our family is gone

When people are in extreme panic, they will instinctively grab every possible hope.

Michelle didn't even care if Lance was faking it, even if he could see it, he would rather believe that this man was really scared.

"You know you're afraid, then let me go quickly."

"Since you're here, I have to treat you to some dishes. Have you ever eaten ants on a tree?" Lance's smile became more ferocious, and he looked at Michelle.

"I don't agree with skin peeling, because that will cause more nerve necrosis, and it's easy to get infected and die. In fact, we only need to put your feet in boiling hot water and scald them.

Within three days, blisters will appear on the feet, and then the blisters will be broken open and the layer of skin will be peeled off to obtain a whole foot without skin, and the nerves are well preserved and most sensitive.

Soak it in honey water again, and the ants will climb up on their own, walk back and forth on your wound, biting away at the flesh and blood, and the pain and itchiness will be as sour as heartbreaking. "

"No... don't... please let me go, I'll give you money! A lot of money!" When Michelle heard this, her legs softened and she knelt on the ground, wailing.

"You don't like it?" Lance didn't waver at all. He smacked his mouth and said, "Then how about a mutton skewer instead? Insert a slender wooden skewer into the gap between the nails. Think about it, you have ten nails. How many roots can be inserted?"

"Wow! No! I want to go home, go home..." Michelle cried directly when she heard this. Just thinking about it made her soul tremble, and she couldn't help but lie on the ground.

What he likes most is seeing the humiliating eyes of those who want to resist but are unable to resist, and listening to the wailing and screaming.

But now when it all happened to him, he realized how terrible it was.

He originally thought that he was already a master at torturing people, and those who fell into his hands would be worse than dead. He didn't expect that this person was even more ruthless than him.

"You still don't like it?" Lance was not affected at all, but added with a smile, "Don't be afraid, our Hamlet is the most hospitable, there are many hard dishes, there is always something you like."

Leonard and Disma were silent on the sidelines. It was not easy to provoke the lord if he provoked anyone. If the extraordinary person could not be killed, then he would have to suffer.

When Lance saw that Michelle had collapsed, he was too lazy to waste time on him. He turned his head and motioned towards Disma.

"I'll leave him to you. Don't you remember? I'll leave you a private room in the nursing home to help him regain his memory."

After saying that, he didn't forget to add, "Hey! By the way, go to the doctor and ask for two injections of new medicine. Don't let him die so quickly."

After receiving the lord's consent, Disma no longer had any worries and immediately picked up Michelle by the hand.

As if realizing that he was doomed, Michelle let out an annoying scream.

"Ah!!! I'm going to kill you! Kill..."

"Shut up!" Disma didn't tolerate him at all. He punched him and stunned him, then dragged him down.

"Aren't you curious?" Lance turned to look at Leonard, "This is a big shot."

"My lord, there is a reason for doing this." Leonard didn't have many ideas. The lord must have his own considerations. He just needs to execute it.

loyalty!

Even so, Lance still explained that the Riddler is a very dangerous behavior.

“Although those cultists act crazy, they also have a purpose, and this person is an absolute scumbag. He has no purpose and just enjoys torturing people.

Over the years, more people may have died directly or indirectly at his hands than the two of us combined. He is a demon walking in the world. If he is killed like this, many people will not be able to swallow this breath.

For me, even a sanatorium-like room can no longer accommodate him, and a private room must be opened. "

Leonard had no sympathy for this kind of scum. From the lord's words and the situation just now, he probably guessed that this battle was not just for justice, and that Disma should be one of the victims.

The lord is willing to take on this matter for a subordinate like Disma, which is something that other noble lords will never be able to do.

What is a sense of security?
Who else besides the lord can do this?

This is the powerful charm of the lord, not in power, but in people's hearts.

"Take this extraordinary person back and imprison him in a sanatorium. Michelle's identity is still a bit dangerous after all. It is announced to the outside world that it is just an exercise. Those prisoners will not go through the town and will be sent directly to the development zone to work as coolies.

The convoy bears the name of Walter's Caravan, and is divided into teams of ten cars, and a batch is distributed to the farms outside the town, part of which is diluted, and the captured weapons and equipment are sealed first until they are processed..."

He said he was not afraid, but Lance didn't have much time to deal with other things, so he could hide this matter as long as he could, at least until he had solved the scourge of his ancestor.

"Yes!"

Leonard picked up the extraordinary person and turned away, starting to take over the follow-up matters.

Lance once again focused his attention on the heavy-armored puppet standing stiffly and studied it.

I don’t know if this thing should be called a human or a wax figure. How do you make it move?
Will it be a weak fire?
Lance was a little curious. He was just thinking about clicking, but he noticed someone was coming and couldn't help but look back...

"Why do you want to arrest everyone?" Margaret came over with a gun.

Looking at her like that, she adapted quickly. After walking on the battlefield, her whole temperament was a little different. If her lips weren't still a little white, I might not have been able to tell how many times she had vomited just now.

"If I hadn't sent people to investigate and find out in advance, if I didn't have elite soldiers and generals, they would be burning, killing and looting in Hamlet now. Why can't they be arrested?"

Margaret couldn't help but frown when she heard this. She fell into thinking and took a moment to say a word.

"What I mean is that the noble is certainly hateful, but most of the people in those caravans are innocent..."

Lance knew what she meant. After all, it was Michelle and the guards who massacred the village. Those members of the business group and the city defense army were just working as coolies along the way. They did nothing but were massacred by the barbarian marauders.

Now they were captured like piglets again. From Margaret's point of view, they didn't do anything. It was a bit unreasonable for Lance to do this.

"Didn't they do anything? They just didn't have a chance. You should also know what the city defense army is. What's more, I didn't say to kill them. I just need to complete the investigation on them and make sure they are fine. Then I will let them go."

Lance's words were unabashedly perfunctory. Didn't he have the final say on when the investigation would be completed?

But in fact, I really don’t want to kill them. After all, there are no machines now, and development in the wilderness requires human lives. It would be good to arrest some people for forced labor.

Don't talk to Lance about benevolence, justice and morality, he doesn't have such things.

For Disma, the purpose is revenge, but what really drives Lance is profit, otherwise he would not be able to start a war for no reason.

As for whether they were accomplices or forced, Lance didn't care.

There is no justice in the adult world, only interests.

At this moment, Lance seemed to feel something and suddenly said something.

"found it!"

"What did you find?" Margaret was a little confused, but Lance had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense to her.

"If you have anything to do, let's talk about it later. You're tired too, so take a good rest." He raised his hand and took away the wax puppet, and then ran away in a hurry, without giving Margaret any more time to react.

No matter what Margaret thinks, this is something she must learn to accept, no matter how naive, as she grows up after being exposed to reality.

…………

Don't think that the Guards are really soft persimmons. There were originally about ten barbarian warriors who escaped from the village trap, but several more were lost due to the previous series of battles, and now there are less than ten left.

But for these people, this is what they pursue. They just hope to kill more enemies so that they can wash away their humiliation.

Nowadays, the remaining ones are still wandering in the wilderness, using the cover of the dense forest to constantly spy on the convoy ahead, waiting for new opportunities.

Suddenly the archer seemed to notice something and suddenly raised his head, blurting out without hesitation.

"This is not right, let's go!"

The rest of the barbarian team seemed to have realized something, and they decisively got into the woods and distanced themselves from the convoy on the old road.

Now they can't afford to gamble at all. Once they are surrounded, they will be dead.

Not long after they left, many figures marching quickly appeared in the forest. This strange situation naturally attracted the attention of the barbarians.

"They don't seem to be coming for us."

"Not the personal guards of those nobles."

"What exactly is going on?"

"Go and have a look."

Otherwise, the barbarians were so courageous. When they found out that the person coming was not targeting them, those guys actually dared to turn around and touch them to spy.

In fact, it is easy to understand. Apart from them, there is only the convoy on the old road.

Since it is not directed at oneself, it can only be directed at the opposite party.

If both of them fight and lose, they might not have a chance to avenge their shame.

If you want to defeat the strong with the weak on the battlefield, you have to seize the opportunity. If you don't have the courage, what can you do?

Soon a gunshot started the battle.

You must know that they have fought against these soldiers, all of them are elite veterans, otherwise they would not dare to fight with them in close combat, and the casualties would be similar.

But now these barbarians saw with their own eyes the noble guards who had massacred their companions, falling to the ground like mowing grass.

This scene was particularly shocking to these barbarians, and even the enemy could not help but feel pity for the fallen soldiers.

Because for the barbarians, dying without even touching the enemy is definitely the most humiliating way to die.

Then the two sides met, and the remaining guards fought for the opportunity with their blood but were suppressed by the musketeers who outnumbered them.

For a moment, the barbarians couldn't help but feel empty and regretful.

It's not that their sympathy is overflowing, but because the convoy was easily killed, and they imagined that both sides would lose, and then they would take over the battlefield, which did not happen.

Their illusions were dashed when a more powerful army emerged to take over.

"What should we do now?"

The barbarians couldn't help but look at the archer. He was the one who proposed the pursuit in the first place, but now it was obvious that this situation was no longer necessary.

"Let's go. We have killed the enemy. We can explain it even if we return to the tribe." The archers were also helpless. Why are these imperial people so cruel when they kill their own people?Absolutely no chance at all.

But just when they turned back and prepared to leave, the archers suddenly discovered an eagle parked on a tree branch far behind them, staring at them.

He couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Eagles!"

The few remaining barbarian warriors were also shocked. They were watching the battle below, and someone was watching them. What kind of matryoshka doll was this?

"Flee separately!"

In the fight and friction between the barbarians and Bastia, the traitor Yingqun can be said to have hurt them the most.

Without the help of the eagles who are familiar with the mountains, Bastia would not be able to suppress the barbarians so easily, so basically every barbarian hates them.

Now that they appear here, are those troops from Bastia just now?

The barbarian warriors who reacted grabbed their weapons and dispersed without much hesitation.

The eagles are not important. The important thing is that the eagles are usually followed by the army. They just saw a one-sided massacre. How long will they wait if they don't run away?
The archer also ran away. The arrow was already in his hand, but he did not shoot it rashly.

The shooting speed of a big bow like his is not as good as the light bows of the eagles. There is only one chance.

But before he had taken a few steps, the falcon flapped its wings, and then there was a noise in the jungle, and a man with an ax and gun rushed out of it.

There is no doubt that it was Boudica after recovering from illness.

Is it true that eagles are very easy to recognize? Boudica is like this. You can tell at a glance that they are not.

But the archer didn't hesitate at all and shot an arrow directly at her. He didn't care at all whether he hit her or not. He turned around and ran towards the other side without stopping.

He knew the consequences of being held back...

But before he could think about it, he suddenly stopped his steps and forcibly stopped his body. The next second, there was an arrow stuck on the ground in front of him.

The hidden arrows of the eagles are right!

The archer shot an arrow in that direction with extremely fast movements, but he did not dare to stop. After taking a few steps, he heard a roar behind him.

The shooting speed of the short and rapid shot just now was naturally high, but when the bow was not fully drawn, the power of the arrow seemed weak.

It's like shooting fast, but the initial velocity of the bullet is slow.

There was a distance of twenty or thirty yards just now. Boudica was not a stupid person, so of course she turned over to avoid it, and then came to kill him.

The archer heard the movement behind him and looked around at the other people who had already disappeared. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. Why were so many people chasing him instead of chasing him?
Fortunately, he did not give up treatment and already had the third arrow in his hand.

It's a pity that this arrow was destined to fail, because he only felt vibrations under his feet. When he was distracted for a moment, several roots emerged from the ground and directly controlled him... (End of Chapter)