our family is gone

At dawn, the town of Hamlet woke up as usual, and the hardworking people started their busy day early.

This day-to-day boring labor did not make them feel bored, but a fulfilling and stable life soothed their hearts.

Human fireworks, family short stories can be seen everywhere in the small town.

It's just that the fireworks in some places seem a bit too big...

Seeing the column of smoke rising into the sky, everyone in the town couldn't help but look in that direction.

"Isn't there a farm over there?"

"Could it be a fire?"

"What happened?"

Just as everyone was discussing, the alarm bell sounded, and all the soldiers on vacation canceled their vacation and rushed to the camp. Those sheriffs began to patrol outside. At this time, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Is it a robber or a bandit? Or a cultist?"

"I think it's those deserters. I heard that there has been a war outside."

"It won't be here, will it?"

"Who cares about the enemy, I'm going to help defend, anyone who wants to come in first ask the guy in my hand." The man put down his work and walked towards the town.

"I've been in militia training, I'm going too."

"Count me in!"

After someone took the lead, many people responded soon.

Which nobleman in the empire can pull up a team at will?
Other lords may not be able to fight like this when encountering the enemy's desperate efforts, but Hamlet and others take the initiative to take responsibility without even asking the lord.

the reason is simple.

In the past, they used their own flesh and blood to support the entire empire, but they didn't ask for much.

They just want to live, what's wrong with them?

But what do they get?
After experiencing a series of escapes from natural and man-made disasters, I really understand what it means to be "better to be a dog of peace than to be a person in troubled times."

Fortunately, the lord saved them and accepted them, bringing them new hope.

From eating some to being full, and now I can still eat meat from time to time.

Labor is rewarded, there will be no difficulties in management, and there will be no oppression by nobles and bureaucrats.

If you save some money, you can send your children to school to learn how to read. Today, the children of this family will be rewarded with eggs, and tomorrow, the children of that family will be rewarded with milk.

Everyone can feel that the days are getting better day by day.

But now someone wants to destroy that life and take away their hope.

Then ask them if they agree!

At this moment, even the most honest people picked up the guys around them and followed them.

Sometimes people are just that weird.

You say they are weak and can be bullied, just like the villages slaughtered by the wolf warriors, no one dared to resist even though they knew they were doomed.

At this time, once these same ordinary people have faith and someone takes the lead, then they will explode with terrifying power.

All who slight them will pay the price.

The people in the refugee camp on the other side also saw the smoke column, but most of them looked like they didn't care about it, and they didn't care about it at all, and they didn't understand what it meant.

And in one of the tattered tents, several cultists began to meet.

"Shall we do it now?"

"No, after they send out troops, someone will respond to us."

Several people gathered together and whispered something, and sure enough, after the well-equipped cavalry left, some voices began to be heard in the refugee camp.

What war has come to this side...

What they were abandoned to die...

What lord sold them...

what……

Why do rumors have a market?Because it fits the emotional needs of those people.

These were originally escaped from the flames of war, and the refugees who wanted to stay away from the war naturally caused a strong reaction when they heard these words.

And the guy who spread the rumors finally revealed his real purpose.

"The only way to survive is by fleeing into town."

"Run away!"

"Why can they eat meat and we only have gruel?"

"Go in, eat his mother, drink his mother!"

"Follow me brothers!"

There was a sound of agitation, and an inexplicable smell spread among the crowd. The strange force shook their minds and drew out the emotions in the hearts of the refugees. Soon the entire camp was controlled by chaos, which further intensified the panic.

At this time, a few guys ran out to take the lead, and these refugees also started to move towards Hamlet, but those few leaders slowly disappeared into the crowd.

Hundreds of refugees were encouraged to rush towards the town, and it would be chaotic if these guys got in, not to mention the cultists among them.

But you need to know where Hamlet's barracks is, it happens to be at the entrance of the town.

When these refugees came over, what they saw was a town blocked by an army that had been fully prepared and blocked in front of them.

This is an infantry force of 50 men in double formation.

Their equipment has been updated, there are no longer spearmen, and all of them are equipped with long-barreled muskets.

In order to ensure their close combat capabilities, the top military leaders have also made improvements, and they can be seen wearing a short-barreled musket and a bayonet on their waists.

When needed, they also have good melee capabilities as long as they are equipped with bayonets.

This group is the first to complete the change of equipment and adapt to the new tactics and various arrangements through training. They were going to the wilderness to change defenses in a few days, but now they are given an actual combat environment.

Standing out of the team was the team leader holding a tin horn and shouting to the refugees.

"Stop immediately! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

"Return immediately, or shoot and kill!"

"..."

Faced with the black refugees approaching, these soldiers did not respond, but calmly raised their muskets, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

The shouting did not make them understand, but the soldier's action undoubtedly poured cold water on the restless refugees, and the threat of death calmed them down.

The three hundred or so people immediately became chaotic within themselves, and some of them directly left the team and wanted to return to the camp, which made the cultists dissatisfied.

Who are you shrinking from?
Do you want us to go up?
Immediately encouraged more vigorously.

"Don't trust them! You will be killed by them when you go back, so you might as well go up and fight with them."

"They dare not shoot!"

"The musket is useless. Last time I was shot, I lay down for three days and it was fine."

Those cult members mixed in the crowd spoke all kinds of violent remarks, and were forced to take the lead again.

But their pace never stopped, but no one fired, which made those people feel that the soldiers were afraid to do anything, so they couldn't help speeding up their pace.

Soon the distance reached 150 yards, and the leader naturally put down the horn in his hand.

He shouted because there are regulations on how to deal with mobs in the army, and he had to make it clear first, and he would be fine if he didn't listen to the warning.

In fact, most of the leaders and soldiers also hated these guys who were rescued by the lord but made trouble. They only shouted and didn't shoot because they hadn't entered the range.

And now the moment they stepped into range the outcome was already sealed.

"Shooting in a row!"

There are no scruples in this era. If you dare to make trouble, you must be prepared to pay the price.

Following the leader's shout, the gunmen in that row fired without any hesitation.

The overlapping gunshots resounded through the entire open space with deafening roars, and the gunpowder smoke that rose instantly formed a smoke screen.

They have no experience in dealing with muskets, and the crows gathered together gave them ambition, but they also became the best targets.

There was no need to even aim, when the bullets roared into the dense crowd, causing a large number of casualties in an instant.

The face was smashed, and the head was directly blown off, splashing juice like a watermelon, causing the surrounding people to howl in horror.

Some hands and feet were directly interrupted... Some abdomens were crushed...

This is the power of a large-caliber flintlock gun, which can cause serious damage as long as it is touched.

But the shooting of the soldiers did not stop. When the first row finished firing and reloaded, the second row had already raised their guns forward.

"shooting!"

In the sound of the order, there was a neat gunshot, like a scythe cutting wheat, and it fell directly to the side.

This is the power of shooting in line, which can quickly tear apart the enemy's formation and defeat the enemy's psychology.

Painful wailing resounded among the refugees, and this round of shooting dissipated their greed in an instant, and they ran around in terror, wanting to escape.

But the cultists hiding in it felt inexplicable power. They were not afraid of the blood splashing on their bodies at all, and even took the initiative to grab the blood and stuff it into their mouths, and then they felt as if endless power was emerging from their bodies.

"Haha...hahaha..."

"Flesh soars!"

"God, take me away..."

Under the temptation of flesh and blood, these cultists hidden in the crowd began to lose control, and the surrounding refugees became their primary target.

They didn't have weapons, but like crazy zombies, they fell down on the nearby refugees, scratched and bit, and bit off the flesh and blood, and the oozing blood made their entire faces look crazy and full of evil.

Now the refugees were even more chaotic. They were chased by the blood-stained cultists and even dared to ask the soldiers for help.

"help me!"

"Please help me!"

"Ah! Get out of here!"

It's just that the soldiers calling for help in the face of those refugees didn't respond at all. Some were silently reloading, while the first row just now had finished reloading and raised their guns towards those who dared to approach.

No matter if they are really asking for help or for whatever reason, don't let them come close.

"shot!"

Bullets don't have eyes, they attack directly and indiscriminately, sweeping away those refugees and cultists.

The indifference of the soldiers who turned around to fill in was in sharp contrast to the madness of those people. It seemed that they didn't care about the lives and deaths of these refugees at all.

And it is.

It is true that some of the refugee camps are queuing, but more of them are accumulated slackers.

The conditions are relaxed, as long as you are willing to work, you can have a good meal.

But these people neither want to work, nor do they want to continue fleeing, so they lie flat here and prostitute for nothing. It was originally a bowl of gruel for newcomers every day.

The presence of these people pollutes Hamlet, and there are many people in the town who are dissatisfied with this, and there are many opinions in the army.

Everyone thinks the lord is too merciful...

And now is the time to get rid of these moths and show them that there is a price to pay for whoring for nothing.

"shooting!"

There was another order, followed by gunshots, sweeping away anyone who dared to approach.

It's just that 50 people lined up in two rows and fired consecutively, turning the 150 yards into a death distance. This is the power of the Musketeers after the number increases.

Especially for these unarmored refugees, it is like a harvester, and it has a kind of beauty of strength.

"All down!"

"Surrender without killing!"

The team leader shouted again when he saw almost the same. It was not the first time they faced those cultists, and they knew that if they continued to kill those cultists, they would become stronger.

Finally, most of them got down under the threat of death.

But the chaos was not quelled. When the refugees fell down and surrendered, the cultists who were still standing were very conspicuously revealed.

They are not afraid of the power of muskets, and even if they are crippled by bullets, they are difficult to stop. As long as they grab the corpses on the ground and devour their flesh and blood, they can see that the wounds on their bodies are healing at an inhuman speed.

On the contrary, death brought them strength, and their emaciated limbs began to become powerful.

It's just that a large amount of power in a short period of time broke their brains, but the desire for flesh and blood and death became even stronger.

In contrast, those musketeers were still reloading calmly, and they would not be affected by the outside world at all.

"shooting!"

The roar of gunfire, mad slaughter!
……

The army stopped the refugees outside the town, but how could the Ascension Sect's method be so simple.

Those who mixed in with the refugees thought that the farms outside were bait to lure the cavalry away, but for those cultists who really acted, the refugees outside the town were also bait to entangle the army.

Some elite cultists had been lurking around the town for a long time, and when the refugee started to entangle the army, they appeared from all over the surrounding area, scattered and rushed into the town to start killing and destroying.

They're going to bring terror to Hamlet, and show them who's...

Just waiting for them to break in, they found that all the intersections entering the town were guarded by militiamen with spears. Those eliminated spears were well used to arm these brave men who were willing to stand up and defend Hamlet.

And there were not only spearmen, but also militiamen holding wooden shields. Looking at the orderly appearance of the teams, they were obviously trained.

Lance knows how bad Hamlet is, and has always organized and trained some militiamen. They don't need to be like the regular army, they just need to be a little organized and understand orders.

Just like it is now, isn't the effect manifested?

How many of those cultists could there be?Consumed by Lance's repeated blows, at least they couldn't pull out so many people around Hamlet.

On the contrary, Lance can easily pull out several times the militia. These people have undergone simple military training, are organized, and have morale blessings in local operations.

At the same time, these people and those security officers transferred from the army are responsible for leadership. What they need is not to kill the enemy, but to maintain order. When encountering the enemy, they will evacuate the people, or go up to hold them back and wait for support.

Very conservative, but good enough for them.

Because there are still some ruthless people in the town. (end of this chapter)