our family is gone

Chapter 179 Attacked
Go back to the station and find Tiffany. During this time, she has been coordinating the goods and arranging loading and so on.

"Are you all ready?"

"The cargo has been loaded on the ship, and sailors have been selected from among those refugees and completed training to help keep the ship sailing.

It's just that it's a bit difficult for this ship to hold more than 2000 people?Besides, the sea is not calm, so we only bring food and fresh water for seven days..."

Tiffany was a little tangled. Although it was a big ship, a ship normally operated with only five or sixty people, and nearly 60 people were crammed into it. It can be said that there was no room to turn around.

Not to mention only prepare this little food and fresh water, what to eat if something goes wrong?
She worried that Lance did not understand the risks of shipping, and this arrangement was against common sense.

"They are fleeing now, do you think they are traveling?"

Lance's arrangement is very simple and rude, one ship is loaded with goods, as well as those craftsmen and valuable talents, while the other ship is simply a slave ship.

Stuffing people into the cargo hold is literally transporting them as cargo.

If he wants to accommodate so many people, the cargo compartment must be emptied, and he has no choice but to prepare supplies for seven days.

You can return to Hamlet in four days, and preparing supplies for seven days is already taking into account accidents.

Tiffany has nothing to say about Lance's arrangement, and the arrangement is done honestly.

I have to say that Tiffany didn't feel any pressure after lying down. She had a headache every day with the operation of the caravan, but her orders couldn't be implemented, so she could only watch the caravan decline.

But now you only need to follow the instructions, and you don't have to worry about other things. The orders that were originally difficult to implement have become easier and smoother.

"My lord, the camp was attacked by those refugees!"

A handyman ran in, panting heavily.

"Ha!" Tiffany immediately became irritable when she heard this, shaking her hands as if she didn't know where to put them.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you panicking?" Lance looked calm, only his eyes were slightly closed.

This sentence directly made Tiffany react, and the flustered heart of the calm Lance was instantly supported.

"Then what do we do now?"

"Go and see the situation on the scene~"

Lance didn't bother to talk nonsense, so he rushed directly to the camp outside the city.

He has been preparing for so long outside, and now everything is ready, if something goes wrong, it will be a big trouble~
By the time Lance arrived, the situation had already stabilized, and the refugees besieging the camp had already retreated, only a strong stench lingered in the sky and refused to dissipate for a long time.

When he approached, he could only see the ground around the camp was bloody, with all kinds of broken corpses spread all over the ground, and the blood even gathered into a stream and flowed into the river like a stream, staining the river red with blood.

Tiffany had never seen such a scene before, so she couldn't resist throwing it up, but Lance walked over as if nothing had happened.

Among these corpses, Boudica is patrolling with a halberd, and his body is stained red with blood, so he can be called a blood man.

I could see a little wound on her body. Although this guy was injured, he was still excited. He didn't care about the wound at all. When he saw Lance coming over, he yelled.

"Boss! Look, I'm all sharks."

"You've done a good job, I'll give you two more glasses of wine tonight." Lance didn't talk nonsense, and directly raised his hand to activate [Flesh Reconstruction] to heal all the minor injuries on her body.

Boudica had experienced this kind of treatment before, and she didn't react too surprised. According to her, Lance has magical powers like the head of the tribe.

And after hearing that she was drinking, she didn't care about these minor injuries and pains, and acted like a happy child.

Lance looked at the silly Boudica and found that this guy is quite useful, because she is even more unlimited than Disma, as long as the order is given, she can kill no matter what woman or child you are.

Many of the refugees who tried to attack the camp were old and weak.

And what she needs is not much, and it is easy to satisfy her.

For example, now she has successfully completed the tasks assigned to her by protecting the camp, and the reward is only two glasses of wine.

But she has no brains, and it is impossible to ask the origin of the matter from her mouth.

"Go wash it, you're so dirty."

After Lance sent her away, he stepped into the camp,
"grown ups."

Seeing Lance approaching, the camp supervisor hurried forward, seeing that he was in a state of desperation and knew that he was in trouble.

He was ready to be scolded, but Lance didn't mean to be violent, but asked the actual situation directly.

"How are the casualties?"

"Twelve wounded, two killed." The supervisor was clear about the situation and replied immediately.

"Go, show me."

Lance was not surprised to hear this. The corpses of the refugees outside were scattered all over the place, which showed that the impact must have been extensive, and it was impossible for Boudica alone to stop them all.

Fortunately, he had selected a group of refugees from among the refugees, and joined forces with the guards of the merchant group to form a guard team to maintain the safety of the camp.

And it worked well at this time.

Lance went forward to inspect the wounded in person.

Although he was prepared, he couldn't help frowning when he saw those injured.

No one here knows how to treat wounds, bandages and treatments, and the wounded just lie on the ground, only their families look after them.

And there are two other families who are throwing themselves on the corpse and crying, but there will be no more responses.

Surrounded by some terrified refugees, they were obviously frightened by the situation just now. They knew that the threat was never far away, and their uneasy emotions were squeezed in their hearts.

"My lord." A refugee noticed Lance walking towards him, and everyone focused on him for a moment.

With so many eyes on him, Lance did not show any timidity. On the contrary, his steps became more and more steady, his expression was solemn, and he always had a strong sense of oppression.

The family members of the dead and injured noticed that Lance was approaching, and the grief on his face quickly faded, but it was not relieved, but showed an uncontrollable panic.

It's very simple. When a man dies or is injured, the main labor force of the family also disappears. Orphans and widows are not of much value to a master. They are afraid of being kicked out of the camp. How can they go out in this situation? survive~
Strong emotions of grief squeezed their last sanity, and a mother pulled the child and knelt down towards Lance.

"My lord, please don't drive us away, we can work."

The reaction of the other company was not bad, they wanted to fight for the weak hope, and their reaction further increased the pressure of the crowd, and it could even be said that anxiety rose in everyone's heart.

This newly established camp has already begun to be in danger~
Even Lance was touched by this scene, and he didn't care about raising his airs, so he hurried to help him up.

"Get up quickly, how could I drive you out?" Lance's strength was not something they could resist, and he was lifted up forcefully, "They died to protect the camp, they are heroes, how can I drive the family members of the heroes out?" Walk."

"Thank you, sir! I will definitely work hard." The panic on the woman's face subsided a little, and she thanked them with tears for keeping them.

"Your family will directly restore their status as free citizens. When I return to the territory, I will subsidize your family every month. I will send the child to school and take care of his school expenses until the child becomes an adult at the age of 16."

Speaking of which, Lance looked up at the people around him, and emphasized loudly: "I will not abandon my people!"

After he finished speaking, the audience was dead silent. Instead of the passion he expected, there was a look of distrust.

Lance understood that empty words were useless, because the conditions he put forward were too generous. This was unprecedented and beyond their comprehension.

But Lance is not in a hurry, the facts will tell them the answer.

The crying has not stopped. It was a child who was forcibly pulled over by his mother just now.

"What's your name?"

Lance knelt down and pulled a child closer to him, wiping the tears off his face with his hand.

"Ro...y."

"Remember Roy, your father is a hero, he protected everyone, and you are the son of a hero, be strong."

The child looked at the man in front of him and nodded subconsciously. He couldn't understand this sentence at his age, but he stopped crying for some reason.

This scene is more soothing than those empty words, greatly easing the tension of the crowd and letting the disturbed refugees breathe a sigh of relief.

After calming down the biggest problem, Lance was free to focus on the wounded.

Those refugees didn't have many weapons, and the injuries they caused weren't too serious, they were just skin wounds.

But the most fear is infection. In this era, once infected, it is quite dead.

"I'm coming, you go and boil a pot of water..."

Lance waved his hands to let the family members back away, checked the situation and then took action himself, using these wounded as examples to teach them how to clean the wounds, and then disinfect and bandage them.

Those refugees who were handpicked by him already knew him and knew that he was a noble lord, but they didn't expect to be so friendly and take care of the wounded by themselves.

Those wounded were even more grateful. In this era, they were afraid of being injured because of the high risk of death. At the same time, they were even more afraid that the lord would abandon them because of their injuries.

The words just now did not give them much sense of security, and their distrust of the master was almost engraved in their blood.

And now Lance has proved with practical actions that he will not give up on them.

"What was the situation? How did you get hurt?"

During the treatment, Lance learned about the situation by the way.

It's very simple, the reason why it happened is that he rescued Joan of Arc's mother and daughter today, and the gangsters who hacked to death were gang members among the refugees.

After the gang knew about it, they launched an attack on the camp, and at the same time, some refugees who wanted a share of the pie also rushed up.

The guards barely relied on the camp to fight back. If it weren't for Boudica's bravery and bloody slaughter that deterred most of the refugees, it would be difficult to maintain this simple camp just by relying on this guard.

In fact, Lance already knew about it when he saw the corpse outside, because the proportion of young and middle-aged people inside was too high, and these people did not seem to be hungry.

In this area, there are only gang members composed of refugees. Those guys expand rapidly after the number of refugees increases, and then rely on control and exploitation of other refugees to survive.

It can be said that Lance's ostentatious recruitment of refugees has touched their interests, and there has been no outbreak before, probably because they are uncertain about their background.

But why do you dare to do it today?

there is a problem~
It's just that Lance has more important things to deal with at the moment, so he gave instructions to the supervisor.

"Go and call all the guards over."

The supervisor took the order to arrange it quickly, and soon a guard team of more than 200 people gathered.

Lance looked at the loose team, glanced around, and then said: "At that time, I signed up voluntarily. I also said when I joined that you should know what your responsibilities are~"

After the words fell, the guards felt a pressure, and some people couldn't help but look around.

"The one who fled from the fight just now, the one who retreated stood up by himself."

Speaking of this, some of the guards immediately showed a flustered expression, but they tried their best to cover it up, and no one stood up.

Lance is not surprised, not everyone has the guts to admit what they have done, and it is for this reason that those who are responsible can only be appreciated.

"They eat porridge, you eat bread and meat, and you enjoy better conditions than them, so naturally you have to bear corresponding responsibilities, and is this how you bear it?
You should be the protectors of the camp, but look at the people around you, you have abandoned them, look at the dead and wounded brothers, you have abandoned your teammates, you have failed my trust in you, you do not deserve to join the guards, you do not deserve such good treatment. "

After finishing speaking, Lance waved his hand towards the refugees around him.

"Now tell me who ran away, who retreated, who abandoned you just now!"

Originally, Lance's words resonated with the masses. These people enjoyed better treatment than themselves, but abandoned themselves at critical moments.

"It's him!"

"This guy ran away just now!"

"It was him who escaped and let the enemy in so that I was injured by the enemy."

"..."

The crowd was furious, and countless people stood up and pointed to the guards, but nothing was clearer than those wounded.

The anger in these people's hearts was hooked out, and the anxiety and fear on their faces were also occupied by anger, especially under the influence of the environment, their brains completely lost their minds, and they wanted to rush forward and tear the dereliction of duty guards to pieces!
And those guards were shrouded in unprecedented pressure, and no matter whether they escaped or not, they all showed expressions of fear.

They could only hold on to the spears in their hands, but the spears that were supposed to be aimed at the enemy vaguely aimed at their own people.

If anyone is a bit reckless, a melee may be on the verge of breaking out.

"boom!"

At this time, a gunshot interrupted the gradually out-of-control atmosphere, and Lance felt the eyes gathered before speaking.

"Everyone be quiet! Next I will issue a trial."

(End of this chapter)