds of meters away.

But the monster's distorted body has no so-called weaknesses at all. He is just a mass of out-of-control spirituality, and the flesh and blood are just the outside.

Soon the big hole will be filled with flesh and blood again, and at this time Disma has already rushed up, ignoring the tentacles dangling on the monster's body.

And the consequence of such a sacrifice was that he was whipped directly, and his whole body flew out. Fortunately, at the last moment, he resisted with both hands and stuffed the bomb into the wound.

The thick overcoat provided a certain amount of protection, but it was still torn apart by the spikes on the tentacles, leaving scars on his body, only to be dripping with blood in an instant.

Not to mention how heavy the force on the tentacles was transmitted to the body, just one blow made Disma feel his internal organs tumbling.

But he still stubbornly got up from the ground, his eyes fixed on the wound clinging to the flesh and blood.

But what about explosions?
Why didn't it explode?

Was the fuze extinguished by flesh and blood?
"Oh!"

Before he could think too much, an explosion exploded from the inside of the monster. At this time, the monster's strong muscles formed a better confined space to amplify the power of the bomb.

It was a wound bigger than a sixteen-pounder, able to drill a man through it, and almost tear the monster whole down the middle.

The splattered flesh and blood directly overturned Disma who had just stood up with the shock wave. He was already exhausted after repeated vicious battles, and his ability to survive until now was entirely dependent on one breath.

Now that I see my task completed, I am relieved, and I can't lie down and get up again.

"My mission is complete..."

But just this can't kill the evil fallen monster, because the flesh and blood started to recover again, and the gap that exploded was being filled by the germinated granulation. Although the recovery was much slower, it was indeed being reborn.

Everyone saw this scene without fear or despair. A soldier dropped his weapon, and then rushed up with an explosive bomb without waiting for an order, shouting: "Hamlet must win!"

The others also reacted. Some soldiers ignored the instructor's order at all, causing Barton to roar.

"Fool! You didn't light the fire."

This sound made such a tragic scene funny, and the artilleryman holding the tinder also realized something, and rushed up to light those people.

However, because Disma's blow severely damaged the monster, even if it didn't recover so quickly, and most of its mobility was destroyed, the danger of these soldiers' explosion was reduced.

They only need to throw the bomb far away, and a violent explosion will happen on the monster.

There were only twelve boxes in one box, and they took them all away. Seeing that there were no explosive bombs in the back, they actually wanted to resist a barrel of gunpowder.

"Stop, stop! The monster is dead!" Barristan and Barton tried their best to control the excited soldiers, and then approached in an orderly manner. They could see that even the flesh and blood monsters could only be turned into pieces under the repeated explosions.

But you can still see a slight squirm, but it hasn't lost its activity yet.

"Everyone don't touch, demolish the camp, pull the wood and burn these monsters on the spot to purify them thoroughly."

Soon under the command, the thatched camp was dismantled and dragged over, gunpowder was poured and ignited, and the flames engulfed the wreckage in an instant.

The cautious Patton also asked people to shovel up all the minced meat scattered around them and throw them into the fire. Those who were stuck to the monster's flesh and blood immediately washed their bodies, took off their clothes and burned them.

After calming down, almost everyone felt fear in their hearts, and then looked at the dead and injured lying on the side, and the grief still spread uncontrollably.

But no matter what you say, the monster has been killed, and the rest of the life still let everyone breathe a sigh of relief...

Leonard was lying in a separate room with some bandages on his body, and next to him was the blood-stained armor, which had even been deformed to varying degrees, and it took a lot of effort to untie it.

As the main force fighting monsters head-on, he didn't know how many times he was hit. If he didn't die, it can only be said that the armor did save his life.

But at this time, he was also seriously injured. An ordinary person might not be able to hold on, but the strange thing is that Leonard's injury has stabilized and has not deteriorated. His body erupted with tenacious vitality, just like his will.

But such an exaggerated injury also surprised others.

"Evacuate... quickly evacuate..."

His body was recovering, but the first words Leonard said when he woke up indicated that his consciousness had not left the battlefield.

However, his movement also alarmed the guards who were taking care of him, and quickly informed the other instructors that Leonard had woken up.

When Barton and the others came over, Leonard had already sat up. Although his condition had not fully recovered, being able to do it proved that his injury was stable.

"How's the situation?"

Leonard looked at the people in front of him. Disma's coat was gone, and there were many blood-oozing bandages on his body. Barristan's shield-holding left hand was also hung around his neck. He might be resisting monsters one after another. It is inevitable to be injured under the attack.

"It's okay, the monster has been killed."

Disma briefly explained the situation after he fell, and how to deal with the monster.

"Although I wanted to leave the corpses for the lord to study, but at that time, I could only burn them if I wanted to kill these monsters completely. However, there are still some strange things left on the monsters. This is definitely a treasure, and it is very likely The spiritual material that the adults said."

As he spoke, Disma took out two boxes from the side, one of which was opened and inside was a black crystal the size of a fist, showing an irregular shape, with a strange brilliance shining on it.

After handing the box to Desma, he opened another box, which was a piece of meat that seemed unresponsive.

"I made the decision to leave a piece. The lord may have studied this. If we can find out the weakness of the monster, it will not be so miserable in the future."

"We don't know the situation of the monster, but you should know the danger of corruption, how can you bring it with you?"

Leonard was frightened by the reckless Desma. He didn't know how terrifying the monster was. How could he bring these two strange things with him.

Disma had no choice but to explain with a wry smile, "It's because of the danger, so it's not safe to put it in other places, so I have to take it with me."

Leonard had nothing to say about this, and turned to ask the most troublesome question.

"How are the casualties?"

After saying this, everyone fell silent, and the two of them retreated from exhaustion. The only one who was not injured was Barton, but he was frowning because he had to deal with the aftermath of this incident.

"Three were sacrificed and eleven were injured. The family members have not been notified yet, nor have the townspeople been informed of the situation."

Treat the wounded, appease the soldiers, control public opinion, rearm the defenses, not to mention how to notify the families of the dead...

All kinds of things make it difficult for him to make decisions without the lord making the decision.

"Let's wait for the lord to come back to talk about these things, and put the corpse properly first." Hearing this, Leonard couldn't help but sighed, looking outside and muttering: "I don't know when the lord will come back..."

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"Hehehe! Is the fruit about to ripen?"

In the depths of the wilderness, the figure that was stirring the cauldron suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something looking up towards Hamlet and making a weird laugh.

But after a while, the figure whispered strange words. "It seems to have failed, my spores still haven't been able to control the power of the void, but the heat is enough..."

As soon as the words fell, it seemed to have some kind of weird power, which directly awakened the countless parasites hidden in the spore forest.

No one would have imagined that there would be so many gathered here, and all kinds of strange-shaped parasites could be seen as far as the eye could see.

And a large part of them are dilapidated refugee outfits. It is not known whether they strayed into the wilderness by mistake or were caught by those Ascension Cultists, but at this time they have been corrupted by germs, and their bodies are covered with mushrooms.

There are also various wild beasts that originally lived in the wilderness, but they are also eroded and controlled by germs at the moment. No wonder Lance can't find a single wild beast when he entered the wilderness.

At this time, these huge numbers of corrupted parasites were awakened by some kind of weird force, and they started to head towards Hamlet under the leadership of a tall and thin hunchbacked figure.

No one knows whether Hamlet, who was hit hard just now, can withstand this wave of corruption...

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"This is already the third corruption point." Lance raised his hand to sacrifice the mummy, destroying the ritual site.

It's just that he didn't have any intention of relaxing. Instead, his brows were furrowed and his expression was worried.

Because as he went deeper into the wilderness that was severely eroded by corruption, there were mushrooms with yellow covers and white stems growing everywhere, and the poison to the land made the trees wither, and even weeds could hardly survive. There is a mist of spores like light smoke.

This place can be called the spore forest.

But the more troublesome problem is that when there are more mushrooms, Fergus's sense of smell becomes less sensitive. After searching for so long, he found three corruption rituals, and this is completely a drop in the bucket for the whole wilderness.

If this continues, let alone find out the enemy's conspiracy, even the removal of corruption will become impossible.

"Let's take a break, everyone."

Just because he can stay awake doesn't mean that others can, let alone that this is not a simple rush. Every corruption point is protected by parasites. If you want to destroy it, you have to fight, not to mention the giant spiders and traps that are ready to attack at any time.

You need to be extremely careful when walking in it. Although you are not injured, it consumes too much mental energy and accumulates in your heart.

Among them, Boudica was the only one who had a little bit of energy, but he was visibly surrounded by fatigue.

The squad is nearing its limit.

Seeing this, Lance suddenly realized something. He seemed to be on the edge of a corner. This is the real world, not the game world, so there is no need to waste time on it.

What did he work so hard to develop before?Isn't it just that there is a rear that can provide him with support and arm wrestling with the ancestor?

Behind him has never been just a few heroes, but an army.

As long as enough information is collected, tactics can be designed based on this, so that the army of ordinary people can also complete the killing of these monsters.

It doesn't even need to go deep, just cut out the isolation zone and set fire to the mountain directly, and let the flames purify the corruption of the wilderness.

"Take a break and prepare to go back. We have collected enough information this trip."

Lance made a decision, which is not to give up the task, but to know how to use the resources at hand to allocate rationally, so that he can exert stronger power.

Regardless of your conspiracy, I will directly send the army over and set fire to the mountain. I want to see how the old man plays with me?
When they heard this decision, William and the others couldn't help but relax a lot. The wilderness is really not a place for people to stay.

The team rested for a while, then packed up their things and set off on their way back. Since there was no need for investigation and search, it was estimated that they would be able to return within a day.

Even everyone was eager to return home, and even their pace couldn't help but quicken a little.

But because I didn't encounter monsters all the way here, my vigilance was slightly relaxed when I walked again.

Even Lance, who was at the end, focused most of his attention on how to make those soldiers accept the twisted side of the world, and how to mobilize them to march towards the wilderness.

This is a very troublesome problem. If possible, he doesn't want more people to be exposed to these things, but the strength of the team is still too weak. Only a united group can become the strength to defeat the ancestors.

And at this moment, Boudica, who was at the front of the team, suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

But before she could react further, a thick trunk came towards her from behind the dead wood...

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