Our family is in decline

They are people, not tools. Just because they don't express it doesn't mean they won't be angry. They are just accumulating all these things in their hearts due to the pressure of the environment.

And once there is an opportunity to vent, it will explode.

Lance had probably heard some of this man's experience just now in those people's conversations. He had lost everything and naturally had nothing to fear.

So after hearing Lance's words, the anger that had been stored in his heart for a long time burst out, and he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to point at one of the refugees.

"I will never forget that they beat my son to death, snatched my daughter-in-law away, and caused my grandson to starve to death before he was even a month old."

Lance's eyes were locked on the panicked guy like a hawk, and he directly picked up the crossbow and fired it with one hand.

The arrow cut through the air and penetrated into the man's eyes, killing him instantly without even giving him a chance to cry out.

He is no longer the timid crossbowman he was before. His control over his body allows him to easily complete high-precision shooting with one hand. If he shoots you in the left eye, he will not shoot in the right eye.

The killing without warning left these refugees stunned for a moment, but before they could react, Lance's voice rang out among them.

"Don't move at all!"

Everyone looked at Lance and saw that he raised the empty crossbow in his hand and pointed it downwards.

"I will only kill the first culprit in this matter, and the others should not move around to avoid accidental injuries."

But in fact, the moment Lance took action, all the soldiers abandoned their spears, and instead shrank back, lying on the top of the carriage to seize the commanding heights. The ten crossbows in their hands were the real reason why everyone did not dare to move.

It's funny to say that ten people intimidated thousands of people into not moving, but in reality most of them didn't even have the strength to turn around, let alone run away, after being hungry for so many days.

In addition, most of them were ordinary refugees. They were used to being obedient, and he took control of the situation before it became chaotic.

But some of them didn't want to wait to die, so they started to move immediately, but they were faced with only ruthless arrows.

Practice is the best teacher. The battles along the way made the soldiers grow up rapidly. Those who dared to show their heads were all shot by random arrows.

These soldiers were not as accurate as Lance, so they aimed at the body and shot. This meant that those guys would not die for a while and could only fall to the ground and moan.

"This is what happens!"

Those refugees thought they were outlaws, but now they discovered that the ruthless person was the other party, and now they were even more afraid to move.

"Who else? Point it out." Lance asked while loading the crossbow in his hand. The way he pulled the string with one hand without using tools showed his extraordinary strength.

The man's eyes roamed the crowd, and no one dared to look at him wherever he passed, for fear of being affected.

"Sir, these are the ones who fell, and he is the only one left."

The man raised his hand and pointed at someone, who was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, crying: "No...it's none of my business, I was forced..."

Looking at his reaction, Lance knew that he was one of them. Without any nonsense, he raised his hand and arrowed over, leaving only a corpse.

But Lance was not satisfied yet and turned to shout to those in the camp.

"Point out whoever bullied you, you are my people today, I will make the decision for you!"

This sound immediately caused a huge response.

During this journey of escaping, as free citizens of the empire, the local lords did not care about them, the empire did not care about them, and everyone regarded them as a burden.

It can be said that they have encountered too much injustice and oppression, but there is no way to vent it, so they have to keep it in their hearts.

I thought it would end like this, but I never thought that this man would be willing to make the decision for them.

An unprecedented sense of identity filled their hearts, and for a moment those people were ordered to kneel down and shout.

"Thank you, sir~"

Lance felt helpless when he saw that the situation was about to get out of control.

He just wanted to find some reason to kill a group of refugees and gain some experience points, but he didn't expect these people to react so strongly.

"Stand up! Don't kneel!"

Lance yelled, jumped off the carriage, walked to a person and pulled him up, then raised his hand and pointed outside, "Tell me who bullied you."

Some people reacted and vented those negative emotions.

Lance picked up the dagger and led the victims to identify them one by one. Once the guilt was confirmed, he would kill them with one strike. No one could escape his eyes.

As long as someone dares to run around, it doesn't matter if you are okay or not, just kill them.

The trial continued, and even spread to ordinary refugees. They cried and begged Lance to judge for them the evildoers who had harmed and oppressed them.

Lance originally wanted to gain experience, so of course he would not refuse this request. In just a moment, hundreds of corpses were left outside the camp.

These are the evil people lurking among the refugees. They do not dare to attack other people and instead oppress those who are weaker than them.

There is no order in the refugee group, and it is natural for them to eat the weak and the strong. I am afraid they cannot understand that they will die because of such a thing.

Sure enough, evil people still need to be punished by evil people~

Lance drew his sword and looked around.

After massacring hundreds of people, the dagger was cut to pieces by him, and no matter how careful he was, it was still inevitably stained with blood.

But not only did this not frighten those people, they were surrounded by refugees who fell towards him, especially those who were gathered by him, showing some kind of fanaticism.

They have been silent for too long, and no one is willing to listen to their story. Today, they can use Lance's hands to vent their resentment.

Some refugees who had not planned to join also stood up and wanted to join. Naturally, Lance accepted all comers and could join as long as they could pass his test.

The first five hundred, plus the next three hundred, these eight hundred people are already the result of his careful selection.

Women and children can still accept it, but he cannot accept the old, weak, sick and disabled. After all, he is not a good person.

These people cannot create value or provide a future for the territory, so they have no value to him.

But he is willing to give these people a little hope.

"A bowl of porridge for each person, you help me clean up these corpses."

Those people responded positively and worked together to pile the corpses on the cart for this bowl of porridge.

Lance, on the other hand, drove into the wilderness with the corpses and went back and forth several times before sacrificing all the corpses.

"Power is so intoxicating~" Lance clenched his fists, feeling the increasing gifts in his body. Only these in this world can bring him a sense of security.

Camp management is very particular, and most people really don't have the ability to do it well, let alone such a large-scale camp. Lance himself doesn't have one, so he asked Tiffany for some people to assist him.

Business groups and convoys often camp in the wild, so they know how to take care of the campsite.

Lance is also learning from them, because this relevant knowledge can be extended to the layout of war camps. If he doesn’t understand it, it will be a joke~