our family is gone

Chapter 499 The show is about to begin!

The Guards rushed into the village and heard some shouts and wails. Some people turned around and tried to escape, but the cavalry passed by, and the next second their heads shot up into the sky.

Gene couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw this scene. It wasn't that he couldn't bear it, but he was somewhat disgusted.

But there was laughter in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw Michelle laughing as if she had found some kind of fun, which made Jean even more jealous.

What's so cool about killing people...

"Sir! All the gangsters have been captured."

A soldier ran back to report, and Michelle drove his horse directly into the village.

Jean didn't dare to leave. He was the safest here.

I followed in and saw the villagers who had been gathered. Basically, there were only a few women left, and the remaining men all looked a little weird.

The leader of the Guards escorted a man over. As he spoke, he pushed out the tied guy and introduced: "He is the leader of these bandits. He was thinking of resisting just now."

Michelle sat on the tall horse and looked down at the man slightly. Jean also looked over with some curiosity. He had come into contact with many untouchables, and he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with this man.

The red-haired barbarian's clothes didn't fit him well, as if they had been stolen.

Jean originally thought that the guards were talking nonsense and just wanted to find a place to have fun, but he didn't expect that they were really bandits.

What's more important is the man's attitude. He seemed to realize that he was doomed, and he dared to contradict Michelle.

"Look at your mother!"

There was a curse in common language, followed by a mixture of various incomprehensible barbarian languages, but looking at him like that, you knew that what he said was definitely not a good thing.

Gene knew something was wrong when he heard this, and as expected, a sinister smile appeared on Michelle's face.

"Drag all these bandits in for me." Michelle raised her finger and pointed to the only better house in the village, then turned around and glanced at the women who had been tricked and waved her hand, "The rest are yours. "

"Yes!" Those soldiers were obviously very familiar with Michelle's rhythm, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared in that way.

Although they are poor, they can still scrape some flesh and blood. As for those women...

Just when they thought they were saved, they turned around and were dragged away by the soldiers again. They were so tortured that they cried dry tears and their throats were so hoarse that they no longer had the ability to scream.

The soldiers didn't care, they just knew that they could finally relax after walking for so many days.

In the house that may be the farmer or the village chief.

Michelle tortured the barbarian severely in front of the other bandits, and the wailing voice did not stop for a long time.

Gene on the side was forced to watch the indescribable scene. He could only hold back his stomach several times and his face turned purple.

But Jean knows that he has to resist even if he can't stand it. Once he shows something strange, I'm afraid he will have to be added to the list.

As for the remaining bandits, they didn't dare to show their anger and were frightened by Michelle's madness.

Until he saw an even more terrifying scene.

"Bring it here." Michelle raised her hand.

Jean suddenly woke up, as if his body shook uncontrollably, and his scattered attention instantly focused.

Fortunately, he realized that it was not him, and no one noticed his strangeness. When he came to his senses, he felt that his back was already wet.

At the same time, he also realized that Michelle was reaching out to a hooded man in black robes.

Michelle was inseparable from two people along the way, one was a personal guard wearing heavy armor, and the other was the man in black robe.

Although Gene was curious about this mysterious person along the way, he knew it was best not to ask.

Just as his thoughts were flowing, he saw the man taking out an exquisite and gorgeous cup and handing it over.

It is inlaid with various gems, but the base is made of bone, but it is stained with strands of blood, which makes people feel inexplicably uneasy just looking at it.

What is this going to do?
Before Jean could even react, he saw the personal guard moving forward and picking up the bandit who had been tortured for a long time like a chicken, grabbing the red hair and tearing off the head.

In the next second, Michelle pulled out the gorgeous dagger from her waist and slit his throat directly, waiting for the blood flowing underneath the cup.

Maybe it was because the torture just caused too much blood, and this thing seemed to be unable to hold it. It drained the whole cup of blood without spilling.

And now Gene understands why none of the corpses he helped him deal with before were bloody!

Gene was someone he had met just now, and he didn’t have much reaction to this scene, but he didn’t seem to realize why.

Until Michelle made a more abstract move, suddenly raising her glass and looking at Jean with a smile.

"Jean, I reward you."

"what?"

Gene didn't even react at this moment, but Michelle's originally cheerful face suddenly changed.

"What? Don't you like it?"

Gene's heart tightened, and his neck couldn't help feeling a little chilly. He quickly moved forward to take the wine glass, and kept explaining.

"luv't!"

"Drink if you like."

Michelle's neurotic and unstable mood actually seemed a bit calm at this time, and her eyes revealed a strange light.

"Yes, yes, thank you, sir." Gene responded casually, his attention completely focused on the glass of blood in his hand, and his throat couldn't bear to slide up and down.

Gene felt that he had lost his mind just now and followed up. Wouldn't it be nice to escort the convoy?

If he could go back, he would slap himself twice.

But I also knew that I probably wouldn't be able to leave the house if I didn't drink.

Jean gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and drank the blood in the cup. He originally thought it would be uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that the thing was like something sliding over, and then a strange feeling came from his body.

Although he is not a nobleman, his family is rich. He has been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, and he has been cared for even for a few steps away. It can be said that his health is much better than that of ordinary people.

But it is inevitable that he is a little bit rich. Especially when he was young, he was ignorant and played too much, which also left the root of trouble. Therefore, he is not very interested in women, which means he has a somewhat low self-esteem.

But after taking this cup of blood, his heart beat fiercely as if he was being stimulated, bringing an unknown strength to his body. The strange warmth coming from his lower abdomen made him feel a little elated. .

"You know it's a good thing, right?" Michelle smiled crookedly, "If it weren't for you working hard for me, most people wouldn't be qualified."

Gene naturally reacted and carefully held up the wine glass with both hands, saying all kinds of good things.

But Michelle didn't care at all. Instead, he took the cup and turned to look at the remaining dozen bandits.

"Jie Jie Jie! Next one."

"Ah! Don't!"

"..."

Slowly, Jean recovered from that strange state, but his mouth was dry and he felt a little dizzy.

But when I looked at the corpses again, I no longer felt the disgust I felt before, but instead felt a bit of longing. "The Count of Bastia doesn't even dare to provoke our old man. Where is this Hamlet? He can actually defeat an order of knights?"

There was no wine glass in Michelle's hand, but he felt a little drunk. However, at this time, he did not have the repeated mood changes.

Even though there was no special torture, the torture just now made the bandits cry and tell everything.

That Bastia, that Hamlet, and all the things they did when they occupied this place for a few days, even when they were little, they even told me about peeping at the village widow taking a bath.

They said this not as a plea for life, but as a plea for death.

Upon hearing this, Jean's eyes retracted from the corpses, and he couldn't help but explain.

"Mostly these guys believed the rumors. I know Hamlet. It's just a run-down town."

Gene is more or less a local. Although he has never been to those rural areas, he knows that Ovendo is the only city here.

Suddenly Gene realized that wasn't that place the granary of that guy Walter?Immediately, I felt the will to do so, and added another sentence following the above words.

"I know that Hamlet's location is near here, and there is an old road paved with bricks and stones leading there. There is no need to walk these paths. It's okay if adults want to go and have a look."

"Then go take a look." Michelle came out just for fun, and obviously had no intention of going back.

Gene couldn't help but put on a smile when he heard this. He knew that the words of the bandits just aroused Michelle's curiosity, and at the same time, it also showed that this Hamlet would probably suffer.

He had taken advantage of this situation to seize the supply of Walter. If he strangled Hamlet to death again, Walter would not be afraid at all.

I heard that his daughter is pretty good-looking, so I just have to force myself a little, otherwise Michelle will ruin the family. I am too kind...

By the time the convoy came up, it was already dark, and it was not even qualified to be stationed in the village, so it could only camp outside.

Those city defense troops must have been unhappy, but when they saw the thrown corpse, they immediately shut up.

"You guys hurry up and throw these away, I still have to eat."

"A few people are here to help..."

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These barbarian mercenaries are not only familiar with the situation in the empire, but also retain some of the abilities of the barbarians. They can be said to have unique skills.

After they broke into Hamlet, they continued to gather their scattered barbarian companions.

They originally wanted to find the cavalry and disperse them, but they didn't expect to encounter scattered barbarians. They joined the team, which naturally brought about the things that happened before.

He was released by the count and then driven over with the refugees, as well as Hamlet, who existed in rumors.

The main force finally accepted them again, and the team quickly recovered, but within two days, hundreds of people were entangled here again.

The ever-expanding team put increasing pressure on food, which could not be solved by accompanying hunting. Villages and towns had to be plundered.

It's just that Bastia has a stable political power and is maintained by force, so the density of villages and towns is naturally much higher.

The situation in Hamlet is chaotic and there are robbers and bandits everywhere, so naturally the settlements are much sparse.

What's even more troublesome is that many villages and towns on the border have just been destroyed by the prisoners and refugees who came over. What awaits them are only ruins that have been scraped away, and some of them were burned down.

The feeling given to the barbarians along the way was - why is the situation here even worse than that in the mountains?

It's getting dark now, and I'm afraid I'll be hungry again tonight.

Until the faint smoke rising in the distance once again pointed out their location.

Soon the barbarian outposts traveling through the mountains and wilderness arrived at the outskirts of the village, using the cover of the wilderness to lurk.

"Fuck! I got rich!"

"Isn't this caravan too rich?"

"Blessed by our ancestors, we are very lucky..."

The low exclamations represented their excitement. They originally thought it would be great to have a village to alleviate their food shortage, but they didn't expect to hit a big fish.

Those horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods must number at least a hundred at a glance. If these can be pulled back to the mountains, then my tribe will not be afraid of winter.

But the problem is that these convoys are not that simple, because there are hundreds of soldiers.

"It's the smell of blood!"

Just one sentence from someone instantly put them on alert, and soon they found those corpses in the grass, including several who were obviously barbarians.

"Not from the tribe, but from the released prisoners."

"The blood was all drained. He was tortured to death."

"Whatever, go back and call someone."

The barbarians don't have those complicated arguments. They just know that they have decided to take over this convoy, no matter what their origins are.

A few sentries who had completed the reconnaissance brought the news back to a huge convoy, half of which was filled with cargo.

This news detonated the barbarians, who were almost crying after hearing it. After being hungry for several days, they finally saw the fat sheep.

It would be easy to expose them all if they went up there, so they went up in batches to conduct reconnaissance and get a thorough understanding of the village's situation.

Soon several leaders elected by everyone gathered together to study the results of the reconnaissance.

There was indeed a convoy, but it was also guarded by hundreds of people. The village was blocked by an earthen wall, and it looked like there were soldiers stationed inside.

"So are they regular troops? Coming to destroy these refugees?"

"We only have more than 100 people, and they have at least 200 people. It's difficult to handle."

"What are you afraid of? Those guys look like soft-legged shrimps at first glance."

"The earth wall can be turned over. Without the turtle shell, what can the Imperial people do to fight us?"

"Steal his mother!"

Although the opponent had more people, the barbarians could probably tell that those lax and scattered guys were not elites.

The barbarians acted in an orderly manner, preparing to launch a night attack after dark, and during the preparation process everyone was maintaining their weapons.

These people have been hunting since they were young, not to mention that they have been working as mercenaries in the empire and have always maintained their fighting power. I don’t know if the count regrets letting them go.

Anyway, these barbarians have already started discussing how to divide the goods.

"How will we divide it then?"

"Whoever kills more Imperial people will get more points. Everyone speaks based on their strength."

"But how are we going to bring these things back?"

"When the time comes, notify the tribe to launch an attack and attract the attention of the Bastia border army. We will then..."

(End of this chapter)