our family is gone

Chapter 308 Night Attack
These conversations between the two did not cover up anything, and many people around heard these words.

The recruits who had just come down from the battlefield had just experienced fighting against pirates, so they couldn't help feeling angry when they heard these words.

Lance noticed this, and did not choose to appease their excited emotions. Instead, he agitated, took the opportunity to promote the hatred between the navy and the pirates, and then filled their hearts with hatred.

"Today's battle is just the beginning. Hamlet will stand up again from today, and will no longer be bullied by anyone. None of the pirates who once invaded us will be able to escape.

They invade our homes, they bring carnage, then we answer them dead, tell the pirates that Hamlet may have fallen, but when he rises again all enemies will tremble! "

"Hamlet must win!"

Fanatical shouts resounded throughout the ship, while Lance observed all this calmly. After calming down a little, he raised the musket in his hand and placed it in Wilson's hand.

"Take this gun, Hamlet's navy is not gone, Lucas's spirit is with the navy and will never be extinguished."

"Yes!"

The situation that had calmed down a little bit became intense again, and Lance mobilized the emotions of those soldiers with just a few words.

Leonard stood aside. He had experienced a long jihad and met many legion leaders, but at this moment he could only sigh: "The lord is really a natural leader."

Lance used this incident to mobilize the soldiers' emotions and rooted their hatred for pirates in their hearts, so that they would not hesitate as much as before when encountering them in the future.

It wasn't even over yet, he was going to launder the coat and set up a Lucas cenotaph in the cemetery, continuing to honor his spirit.

The hatred must be inherited, and the old ancestor must be found responsible for the bad things he did.

After all, you can't tell them that it was the ancestor who really killed so many people in Hamlet.

I can only suffer from the pirates again...

The aftermath of the pirate incident quickly subsided, because for the current size of Hamlet, pirates with less than a hundred people could not make any trouble at all. Move on to another matter.

"Today the fleet and convoy are going out again."

"Isn't it? It's been packed for three days, and it's all full."

"..."

The sun had not yet fully risen, and it was still daylight. Lance was standing on the pier. In front of him was a half-grown young man. He was Little John, an apprentice from the grain store at that time.

He has a bit of talent for being a businessman, and he himself is diligent and studious. Whenever he has time, he goes to school to attend lectures. He can read and count, so he can be regarded as a self-taught talent.

"Are you afraid of going with the boat this trip?"

"Don't be afraid!" Little John said without any hesitation, "I will do whatever my lord asks me to do."

"Okay, I'm very optimistic about you, follow everyone to watch and learn more, and see one of the most prosperous cities in the world." Lance smiled and patted him on the shoulder, showing very close.

These two ships are full of goods, and if they are shipped to Totnes and sold, they will need various resources on the next trip back. People from the business group will be responsible for these things, but Lance has to start training his own people and give newcomers some resources. Chance.

After all, with his support, the business group will definitely continue to expand, and there are not enough people for this.

"The safety of the merchant ship is entrusted to you. The task is very heavy, but I trust you." Lance turned to look at Captain Wilson. This is the Navy's first escort mission.

"Soldiers who don't go to sea are what kind of navy. I've long wanted to take those stinky boys out for a walk." Wilson was very forthright, and he firmly believed that the young man needed more experience to truly become a navy soldier.

It's not that Lance didn't think about using the influence of the Redbeard Pirates in this sea area to hang their skull flag, even if they encounter pirates, they probably won't do anything to them.

Anyway, after leaving this sea area and then dismantling it, the influence of the red beard can be used for nothing.

But the truth is not actionable.

Because the route of this trip is not directly to Totnes, but to dock in several cities, not only for supplies, but also to open up the route, so that this route will become more popular again.

As long as it is profitable, those merchants will find it by themselves. Only when this sea route is active can Hamlet's situation be revived.

Then it cannot be related to pirates, otherwise it will cause uneasiness in those towns.

Not to mention that Lance only promoted hatred two days ago. Although wearing a pirate flag today can avoid being robbed by pirates, it will greatly hurt the mood of the navy.

So no more.

Or go on honestly relying on strength.

After the arrangements were made, the two cargo ships and a frigate set off for the sea facing the halo on the horizon.

Lance just stood there for a few minutes and then left directly. He still has a lot of things to do, after all, today is also the day for the team to start.

Walter also got up early, and the boat can go directly on board, but there are hundreds of people in the convoy, and there are many ways to go.

Fortunately, Vic and a few old people helped, and the goods had already been packed, and they could go as long as they were put on the horse.

"Good morning, my lord." When Walter saw the lord coming up, he hurriedly greeted him. His attitude was very willing to be the result of two days of study.

Hamlet has indeed changed a lot in the month since I left. This lord's ability is really too strong. Basically, he has rebuilt a town in a short period of time, so he has to accept it.

"Are you all right?"

"No, we can go right away."

"I will lead the cavalry to go ahead and wipe out the bandits and horse bandits, but don't let your guard down, because no one knows how much of this information is reliable."

The two exchanged the situation, and without waiting for the convoy, Lance took Disma and Boudica, as well as the carefully selected forty cavalry, and set off first.

"Go, follow me out to suppress the bandits."

"Hamlet must win!"

Forty armored cavalry is already very exaggerated in this kind of place, and when the horses run, the vibrations are very shocking.

This is just light cavalry, if it is heavy cavalry, if it is four hundred, four thousand... what a sight it would be to become a torrent of steel...

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"It's only been a few days since they left, and it seems that they have really completely abandoned these camps."

Geralt inspected the abandoned camp, but within a few days, it looked as if it had been abandoned for more than half a year, and the lush vegetation had taken over, and the ground was directly covered with green sprouts and slender vines. Also climbed into the camp tent.

On the other side, Tardif was also checking the remaining traces of the camp. He hoped that this was a fake, but it was obvious that this place was indeed abandoned.

In other words, his bounty was gone again.

Thinking of this, Tardiff couldn't help but curse.

"I curse this damn place!"

His reaction was not too strange to the others, obviously not the first day.

In fact, Geralt's team had been searching for a few days in the wilderness. The map revealed an increasingly large area, but they didn't find any more. The only clues were the camps that had been abandoned long ago.

"It's getting late, let's take a rest for now." Geralt went around the place to make sure there was nothing wrong before he proposed to set up camp.

Several other people have no objection, after all, there is a ready-made shelter here, although it is a bit gloomy, but whoever is not a person with unique skills on the field, how can he be afraid of these.

Soon the camp was set up and the bonfire was lit.

"Check how many days your food and water can last?"

They don't have the storage space of a Lance showroom, so one of the things limiting their movement is logistics.

You have to bring your own food and drink, and in order not to affect the battle, you must not bring too much, so seven-day rations and water are almost the limit.

And after a few days of consumption, it was obvious that there were not many supplies left.

There are no pots and bowls, only iron pots to boil water, and what they eat is compressed bread, dried meat, and cheese.

In fact, this kind of logistics is already very good for Tardif.

After several people tidied up, Geralt got a bad news. Everyone's food can last for two or three days, which means that after they set aside two days to go back, they can squeeze out the limit for another day. Come explore.

"Just go back and come back after resupplying. We still have something to gain from this trip, after all, we know the movements of those cultists." Geralt reassured everyone, and then discussed tomorrow's tactics with Barristan.

Junia didn't pay attention to this, she was still praying after eating.

As for Tardiff, he seemed a bit lonely, checking the equipment and sharpening the blade by himself, ready to fight at any time.

Soon the night fell, and several people gathered around the bonfire, simply lying on the cleared ground, only Geralt sat with his sword in his arms.

After the night watchmen were left behind, the camp gradually fell into silence, except for the crackling of the bonfire from time to time.

Even Geralt, who was watching the night, couldn't help closing his eyes slowly to rest his mind, and the light of the bonfire gradually faded, and darkness approached.

"#￥%&..."

A tiny sound from nowhere startled Geralt in an instant, he opened his eyes abruptly, and a touch of golden color emerged to look at the darkness in the distance.

But there was nothing unusual, quiet... Everything just now was like an auditory hallucination.

Geralt's movements also froze in place, but this situation could not last for a few seconds before he suddenly let out a loud cry.

"Enemy attack!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled out his long sword with his backhand and swung it towards the darkness. There was the sound of gold and iron clashing, and the bursting sparks instantly illuminated a figure in the darkness.

In the next second, this figure slammed into the range of the fire, which was different from the cultists I met before. He was wearing a black iron helmet full of religious meaning, and his hands had two iron claws as weapons.

He heard from Lance that these are the real elites of the Ascension Sect, not those trash fish.

But what bothered Geralt even more was that it wasn't just one, a shadow moving rapidly in the darkness was approaching.

Fortunately, that sound also woke up the other three people. They were all sleeping in armor. When encountering such a situation, they immediately got up and rushed forward with their weapons.

"Kill!" Tardiff was emotionally affected by the bad luck of the past few days, and these guys happened to bump into him.

I saw him pick up the ax and slashed up. His fighting posture was outstanding, he was ferocious, and he was born with supernatural power.

Walter didn't talk nonsense, this guy's combat effectiveness is really strong, and he can be called a natural killing machine.

"Accept the punishment!" Junia shouted excitedly, raised her warhammer, and a bolt of lightning burst out directly on a rushing cultist.

After the naked upper body came into contact with the condensed flash of divine power, it immediately turned into a piece of scorched black as if it had been burned by fire, in which there was a hole in the skin and flesh.

But those guys didn't care about these injuries. On the contrary, Junia's exposure of the church's identity immediately attracted even stronger revenge. Not only this one, but the believers on the other side also targeted her. Come here, I don't know what kind of hatred or resentment.

It's okay for Junia to cast magic spells, but her actual combat ability, especially melee combat, is a little bit reluctant, and she can barely deal with one with a heavy armor.

But it is very dangerous if you are besieged.

Fortunately, believers have companions, and so does Junia, and they are very solid barriers.

"Stand behind me!"

Barristan raised his shield and charged, directly pushing the sharp claws away, even knocking the cultist back a few steps, and taking advantage of his unsteady footing, the Morning Star Hammer was already aimed at the enemy and thrown out.

There was a loud bang, it was the collision between the hammer and the helmet, but this kind of blunt blow was difficult to protect even with a helmet on, and his already staggering footsteps became even more wobbly, visible to the naked eye.

Geralt's counterattack in the face of the night attack was also fierce. He even changed his previous conservative attitude and killed the enemy in front of him as soon as possible even if it was a risk.

The long sword pierced through the believer's heart, but he still didn't kill him. Instead, he wanted to use his body to restrain Geralt's weapon. Regardless of approaching actively, he swung his claws to take Geralt's head.

But Geralt, who has experienced many battles, how could he fall here, kicked and pulled out the long sword, and then swung the head of the cultist with his backhand, and finally he was dead and could not die again.

The death of the enemy in front of him didn't let Geralt relax in any way, on the contrary, he was still sweeping into the darkness with high vigilance.

He was very sure that he heard it right, the voice was the cult priest preparing some sorcery.

The attack that summoned the Void Demon almost killed the lord. Thinking of Geralt's immediate enemy, he understood that the team must not let it go if they want to survive.

But his eyes that can see through the night can't see through the darkness. The enemy must have used some kind of sorcery to hide his figure. How can he find the hidden cult priest?

Geralt backhanded to free Junia from the fight, and then yelled, "There's an enemy hiding around, I need to find him."

Everyone had known each other's abilities before, so Junia naturally understood what Geralt meant, and immediately held up the scripture.

"God said let there be light..."

Then a scorching sun the size of a fist rose in front of her, and then exploded. The light instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness, and this moment was like daytime.

(End of this chapter)