our family is gone

Chapter 463
Three strange black figures surrounded the two people, inconspicuous in the chaotic scene.

Margaret's eyes were sharp, and she could tell that the other person was not a refugee, but a criminal among them. Without some ability, she would not have been able to detect the woman's disguise just now.

The chaotic scene didn't give her any more reaction, and the three of them chased after her. The woman was helpless, and Margaret's spear was wrapped into a cane, and the pistol was hidden in her clothes, but Margaret Can Li Te be bullied with this temper?

When she was about to pick up the crutch to protect the woman...

"Whoosh whoosh" It was difficult to distinguish the three sounds that broke through the air before and after. Margaret's reaction was so fast that she could even see the arrow feathers at the tail trembling when the arrow passed by her.

There were three muffled sounds in the next second, and the three guys who were entangled with the two were shot directly through the throat at almost the same time. The blood continued to flow but was uncontrollable, and they struggled to die.

When Margaret came back to her senses, she couldn't help but turn her head and look to the side, where she saw the figure standing under the cloak holding a bow.

In the dark night, three arrows were fired with such terrifying accuracy, so Laura was the only one to take action.

A series of hidden arrows, every beat of the bowstring in the dark night means the death of a life.

She actually brutally shot all the guys around Margaret, no matter who they were.

The Eagle Group’s work style is evident.

The commotion started in the early morning and did not calm down until the morning light came on that day.

Margaret and the woman squatted next to the body for an unknown amount of time. The sound of fighting rang in their ears all night. When a light appeared on the horizon, they knew they had survived...

If you haven't experienced it, it's hard to imagine how you spent this night.

Margaret was drawn by the morning light and couldn't help but stand up. In front of her were the disorderly broken limbs and broken arms, and the fleshy mud trampled by horse hooves was mixed in the soil.

But an even more twisted scene appeared. The refugees frantically rummaged and scraped among the corpses, not caring that the blood was stained red and the flesh was stained on their bodies.

If someone finds something good, the next second the people around him will attack like crazy and cause a melee.

And when the winners came out and laughed wildly, they realized that they were only fighting for a copper coin.

Or maybe the shriveled black bread was found from the corpse. Even if it was stained with blood, flesh and mud, he would not hesitate to bite it down and swallow it even if his teeth were chipped, because once others discovered it, it would be another disaster. Melee.

What is even more frightening is that some people are half-dead in the shape of withered bones. They have no ability to rob, but they are so hungry that they directly grab the flesh and blood and gnaw on it, grabbing the hope of survival from the same withered corpses.

On the other side...the knights were orderly on their horses, and the leader's armor became radiant in the sun, even with a sacred aura, as if blessed by the holy light.

They just... sat on the horse like this, watching the scene before them without any reaction, just like watching a group of pigs looking for food in the field.

The already exciting scene is even more obvious after such a strong contrast.

Distortion, madness, despair...

The vaguely lost scene reappeared, and the scene in front of her was distorted by an unknown force... She had seen the twisted flesh and blood swallowing the world countless times.

From the initial fear to the understanding now...

There is indeed no need to exist in this hopeless world.

ah!I gradually understood everything...

"What are you doing?"

A shout suddenly rang in her ears, drawing Margaret's attention back, and the illusion in front of her collapsed instantly.

When Margaret came back to her senses, she completely lost the positive attitude she had always maintained, and instead seemed a little disappointed.

"What is a human being..."

Laura glanced at her, why was she so crazy?

These young ladies are troublesome, and this scene is unbearable.

Laura has been on countless battlefields and has seen so many dead people that she has forgotten what fear and fear are.

"Go back quickly, otherwise they will notice you." Laura did not coddle her and urged her quickly.

In response, Margaret just sighed, pulled the woman and walked back to the refugees as if she had accepted her fate.

Finally, after the sun came up, those people began to take action to control the chaos of the refugees, and then forced them to move forward.

Bruce allowed the refugees to act crazy just to let them vent, otherwise they would collapse under the high pressure.

But now it's just right, those refugees who have been "supplied" have turned into sheep again.

With the help of the sheepdog, the shepherd once again drove the sheep to the path forward...

Laura followed the convoy along the way. Her eyes swept back and forth among the refugees, as if she was on guard for something, and she looked very competent.

I'm afraid no one knows that she is actually searching for some of the suspects, and is preparing to collect rewards for their heads when the time comes.

But comparing before and after, she found that the death toll last night was probably 500, but the number of criminals was not that much less.

It's so weird...

The team left the tragic battlefield and advanced for half a day, but the situation soon changed.

After passing a place, Bruce's knights and the regular army stopped, but the team still kept moving forward.

After noticing this scene, Laura now understood why those knights allowed the riot.

Because today we are going to cross the border and enter Hamlet, but the soldiers will not follow.

They will be led by Bruce to deal with the barbarians.

Although the concept of Hamlet is very popular these days, everyone knows about it, even she heard about it when she went out to buy medicine to recuperate.

But this kind of thing sounds nice, and those refugees are not stupid. If the situation is really wrong, they may turn around and flee back.

Last night's massacre was to solve this problem, and the Knights gave the answer with their lances.

This is a warning to those refugees of what will happen if they come back.

Laura even suspected that the commotion was caused by the eagles hiding among them, because the timing was so good.

Don’t those knights take off their armor to sleep?

Why did those soldiers take their positions in advance?
And being stationed in that kind of terrain is like having your pockets tightened. It’s no wonder that no one escaped from the riot of that level.

Everything is like a performance planned in advance.

But Laura would definitely not say such a thing and would just do her own thing honestly.

Sure enough, after crossing the border of Bastia, many of the refugees were ready to move.

Many of those who survived last night's commotion were smart people. They had already taken action after noticing that the Knights and the army had not followed up.

A new round of rumors began to spread among the refugees, but last night's massacre was still a deterrent, and no one dared to leave.

What's more, there is a convoy of hundreds of people behind him, and those people are soldiers who can actually fight with a sword.

But this situation gradually faded away after half a day, because they found that the team seemed not to care about them.

Immediately after nightfall, people fled. When the first one appeared, there was a second one, and a third one...

Until the rioters who were watching realized that the convoy really didn't care, they soon ran away on a large scale.When it was dawn, we saw that the huge team had been reduced by half. At least a thousand people took advantage of the darkness to disperse into Hamlet's territory.

Laura looked a little gloomy when she saw this scene. She was not worried about those villains infiltrating Hamlet and causing disaster.

She was completely dissatisfied that most of the "gifts" she had worked so hard to prepare were missing, because she found that many of the targets she had targeted were missing.

Most of the refugees who stayed had some unrealistic fantasies about Hamlet.

In fact, it is more accurate to say that they have no strength to struggle anymore and continue to follow the convoy out of habit.

Habit is a very terrible thought, more accurately it should be "numbness".

Numbness will completely obliterate a person's soul and turn them into the walking zombies they are.

But who cares?

The team still sets off and keeps moving forward.

Just because it's dawn, that's all.

…………

"Finally out." Lance raised his hand to open the coffin lid and walked out of it with the person on his back.

When he saw the surrounding environment, he couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder I didn't find it. These mass graves are the best cover."

All kinds of cross tombstones are randomly inserted here with no rules at all. Most of the wooden ones have long since rotted, leaving only dry rotten wood, and only the stone ones remain.

There are hundreds of disorderly graves in the entire area, with many dug-out coffins, and weeds and shrubs growing among them.

Amanda and Alhazred also followed his footsteps and walked out of a coffin half buried in the ground.

The bottom of the coffin was drilled through, and a tunnel was dug out underneath, directly connected to a corner of the cave.

Coming out of the dark cave, fortunately it was just early morning and the sunlight was not very strong, which did not cause them to be too stimulated.

"Um..." Boudica seemed to wake up and looked around drowsily.

"This road is half faster than the one we entered. Not far from here is the outpost. We will be home soon."

Boudica's physique is still strong. Although her condition has no intention of getting better, her high fever has subsided and she is slowly waking up.

However, no one can tell whether illness will bring about a comeback, and Lance was unwilling to delay too much, so he simply explained and moved on.

Amanda looked at the figure in front of her. What she had seen along the way had profoundly changed her impression.

At first, when she was watching the wolf invasion, she didn't understand why those who followed him were so worried about death. It was like Boudica was the first to rush forward when facing the limp.

Don't be afraid of any enemy, even the strange demons in the void.

Now she understands.

After fighting against the void demons, he could still carry a person on his back and kill him out of the beast's cave with one hand.

In the remaining half of the journey, he and the scholar had no chance to take action. By the time they followed, the corpses of the enemies had been banished.

Suddenly she realized that her divination was not very accurate, at least when she was in front of him...

Soon they returned to the outpost, and now it was Barristan who was stationed here, leading the injured soldiers back to replace Leonard and his frontline troops.

As for the Guards, they also returned to Hamlet to rest as soldiers returned from injuries.

After the last targeted attack, all the cultists have become honest. At least the outpost has not been attacked in the recent period.

Moreover, Lance also killed a saint. No matter how strong the Ascension Sect is, it will take time to recover.

Even though these members of the Guards are carefully selected, people are not machines, and high-intensity training and tasks will also wear down the spirit, so you have to take a vacation when it's time.

Even if they don't let go, several instructors will have to rest.

Lance didn't take out the map and give it to Barristan, not because he didn't believe him.

This is used to organize a big operation, and then wipe out the cultists in the wilderness in one fell swoop.

Before that, we need to mobilize the army, prepare arms, food, and medical supplies... This takes time, and the supplies consumed are a terrible number.

If the troops and horses have to go ahead with food and fodder before they move, if the logistics are not good, then the war will be a joke.

Right now, defense is still the core and no aggressive advances are allowed.

Lance briefly explained the current plan, then got on the carriage and retreated.

Under the carriage, the team quickly rushed back to the town of Hamlet. Others were free to move around, and Lance found Greendale.

"It should be that the wound was not disinfected at the time..."

In the room, Lance explained the situation of the cave and the possibility of infection.

Boudica also woke up, but she looked very uncomfortable.

Her current appearance was not very good. She had suffered so many heavy blows one after another, and some of her clothes had been torn apart. The blood was mixed with the minced meat, which was stuck and dried, and it was even a little unclear.

"Sister, what's wrong with me?"

Greendale did not answer in a hurry, but checked her body, and finally found large red spots and continuous rashes on Boudica's body.

Moreover, some parts of the skin that had been injured but were forcibly healed by the reconstruction of flesh and blood were even ulcerated, and the wounds were adhered to the clothes, which looked very scary.

Lance couldn't help but frown when he saw this. He was just rushing along and didn't notice this at all.

"Why didn't you say it?"

"I'm fine..." Boudica didn't know what the boss was talking about, and was too timid to say anything.

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Lance didn't say any more.

"Spotted fever is not a big problem. We have treated similar diseases in the mountains." Greendale observed the symptoms, as if she had confirmed something, and then turned to look at Lance, "Leave it to me here. I'll just take care of it, you go and have a good rest first."

Noticing Greendale's appraising gaze, Lance couldn't help but lower his head and look at himself.

As a noble lord, he is definitely not decent now.

He was definitely no better than Boudica. His body was covered in all kinds of messy blood and stains, and his clothes were torn and corroded when fighting the limp, not to mention that one of his arms had no clothes.

But Lance's first reaction was...

"I bought these clothes for three silver coins!"

Listening to Lance's complaint, which was almost like a howl, Greendale couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then realized what it meant. Even though she tried her best to suppress it, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

She had been exposed to Hamlet's government affairs, and he spent a lot of gold coins every day, but such a lord would actually feel sorry for clothes that cost three silver coins.

Listening to this, Boudica, who was lying on the hospital bed next to her, had some objections.

Stop playing around, save it...

　Thank you [Silane] for the 100 reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)