our family is gone

Lance didn't mean to waste any time and rushed back directly.

"Disma, you and Laura keep an eye on the convoy and try not to come into contact with those barbarians. Margaret and I will go back to mobilize our troops. When my army surrounds us, we will not let anyone go!"

"Yes!" Disma knew that the lord was telling him this, and was afraid that he would act rashly. It was also an explanation.

Laura didn't speak. Although Margaret had countless questions lingering in her mind, when she saw that Lance was gone, she could only follow him, but the questions on her lips did not stop.

"How do you save that person from waking up?"

"How come those bodies are missing?"

"and also……"

Lance felt a little bee suddenly buzzing in his ear.

By the time the man trudged out of the woods, he could no longer see anyone else. He was standing on the roadside, constantly looking in both directions, showing intense confusion.

Looking down at the simply bandaged wound, he remembered the man's words again.

To go back is to die, but to go on... What kind of place is Hamlet?
He made a decision quickly, holding his chest and staggering away.

…………

"Damn it! I don't want anything else, I just want the death of those barbarians!" Michelle's grumpy voice came out in the car.

Gene couldn't help but feel helpless when he heard the sounds coming from the carriage, because several people had died just now, and Michelle was going crazy again.

Gene, who was already familiar with Michelle, knew that he was definitely not doing it for those dead people. He was just unhappy that someone was provoking him, but he was unable to fight back.

"Aren't those barbarians just sheltered by the wilderness and dense forests and we are not familiar with the surrounding situation? We will soon reach Hamlet. The town is surrounded by farmland and they will die if they dare to show up. By then, recruiting some people who are familiar with the local area will definitely be able to defeat them. Those barbarians caught me."

Gene could only say a lot of good things now, trying his best to calm Michelle's fragile nerves.

Michelle had just calmed down a little, but still left a word behind.

"Hurry! I want to see those barbarians die in front of me."

"Yes, yes!" Gene agreed.

Michelle became quiet here, and Jean's sinister expression showed helpless exhaustion.

Originally, the plan was to lure the barbarians into a trap and then kill them, which was good, but it failed to completely eliminate them, leaving several disasters behind.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but no one expected that those barbarians who had been killed to less than ten people would dare to attack.

And they don't confront you directly, they just harass you, and one or two people die from time to time. The continuous attacks cast a shadow on everyone's heart, and no one knows whether they will be next.

Even Jean couldn't bear it anymore. If this guy Michelle hadn't come to him, he would have wanted to hide in his carriage.

I just hope to reach Hamlet quickly and let the team rest for a while.

In Hamlet, Michelle can vent, at least she won't cause trouble for herself every day.

Not only Michelle, but the soldiers and others also needed a madness to vent their pent-up emotions, otherwise they would backfire if they couldn't suppress them.

However, at this moment there was some commotion ahead, and a man carrying a gun and riding a horse suddenly came running towards them.

They didn't even leave. Instead, they blocked the convoy in the middle of the road and forced the convoy to stop.

Gene's first reaction was to sweep towards the dark wilderness beside the road, as if an arrow would be shot at him in the next second.

Not only his reaction, most of the others were also panicked, and even the elite personal guards became nervous to varying degrees.

But there was no movement around, only the man shouting in front.

"Stop everyone and let those in charge come out."

The carriage window on the other side was suddenly opened, and Michelle's violent words were heard.

"Why did it stop again?"

These words put more pressure on Jean, and he quickly comforted him.

"Not a barbarian! Not a barbarian!" As he spoke, Gene looked at the man in front of him again. Seeing that he was wearing simple clothes and carrying a gun, he immediately thought of something, and then he added.

"There are a lot of robbers and bandits here. It should be the gangsters nearby who want passing money."

"Hurry up and kill him!" After hearing this, Michelle's violent temper was finally ignited by this. How the hell would anyone dare to provoke him.

If you can't defeat the barbarians, why don't you defeat the bandits?

"Sir, don't be angry, I have a plan to defeat the barbarian!" Jean, the dog-headed strategist, smiled and stepped forward to explain without waiting for Michelle to talk nonsense.

"These bandits have lived in the mountains all their lives and don't know who we are, but they definitely know the situation nearby. If they help, they can definitely catch those barbarians.

We only need to agree to let them fight the barbarians in exchange for their heads. We have no losses, and we won’t even have to pay the money at that time..."

Gene knew Michelle's mentality very well, and he could only be happy if he felt that he was playing with others.

Sure enough, these words easily convinced Michelle, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his grumpy face, "As long as they bring the heads of those barbarians, I will let them go, otherwise I want them to know what will happen if they dare to stop us. "

At this time, Michelle still didn't understand the seriousness of the problem and acted willfully.

Just like Jean said, you only need to make a small promise to seduce those bandits, so why do you have to offend them again?
Not to mention the bandits, even Jean couldn't stand the arrogant attitude.

But what Jean couldn't stand even more was Michelle's next sentence.

"Then why don't you hurry up and let them do it?"

The complimentary smile on Jean's face froze when he heard this.

Let him negotiate with those murderous bandits?
屮!If I had known earlier I wouldn't have said so much.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"I'm going right now."

Gene was definitely unwilling to go up, but Michelle was more terrifying than the bandits, so he had no choice but to agree.

Lance was riding leisurely on his horse, looking at the ordinary people driving the carriages, feeling their unconcealable fear, and a young man walking up not far away.

"Do you know who we are?" Although Jean has never dealt with bandits, he has also heard that he must be tough enough.

But before he could say anything, the man on horseback pointed a gun at him with one hand in the next second.

"I don't care who you are, this is my territory and I have the final say."

"Brother! You have something to say." Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Gene softened instantly and immediately changed his words.

Seeing him like that, Lance couldn't help but laugh and teased: "What? I'm wronging you?" "No! That's my honor." Gene shook his head quickly, even if he wanted to kill him in front of him. This person, but he didn't show it at all. His acting skills are as good as those of movie stars.

But he was able to get through today not by being quick on his knees, but by kneeling down and getting things done. He quickly followed up with these words, "Everyone is asking for money, there is no need to make trouble, I have a way to make money for my eldest brother." , after guaranteeing that..."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Lance didn't mind listening to what he had to say, but he didn't want to hear nonsense. He simply interrupted a large part of what he was about to brag about, forcing Gene to hold it back.

He could even withstand Michelle, so how could he not be able to withstand this little pressure? He immediately introduced Michelle’s identity with a smile.
"The man behind is the son of the Marquis of the Empire. This time he came out to practice and wanted to take the heads of those barbarians..."

It was obvious that they were entangled by the barbarian marauders, but in Jean's words, it turned out that they easily defeated the barbarians and were now hunting them down.

Not only did it reverse the initiative between the two, but the words kept implying that those barbarians were not strong and only relied on the environment to escape.

While giving a warning about Michelle's identity, he also offered a very generous bounty to Lance, and even promised to use Michelle's power to free them from their identity as bandits.

In this series of words, there is both kindness and power, and even more temptation with heavy profits.

What's the purpose of being a bandit?
Isn't it just for money?
But the bandits were also dealt a blow, such as bounties from nearby towns, and if some powerful lords, like the Count of Bastia, sent troops to destroy them.

It can be said that no one wants to stay in the wilderness and plunder, living a life without a meal, so Jean has almost everything a bandit desires.

If Lance hadn't already understood what happened between them and the barbarian marauders, he might have been deceived by him. There was something about this man.

But the problem is that Lance is not a bandit, and the benefits he mentioned are useless.

"Jean, right? Who doesn't know how strong those mountain barbarians are in the wilderness? You want my people to risk their lives with them just by saying a few words. You have eaten up all the benefits Michelle gave us." Bar?"

"Do you know me? Who are you?" Gene's expression changed instantly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

He didn't say his name just now, let alone Michelle's name.

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network." Lance grinned, "You still want to attack Hamlet, right?"

"Who are you?" These words shocked Jean even more. The man's eyes seemed to see through what he was thinking, and his steps were uncontrollable and he wanted to retreat.

But before Jean could say much, Lance took the musket away and raised his other hand to his ear.

"Did you hear anything?"

This inexplicable sentence made Jean subconsciously follow him and pay attention to the surrounding movements, but there was nothing...

But at this moment, for some reason, the Guards at the rear got into chaos.

Gene was still confused at first, but he soon understood because there was a vibration on the ground.

Those soldiers who had witnessed the battlefield felt the shaking of the ground more keenly than others, which was a precursor to the knight's charge.

"I'm waiting for the cavalry, what are you waiting for?"

After Lance said this, he turned around and saw smoke and dust billowing at the end of his field of vision, and the large group of well-equipped cavalry appeared.

Those are definitely not robbers and bandits!
Gene only had time to have this idea, but his attention was brought back by Lance's words.

"If you want to live, just stand still. If you want to die, just run away."

When Gene reacted, he was so excited that his whole body and even his soul were trembling, and he shouted in an almost wailing voice.

"Stop! Do you know whose son Michelle is?"

"Then do you know who I am?" Lance didn't even mean to do it himself, he just raised his hand and shot into the sky.

"boom!"

Lance blocked the road to attract their attention and buy time for others.

Now that everyone is in their positions, the sound of gunshots is like an order. Countless guns appeared on both sides of the road and were pointed at the convoy. Hundreds of people did not know when they had already circled behind them, overlapping to form three rows. Dead end.

"It's over... it's over..."

There were cavalry in front and gunners in the back. This scene immediately made Jean freeze on the spot.

But the battle behind has already begun.

The Guards realized something was wrong when they noticed the ground shaking, but the sound of gunfire directly revealed that they had fallen into a trap.

"Turn around quickly! Let's fight out!" The leader of the Guards shouted with a ferocious face. If something happened to Michel here, not to mention them, even their whole family would die.

These personal guards were quite capable, and they reacted quickly and charged in reverse to break through the encirclement.

But they faced nearly two hundred musketeers. Even if they were divided into three columns and fired progressively, the barrage formed was enough to cover the old road.

"First column! Get ready!"

A soldier shouted, and then the column raised their guns and aimed. Although it didn't rely on accuracy, it still looked like it should be done.

"Don't be afraid! Just hold up your shield and survive one round."

"Hurry over and don't give them time to reload!"

"..."

It's not like those personal guards have never encountered musketeers on the battlefield. They raised their shields and pressed forward. Even if they shot through the shield, the remaining power could not penetrate the armor on their bodies.

Unless he was so unlucky and hit a vital point, he could only blame his own bad luck.

"One hundred yards, let go!"

A round of gunfire sounded like firecrackers, but there were only a few fallen Guardsmen. As expected, it was difficult to penetrate two layers of armor at this distance.

However, this did not suppress the morale of these guards, but instead caused a surge.

Because they knew that as long as they fired, a batch of guns would turn into fire sticks, and the distance between them and the enemy would be closer.

At the same time, those hidden behind the shield bearers were the crossbowmen. They had already shot their arrows and flew towards the musket array.

To be honest, guns are weak at a hundred yards distance, let alone arrows, but they are mainly to cover the charge. They are indeed elites in seizing opportunities alternately. If there were more people, it would be more difficult to deal with them.

Hamlet's musketeers changed their equipment according to the equipment. In fact, the armor coverage rate was not very high, and some unlucky ones were still hit after being shot.

If some ordinary serf soldiers were frightened by the ferocious counterattack of these people, they might have fired their guns in advance, but Hamlet and the like were also elites who were killed, and a little pressure could not shake their loyalty!
The injured one was immediately pulled behind by his teammates, unable to shake the formation at all.

These people are like robots, so calm that it makes people tremble, but they are nothing more than enemies.

The first round of confrontation made both sides feel the strength of their opponents, but neither side had any reason to avoid it, and a more intense battle began...

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