our family is gone

Lance looked at Disma, who spoke each word through gritted teeth.

His face was filled with surging anger, and the telescope creaked under his clenched fist as if it was about to be crushed by him.

You must know that Disma is a ruthless person who is used to life and death. Even if he made a fool of himself in public just now, he didn't react like this. What on earth made him so excited?
Lance thought for a moment and understood something, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure?"

"I will never forget this pattern...ever!" Disma's angry tone did not weaken at all, but became more intense.

"As long as you seize the clues, you'll seize the target. No matter who is in the car, he can't escape." Lance raised his hand and put his shoulder to emphasize, "Don't worry, I will give you a solution for this matter." Satisfying result."

Lance's promise calmed Disma down, but the words between them were like a bible to the other two, and both were a little difficult to understand.

In fact, it's normal that they don't understand, because apart from Disma, only Lance knows about this matter.

That was Disma's experience of degenerating into a robber before coming to Hamlet. The only person who could make him like this was the nobleman who had ruined his family.

It's just that he lost the clue and wandered for many years. Now he finally found that nature aroused his emotions.

"Look! Something is attacking them." The silent Laura suddenly spoke up. The eyes under the hood were as sharp as an eagle's vision, and she could see the situation in the distance clearly without the help of a telescope.

When the other people reacted, they could only see a slight commotion in the convoy, and with the help of binoculars, they saw the dead people.

A soldier walking on the periphery was attacked and fell, and several cavalrymen tried to come over to rescue them, but were killed again.

This time Lance saw an arrow shot from nowhere knocking the man off his horse.

Although there was a bit of commotion among those teams, it soon subsided. They raised some simply modified wooden shields to watch the surroundings, and some crossbowmen and archers also fought back sporadically.

But just when the rear army was involved, some people emerged from the dense forest on the roadside and launched an attack on the convoy in front.

The method of attacking in the east and west directly caused greater panic. Some people could not bear the pressure and ran away, but they were suppressed by the soldiers. Then the convoy dropped some bodies and calm was restored.

As for the attackers, they only made an attacking posture and immediately retreated when the soldiers returned to defense. It seemed that they were forcing the army into a state where they could not care about the beginning or the end.

"This style of play is often used by the mountain barbarians to deal with Bastia's army. It will reduce the number of troops through constant harassment. Instead of shooting, they will specifically shoot and injure. Sometimes they will also cooperate with traps to reduce the number of soldiers. Consume the enemy.

Therefore, the Bastia army usually dares to enter the mountains only if they are coordinated by a group of eagles. However, I heard that the count burned the mountains, then built camps, and eroded them step by step, forcing the mountain barbarians back. "

Laura took the opportunity to introduce the tactics of Bastia and Qunshan. As a barbarian, she vaguely placed herself in Bastia's position in her words.

It seems that her origin and experience have a certain relationship, and there is not such a strong national consciousness in this era.

But none of this matters, there is only one real core issue.

Is that why people suspected of being barbarians attacked this team?

Also, the expansion of Bastia directly separated Hamlet from the mountain barbarians. Unless they climbed over the treacherous mountains like Greendale, they could only come from Bastia.

And the number of people seems to be unequal. I'm afraid there are a lot of problems here.

The appearance of these people was strange in the first place, but the army's actions to suppress the convoy further showed that the relationship between the two was not the same.

"This method is also cruel. If you don't have the ability to fight back, it will be like cutting flesh with a dull knife. No wonder they are so vigilant. Our people are attacked just by getting close. I am afraid they will be attacked along the way."

Just as they were talking, the convoy had calmed down the commotion and resumed operations, but the speed seemed to have been accelerated a bit. If it continued like this, it would probably take at most two or three hours to reach Hamlet.

"Let's go see those corpses and be careful of those enemies."

Lance did not act rashly, but took a detour through the wilderness with the team to find the body that was casually abandoned on the roadside.

The most conspicuous ones were naturally the two soldiers who were shot and killed. All their weapons and equipment were removed and taken away, leaving only simple clothes.

Lance checked the injuries on his body, and it was exactly as Laura said. The attackers did not kill people, but hurt them. What really killed him was the last stab on his neck.

The arrow inserted into his body was artificially broken, but it was determined when Laura pulled it out of the body.

"These are indeed arrows used by barbarians, because they like to make them themselves and draw some special patterns on them. They believe that this will bring strength, but..."

While speaking, Laura frowned, as if she was a little afraid to confirm.

"But what?" Margaret asked impatiently.

"But this arrow looks like it's made in Bastia." Laura said, pulling out one of her own arrows for comparison. "Because I also use this kind of arrow. The price is reasonable and the quality is good. It's very popular in Bastia." welcome."

"There are many barbarian mercenaries in Bastia. You said this kind of thing is very popular, but you can't explain anything."

Lance said something fair. Although he also hated Count Bastia, he couldn't put everything over his head.

"It's a pity that these people's equipment was taken away, otherwise their identities could be confirmed."

Lance tried to find more clues from the corpse. Unfortunately, he was stripped naked, but from his figure alone, he could tell that he was definitely an elite soldier.

"The bloodstains here..." Disma seemed to have discovered something on the other side. Following the bloodstains on the ground and going deeper into the forest, he suddenly shouted as if he had discovered something.

"This one is still alive!"

When Lance and others heard this, they hurried over and saw a man lying on the ground with his head turned to the side.

There was no reaction anymore, only weak breathing was still lingering, and there was a lot of blood loss underneath him.

He raised his hand and turned him over, and saw a long and narrow wound under the soaked clothes on his chest. Such a serious injury happened to avoid the heart and lungs.

Maybe those people thought he was dead so they didn't hit him, otherwise they wouldn't be alive now.

However, due to this injury and excessive blood loss, death seemed to be a matter of time.

After finally finding a survivor, Lance naturally couldn't let him die like this. He directly raised his hand and brushed the flesh and blood reconstruction to treat the internal injuries, leaving only a few superficial wounds on the outside.

He casually took out some medicinal powder and poured it on it, put a piece of gauze on it with his backhand to press it, and then gave him a little stimulation, which immediately pulled the dying person back from the hands of death.

"what!"

When the man woke up and opened his eyes, he was startled to see several people surrounding him. His bleeding heart could not bear the stimulation and almost fainted again.

But Disma didn't tolerate him. He directly grabbed the collar with one hand and pulled him over. He even pulled out his dagger and pressed it on the man's neck. "Who are you? What happened? Why are you here?"

This kind of scene also made the man fall into panic and stupor, but after the white face sang, it was the turn of Lance, the red face, to appear.

He immediately raised his hand to push the dagger away from Disma's hand, and then added a word of comfort with a smile.

"We saved you. Don't worry. We are not bad people, but you are too suspicious. There have been robbers and bandits recently, so we have to be careful."

The temperament shown by Lance is still very friendly to humans, and his words are very convincing.

This sentence made the man react a little. He lowered his head and looked at the bandaged wound in front of him. He quickly thanked everyone and did not forget to explain at the same time.

"I'm not a robber! I'm from the Jean Merchant Group. Our base is in Ovendo City. We encountered a barbarian attack. Please take me out of here quickly."

This man was so frightened that he almost couldn't say what he said, and his thinking was slightly confused.

But he said two very key words, "Jien Business Group" and "Owendo".

After hearing this, the smile on Lance's face froze for a moment, but in an instant it became brighter.

Disma's enemy is now on the opposite side, and if Lance forcibly suppresses him, it may cause trouble.

The key is not Disma personally, but that the character created by Lance cannot have any flaws.

So Lance must take action against these people.

You still have to save face. If there is no reason and you are sure that the other party is just an ordinary caravan, there is a high probability that you will save them and even trade with them to prepare for the opening of Hamlet.

But I didn't expect it to be Jean. His father was killed by Lance when he was hooking up with the Ascension Sect. Now that his son is here, this can only be said to be fate.

But now, apart from Walter, he is probably the only one around Owendo who has the ability to put together such a team.

Now that we have met, we can only suffer from Jean.

After all, the convoy has at least hundreds of horses, even if they are all horses pulling carts, it is a large sum of money. These precious animal power can help Hamlet achieve "mule-horse" as soon as possible.

"What else? Tell me everything. If you dare to lie, I will make you regret it." Disma's hatred was undisguised, and he wanted to know who was in the luxurious carriage.

This person was originally on the verge of collapse under repeated high pressure, and now he was rescued after finally turning around in front of death. Naturally, there was no need to hide anything. Basically, everything he could say was said. What did Lance and the others ask? They didn’t hesitate to say it.

It was precisely this that allowed Lance and others to quickly understand why they provoked the barbarian marauders.

At the same time, he also witnessed with his own eyes Michelle's madness and torture on those innocent people. It was obvious that he had long been dissatisfied with that guy, and now that he was separated, he even vented his anger by speaking out.

There is also the extraordinary person who controls the corpse, the powerful heavy-armored knight...

"It must be him!" Disma seemed certain.

"How could there be such a disgusting guy?" Margaret felt uncomfortable just hearing Michelle's behavior, and of course she was filled with anger caused by justice.

Laura was silent, just tightening her robe tightly, looking a little gloomy.

But that was not what Lance was concerned about.

"So your target is Hamlet?"

"That's right, Jean said that as long as Hamlet is captured, everyone will be free to move around."

Because the harassment of the barbarian marauders put the entire convoy in an extremely depressed state, Jean gave them a pie in order to maintain morale, promising Hamlet to let them loot.

Some of these are the city defense troops of Ovendo, so how could they not understand what these words mean? Coachmen like him have heard a lot from those people.

Hearing that Lance and the others were treating Hamlet as a soft persimmon and ready to pinch it, they did not show anger, but laughed.

I was worried that I couldn't find an excuse, but now you deliver it directly to your door.

"I'm done. I really didn't lie to you. Let's get out of here." The man begged.

Lance came back to his senses and said something to him with a smile.

"You know what? We're Hamlet's people."

"..." When the man heard this, he didn't know what to do for a moment, and he was stunned.

"Don't be afraid, I told you we are not bad people, otherwise how could we save you." Lance joked with a smile, then stood up and greeted a few people, "Let's go, I want to see how they take down Hamlet. "

Now that he knows the information, this investigation has been successfully concluded, and Lance has no intention of wasting any more time.
"You can't go back! You can't go back!" The man seemed to realize something and couldn't help but persuade: "Those people have gone crazy and massacred a village. They will not let anyone go."

"Humph! Just them?" Disma snorted with disdain. The gun and sword in his hand could not wait to see blood.

"You don't have to worry about that. All you need to know is that Hamlet never lost."

Lance also didn't care, but he still looked back at the man to make a comment because of this advice.

"I'll show you a clear path. There are no towns around here, and your wounds have only been treated simply and are not fully healed. Only Hamlet has a doctor who can completely save you. Now you can continue walking along this road and you will be there. It’s your choice whether to go or not.”

After that, he didn't bother to talk nonsense to him, so he left him alone and sacrificed several corpses on the roadside with his backhand.

This scene was not seen by the man, but Laura and Margaret noticed this magical scene, and they couldn't help but think of the scene where he treated the dying man just now.

However, Laura, the eagle group, has been exposed to these things before. For her, Lance, the lord, is more mysterious and powerful, and she is not too curious about it.

It doesn’t matter if he is wrapped in a new hooded black robe, the boss will do whatever he says.

But Margaret, a curious baby, was very confused, but she didn't know how to ask in front of the other two people, so she had to ask.

"Then what do we do now?"

"This is no longer an ordinary enemy, we must punch hard!"

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