our family is gone

Chapter 46

The old road in the dark night looks very strange, with grave mounds everywhere, sarcophagi that have been pulled half open, collapsed and barren abandoned buildings, twisted and weird old trees, and thorns growing wantonly.

Plus the beasts that have invaded the range of human activities as the popularity of the old roads has become scarce.

Even the ferocious bandits are reluctant to leave the camp when night comes, and only feel a little more at ease under the shelter of the bonfire.

A dilapidated camp appeared among them, and a bonfire was gathered inside and several people sat around it.

"Damn it, I haven't seen anyone for so many days. If this goes on, I'm going to eat tree roots."

"Who isn't~ If you want me to say, everyone should go to the city to have a good time."

"You have a wanted warrant on your body, don't you know how much your head is worth?"

"That's better than waiting to die here!"

"Find a few more brothers, go to the town to make a big ticket and leave this ghost place."

"That's right, I haven't seen a woman for a long time."

"Hey! Don't tell me, when I think of those women, I..."

The bandit gave a weird laugh, his face was covered with a lewd smile, but before he finished speaking, a crossbow arrow shot into his mouth and penetrated directly, and the whole person fell on his head before he could react.

"Who!"

"It's a crossbow bolt."

"Take cover quickly."

The remaining bandits yelled, then picked up their weapons in a panic, and then tried to hide their figures as much as possible.

But the crossbow didn't mean to wait for them. In their panic, another arrow shot at another bandit.

The unlucky guy didn't die directly, but the wailing sound made his companion feel terrified.

"It's fire!"

"Quick! Put out the bonfire."

These bandits finally realized that the light of the fire exposed their position, and one of them wanted to rush out to put out the bonfire, but the crossbow arrows fired in the darkness did not stop, and the man fell down as soon as his head appeared.

It's just that the remaining bandits didn't care about the lives of their companions at all, but shouted loudly.

"Quick! It takes time to draw the bow."

"It's now!"

Although everyone shouted loudly, in fact, no one was willing to show their heads and leave the shelter to take the risk of putting out the fire.

After shouting a few times and nothing happened, the whole camp fell into an eerie silence.

The oppressive atmosphere continued to pressurize the hearts of the remaining bandits, and finally some couldn't help but choose a direction to break out and want to escape from the camp. As long as they entered the wilderness, he believed that no one could catch up to him.

"If you don't leave, there will be no chance!"

And after this sound, other people broke out in different directions, and everyone knew that they were gambling their lives.

Betting that the arrow didn't hit you, betting that there is no enemy in your direction.

And it was obvious that two of them lost the bet, and the crossbow arrows fired one after another took them down, and after the remaining bandits fled into the darkness, there was a fierce fight, but it soon subsided, and no one knew what happened whats the matter.

It was just the last scream that announced their result.

"I surrender, don't kill me."

Finally, a bandit couldn't hold back anymore, stopped and raised his hands.

But this time no arrows were shot, and just as he let go of his suspended heart, a light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Pain immediately took over his brain, but it was more fear and fear.

What happened?
But soon he gave up thinking, because a long sword slashed across his head.

And at the last moment he saw a metal armor wielding a long sword.

Leonard walked out of the darkness and entered the range of the bonfire, the blood on the long sword in his hand condensed into drops along the edge of the sword and then slid down.

On the other side, several other people also came up, and Disma was holding a crossbow, which was more suitable for the current environment than a pistol.

Then came Barristan, and behind him was Lance, who looked a little strange in his helmet.

I saw him holding a crossbow in his hand, a dagger and a musket hanging from his waist, and a backpack carrying a lot of things on his back.

Bows and crossbows are two cases. Bows and arrows can do a lot of magical operations, but they need matching proficiency, otherwise it is not as obvious as swinging the bow and hitting people.

But the crossbowman is not the case. The training requirements of this thing are very low, and the feedback is obvious. Lance has also practiced hard in the training camp for a few days.

Although the technology is not as good as that of Disma, it is easy to deal with these miscellaneous fish. Just like the old farmer wielding a sickle, he easily harvested the lives of those bandits.

It is probably Disma who pursues a one-hit kill with a headshot, and Lance usually aims at the body for accuracy.

Lance is very clear about his role. He is a support, responsible for adding blood to other people, part-time long-range shooter, and providing firepower output.

Although he beat up those recruits, Lance still didn't want to rush up to melee. As the saying goes, a gentleman can't stand under a dangerous wall, and he didn't want to take risks as long as they could solve it.

Sacrifice those corpses, then collect their relics to count before the campfire.

I have to say that these people have a little money in their hands, and I think they robbed the town a lot back then.

It's just that most of them are copper coins, one or two hundred is okay, but this is already the third bandit stronghold they have solved. Hundreds of thousands of copper coins are like carrying a piece of iron on their backs, and those weapons Equipment and the like are messy and worthless, but Lance is reluctant to throw them away.

This reminded him of only a few spaces in the backpack in the game and the tangled look when facing the loot.

ah!Dead memories are attacking me~
Things must not be lost. These can be used in the construction of the town, but it is unrealistic to carry them around.

Fortunately, there are not many things here, but there are many graves. You can find a grave that has been dug up, put things up, and then cover the box and bury it again until you finish fighting the bandits.

Lance unfolded the rough hand-drawn map to mark a location, and then found a few resting in front of the campfire, and began to discuss the next target.

"My lord, the weakest bandit gangs have been eliminated, and the remaining ones are medium-sized bandit gangs with at least ten people and a solid base."

Lance understood what Disma meant. The scattered groups they wiped out just now were not teams, but simply gathered together without a leader or command. They fought in a chaotic mess, so they were easily killed.

But the strength of the remaining bandits cannot be so good.

If you can form a bandit group of up to ten people and become the leader, then as the boss, you must have the strength of a brave or even an elite to make the younger brother obedient, otherwise they would have dispersed long ago.

"Which one would you move from the perspective of the wolves?" Lance unfolded the map and marked the strongholds of the bandits on it. The three that have been crossed out will be selected from the rest.

　Let's vote, the data is a bit ugly, and they are about to be squeezed out. Those who raise books should also follow up and save the children. Whether the family can take down the bandits depends on everyone~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)