our family is gone

Chapter 550 One man is in charge

Lance knew he couldn't be confused, so he took a deep breath to calm down.

"Organize a rescue operation immediately. I'll have the medical team rush back immediately. We must try our best to save people at all costs!" Lance added after realizing what he had overlooked.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, but there aren't many injured because people from the church are here..."

Greendale briefly talked about the situation of the church duo, and also expressed her concerns.

"I feel that they have some purpose in rescuing people, do you want to?"

Of course Lance understood what Greendale meant. How could the church's treatment be without purpose? Do they really think they were great benefactors?

You can't knock on the door of the church without some gold coins, let alone ask the priest to use magic to save him.

If those clergy were like Junia, Martin's martyrdom would not have happened.

But Lance had no intention of taking action, and instead gave an instruction.

"At this time, they have treated so many people and have accumulated a certain reputation. It would be foolish to attack them rashly. Instead, we have to let them go, ignore what they do, and even show Hamlet's kindness." Lance looked a little weird. , murmuring: "Hamlet's cultists are completely eliminated, but some are difficult to eliminate..."

Greendale understood that Lance wanted to take this opportunity to see how many devout believers were hidden in Hamlet.

"Aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble? The town can't afford any big action now."

"Hmph! I'm afraid they won't make trouble." Lance sneered, "After taking over the wilderness this time, we need more manpower to develop it."

Greendale did not raise any objection. Once the order was clear, she only needed to execute it and deal with the current mess.

"At this time, you should not let them occupy the high point of public opinion. You should quickly eliminate the influence and push Baldwin out to share their achievements.

This is a collective victory, praising the militiamen and navy who are on the front line, condolences to the families of the deceased, and..."

Lance noticed that the outpost behind him was awakened, and there was no time to talk slowly and he quickly explained the handling method briefly.

"I still have two days to fully deal with the matter in the wilderness. Instead, you have to control the radical people in the town. You can't give those guys excuses. We'll talk about everything after I get back."

"I will take care of the town's affairs, don't worry." As if aware of the change in Lance's tone, Greendale did not continue, but just agreed.

But just before hanging up, Greendale seemed to remember something and quickly added something.

"Amanda is still in a coma. She must have been mentally exhausted. Although her condition is relatively stable, it's hard to say."

Lance seemed a little surprised, but didn't say more, just nodded slightly to indicate that he knew.

The brief exchange between the two ended. Lance looked at the approaching darkness and fell into deep thought, while the torches were rising behind him.

The emergence of the church was not unexpected. He had already been prepared to deal with the church when he began to contact the outside world.

Logically speaking, the plot should be that no one paid attention to them at the beginning, but now this situation really surprised him.

The appearance of these two people saved the defeat and stabilized the defense. They also directly accumulated a lot of reputation and broke the absolute leadership position they had created in Hamlet.

You can't move, Baldwin is seriously injured, Amanda is in a coma, and Greendale alone can't beat the two church members. What's more important is the issue of reputation. They can't slap themselves in the face, but have to laugh and play.

Here I prevented my ancestor from stealing the house, but I didn't expect that the church would steal it.

Lance seems to be changing his tactics and must make a profound and meaningful alibi for his absence in Hamlet.

For this reason, he took out a set of ordinary full-body armor and put it on after a long time, then walked down the high wall with his helmet in hand.

At this time, everyone at the outpost had been mobilized. Except for the seriously injured, even the medical staff had come out.

Lance put his helmet under his arm and began to make arrangements. They did not need to participate in a frontal battle. They only needed to be alert to the cultists who might appear around them, stand on the high wall and shoot. Without his order, they could not go out of the city to engage in close combat with the cultists.

If it was normal, Lance wouldn't talk too much nonsense, just go up and do it.

But at this time, Hamlet once again mentioned how terrible it was to face the threat of the cult, and began to preach the necessity of this action.

At the same time, it also publicizes the dangers faced by the outposts now, trying to exaggerate the heavy atmosphere.

"The outpost is the guarantee for the frontline army. We must hold it and never let it down." Lance raised his sword and roared, "Hamlet will win!"

Those people responded with deafening shouts.

"Hamlet must win!"

Margaret couldn't help but feel a little infected when she heard this, but she didn't expect that Lance's next sentence immediately confused her.

"Open the door."

Shouldn't we rely on high walls to hold on and consume the enemy?

Why did you open the door?

"Now that the cultists have gathered superior forces, how do you think we can defend them once they disperse into several groups and attack?"

Looking at the approaching Margaret Lance, she explained without even opening her mouth, and then put on the helmet smoothly, and a slightly dull voice sounded.

"Execute the order soldier, no one cares who you are on the battlefield. I hope my people will teach you what a sniper is."

Of course Margaret understood what this meant.

If you want the cultists to gather together, naturally you have to open a hole and they will get in on their own. After all, no one wants to chew through the high wall.

But can it be defended?

Margaret looked back at those people, and she didn't think there was any problem. Someone actually opened the door, someone was putting a torch, and someone was already preparing to patrol the wall.

Even Laura among them was playing with her bow and arrows very calmly and checking her equipment.

Margaret had a very ridiculous feeling, but at this time, she could only collect the ammunition and rush up the high wall quickly.

Under the action of the mechanical pulley, the heavy door opened, and then braziers rose on both sides to illuminate the surrounding area of ​​the door.

Then the busy logistics moved in to stop the horses on the left and right and further narrowed the area, preparing a second line of defense. It was impossible to really let them in.

Lance, who had finished putting on his full body armor, slowly walked out alone with a long sword in his hand. Like a knight, he thrust the sword back into the ground and put his hands on the hilt.

Behind him is the open door.

There was a lot of movement at the outpost, which naturally alerted the cultists shrouded in darkness.

As they came closer, they could more clearly feel that the darkness distorted the light, and even the firelight seemed to be swallowed up.

Lance doesn't know how to talk about martial ethics with cultists, so who will challenge you to a knightly duel? Just take out the gun and do it.

"boom!"

An unlucky man hiding among them fell down and was shot directly in the head.

It seems that the darkness can distort the light, but it cannot block Lance's eyes, let alone the bullet. This shot was like the beginning of a battle. After seeing the exposure, the darkness that shrouded them disappeared, and at the same time they rushed towards the door crazily.

As for the knight standing at the door, no one cared at all. He was ignored like a "scarecrow".

Instead, Lance put away his musket, raised his hand to pull out his sword, and stood calmly on the spot.

Margaret, who was on the high wall, could clearly see hundreds of ferocious cultists appearing out of thin air in front of the outpost.

And looking at the dense crowd of heads scattered, the number is definitely not the hundred that Lance mentioned just now.

These cultists were only fifty yards away from the door, and it seemed that they could enter with just a few steps.

After all, there was only one person standing there.

The heavy pressure almost made her breathless, and she even forgot to shoot.

It was Laura's cold voice from the side that woke her up.

"You have no idea of ​​his true strength."

Laura didn’t want to comfort others, but she felt a little excited watching this scene.

She was lucky enough to witness that battle, and it had such a profound impact on her that she couldn't help but sigh.

What made her even more aware of the lord's kindness was the reimbursement of bows and arrows here. Finally, she no longer had to spend money to buy arrows.

There will never be a situation where you have to complete a task but have to stick it in backwards.

It was here that she felt what protection and respect were, rather than tools.

After she came to Hamlet, she did not lie down and wait for death. On the contrary, except for the first two days of leisure, the lord later invited her to be the instructor of the scouts, responsible for teaching them the ability to conduct field reconnaissance.

At the same time, she was asked by the lord to teach the archery of a personal guard named Caesar. From her contact with them, Laura learned a lot about the weaknesses of Hamlet's enemies, the cultists.

For those elite cultists, they cannot be killed unless their brains are destroyed.

Shooting a moving target is very difficult, let alone protected by a helmet, but it is not difficult for Lara.

"You can't escape the eyes of an eagle."

When the cultists entered the shooting range, Laura murmured, and the pupils of her eyes under the hood seemed to have changed.

Sharp eagle eyes!

The cultists running in the darkness seemed to have become sluggish in her eyes. She immediately pulled the bowstring one after another, and there were cultists who kept running and fell to the ground with their heads tilted.

Seeing that they were all inserted directly into the eyes, it seemed that they had indeed understood it before.

At this time, Margaret also came to her senses. Her ability to withstand pressure was still good, otherwise she would not have dared to run out on her own, and her experiences along the way had also tempered her will.

After taking a long breath and taking aim, she could capture the movements of hares in the forest, not to mention these slow cultists.

One shot into the soul.

The power of muskets seems to be more exaggerated than that of bows and arrows. You can see a cultist leaning back violently on the charge. He fell and never stood up again. The iron helmet cannot stop the power of lead bullets within a hundred yards. .

After seeing blood in the convoy that ambushed Michelle before, she quickly adapted to it and did not hesitate because no one was dead.

But she quickly reacted and remembered the request about the sniper.

A musket is not like a bow and arrow that can fire continuously. Each shot should select an important target.

Ordinary cultists are like weeds, and only those scantily clad cult priests are eligible to be shot.

While quickly reloading, I used the firelight to search for valuable targets in the darkness...

Lance's eyes also swept across it. He wanted to find the hidden spell caster. Even he was unwilling to let a powerful spell caster prepare evil spells in the dark. No one knew what would happen.

But those cult warriors have already come to kill us!

Seeing the swarming cultists, Lance didn't talk nonsense at all, and slashed at them with his sword.

Although this two-handed long sword designed according to ordinary people is not as good as the former [Giant Killer], it is still very heavy, especially with the blessing of his power, it is even more terrifying.

The cultists who came into contact with the sword sprayed large amounts of blood, and various broken limbs flew into the air. Those who had been cut in half were still crawling on the ground.

Why does Lance look down on them? Because these guys have been fighting Hamlet for so long and they don’t know how to adapt.

From the "Universal Card" that Hamlet pieced together at the beginning, he became a spearman and a musketeer, and then later developed a bayonet and integrated it into a musketeer, including full cavalry, artillery, medical, reconnaissance, logistics...

It can be said that it is always changing, constantly integrating forces and equipping new weapons.

On the other hand, these cultists still behave in the same old way, charging without clothes and wearing a broken helmet.

As long as they are willing to equip themselves with some armor, some crossbows or muskets, and integrate their team to display their fearlessness and powerful self-healing ability, there may not be many people in the world who can beat them.

But there is no if...

Lance didn't show his spirituality, and even the cultists didn't recognize him when he put on his helmet. He stood in front of the door and brandished a long sword. The cultists who approached him had no enemy at all.

The collision between the iron claws and the long sword caused a crisp sound of steel, and the sparks that kept bursting reflected the figure that never seemed to get tired.

Wearing armor and having to defend at the same time, these two conditions really restricted Lance's movements. No matter how strong he was, there were attacks that he couldn't avoid, especially those cultists who had to swing their claws to attack them even if they risked their lives.

Lance swung the sword with all his strength, without any intention of dodging, and just ate the attacks of the cultists forcefully.

Don't underestimate these cultists. What the Knight Armor can do is to slightly weaken them, but it cannot completely block them.

Not to mention that the long sword withstood more than the armor. It was just an ordinary weapon, so how could it withstand Lance's full blow, and it also collided head-on with the cultists' iron claws, helmets, and bones.

Being able to cut through it all depends on the terrifying brute force. After all, the blade has been broken for a long time and has lost its sharpness.

Finally, it could no longer bear the breakage in a collision. A cultist seized this rare opportunity and thrust out his claws.

The cultists are not as powerful as Lance. In fact, their control over flesh and blood allows them to explode with extremely exaggerated power.

At this time, the sharp claws directly penetrated the armor and plunged into Lance's chest, stopping his movements immediately.

But before the cultist could cheer, the broken sword was thrust back into the guy's face in the next second, and a curse came from the helmet.

"Fuck you!"

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