Our family is in decline

Geralt did not follow the cavalry, but chose to stay.

It's not that he's afraid of fighting those crazy believers.

Although he can fight on horseback, his style is to fight alone. Joining without the same training can easily disrupt the rhythm of the team's charge.

And being on a horse also limits his ability to a certain extent, because he moves faster than a horse, and he can only let go completely on the ground.

Once the cavalry starts running, it is difficult for the infantry to stop them, let alone armored cavalry against unarmored believers. This is a complete massacre.

Geralt couldn't help but be a little surprised when he looked at the state of those cavalry. He had seen many armies of the kingdom in the United Kingdom, but there was only one army that carried out orders so simply and had strong morale, and that was the knights of the church.

But now it appeared in the hands of a small town lord, which really made him curious, let alone a mysterious lord.

The dozen or so people who had been swept away by the cavalry rushed over. Even if some believers who had undergone the flesh and blood ceremony were injured and fell to the ground, as long as they were not injured, they could still get up and try to kill these invading enemies with blood all over their bodies.

Looking at the enemies coming towards him, Geralt slowly drew the sword from his back.

Disma was loading the musket in his hand, looking calmly at the believers.

However, when facing these believers, he did not shoot directly, but instead drew a dagger and an axe.

The two of them moved the moment they met the enemy, and even the naked eye couldn't follow them at that moment.

Geralt's long sword slashes with deadly moves, and his fighting style is powerful, ferocious, and full of aggression, just like a wild wolf.

At the same time, precise targeting of weak points is a fatal blow. It seems that he has also observed that the recovery ability of these believers is far beyond ordinary people. Observation and understanding that finding the enemy's weaknesses is an important lesson for a demon hunter.

The fallen cultists proved his strength as a master demon hunter.

Disma's battle was more chaotic than Geralt's, just like a street fight. The hand ax and dagger were rhythmless in his hands, but they fell accurately on the enemy with his powerful reaction speed.

The dagger was always aimed at the neck to cut. In the past, he only knew that cutting the neck would make the enemy bleed. This was the experience accumulated in countless battles.

Later, after understanding the structure of the human body, I understood the term aorta, so I attacked these places more purposefully.

At the same time, when the hand ax was chopped, the wounds were partially eroded by the poison. The recovery ability that the believers were proud of was completely useless at this moment. Instead, their flesh and blood was eroding, and the corrosion and pain tortured them.

After being strengthened, Disma has improved in all aspects. At this moment, he is not afraid of enemies wielding farm tools.

Soon all ten people fell down. Geralt and Disma looked at each other, then looked at the enemies the other had killed.

The obvious difference can be seen from the wounds on the corpses. Geralt mostly kills with one hit, with the most wounds penetrating the heart and neck.

But the corpses that fell next to Disma usually had more than one or two wounds on them, and the blood was flowing wildly. Some of them were not even completely dead, and were being tortured by corrosion and bleeding.

However, Disma opened the door with an ax and completely ended the pain.

Geralt couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the gangster habit, but he was more concerned about the hand ax with strange power.

No one would want to encounter such a weapon.

Disma pulled out his ax and looked up to see that the large army was already in contact with scattered believers. He could even see Boudica brandishing his halberd. However, a few believers on the outskirts of the town did not interfere with the advance of the large army. speed.

At this time, he couldn't help but look back at the suspension bridge that had completely fallen, and he immediately got on his horse and rushed over.

Disma's eager gesture made Geralt turn around, but what he saw was an unforgettable sight.

The lord stood alone at the city gate, facing the surging believers who wanted to retake the city gate. He waved an exaggerated giant sword in his hand. Not to mention a head-on collision, even if it was brushed, it would cause broken limbs and fractures. Bodies and blood.

Even though he had seen it before, Geralt still had a hard time imagining that this was a weapon used by humans.

Look at the besieged lord, charging and killing among the crowd, covered with a layer of plasma, like a demon god coming to the world.

What Geralt felt at this moment was not that the believers were surrounding him, but that he was surrounding the believers.

It only took him a moment to react and quickly follow him. Now he understood why the morale of those soldiers was so high.

Because he was also excited at this time!

However, when they rushed up, Lance also eliminated most of the enemies, and the remaining few were taken care of by the three of them in twos and threes.

"Sir, are you okay?" Disma was a little anxious and felt uneasy looking at the blood on the lord's body.

"It's okay, these smelly fish and rotten shrimps are not a threat to me, but..." Lance looked at the broken limbs on the ground and couldn't help but frown, "I don't like to see blood~"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to sacrifice those things. He was unwilling to cause killing, because it would strengthen the ancestor's power, but sometimes it was not his turn to choose.

However, after a little spiritual replenishment, Lance's face became inexplicably more relaxed.

Geralt didn't know how to react when he heard this.

You didn't like seeing blood so you killed them all?

And what does that smile on your face mean?

Looking at Lance handling the corpse, Geralt's cold face looked strange.

And with a little delay, the large troops who were marching quickly came over.

The fastest one was Wangcai, but Lance was covered in blood and smelled mixed. When Wangcai came up, he circled around and stared at people without daring to confirm.

"I can't even recognize that shit, right?" Lance scolded it, and Wangcai immediately reacted and came up to lick the blood on his hand.

Judging from the blood stains on its snow-white fur, it was obvious that it had eaten an appetizer when it ran over.

Then Boudicati's halberd came in, but he seemed very unhappy after seeing that there were no enemies.

"Boss should bring me to chop with him."

"Okay, okay, we have alerted them. The real trouble has just begun. You can cut some of them."

Lance knew that the situation was urgent, and he didn't care about letting the soldiers rest, and started executing it directly.

"You stay here, arrange for people to search the top, and occupy the high points of the city wall...

When you set off, be careful of enemies. Anyone you see here is not a normal human being, especially women. You must have heard the lesson. "

Lance warned, and then the team moved quickly. Each of them led a team to charge. Their goal was very clear, and they were aiming at the warehouse.

"Let's go, the goal is to seize the church." Lance looked back at Junia and Geralt and rushed out without saying a word.

As a town, there are at least a thousand people. Even if a large number of ordinary people are occupied by the Ascension Sect and the number of ordinary people is eliminated, it is estimated that the number will not be too small.

And these are not ordinary people. They will never surrender anyway, so it is a bit unrealistic to expect how much they can win with 300 ordinary soldiers.

Therefore, Lance must rush to the front and attract most of the firepower.

It's time to give those believers a little supernatural shock!

Lance rushed at the front, swinging his sword at whatever he saw, destroying those he hit and subduing those he struck.

Prosperous wealth accompanies him, and his running posture has flowing white hair on his body, which makes him look unusually handsome. If he ignores it, he will become violently bloodthirsty.

It weighs so much that it can easily knock down an adult with a flying swoop, its powerful fangs can tear the enemy's throat directly, and its sharp claws can tear apart flesh and smash the head into pieces.

The movements were fast and fierce, and he stood up slightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth along with saliva, and his cold wolf eyes locked on the next enemy.

Wangcai's killing efficiency is even more exaggerated than that of an ordinary soldier, and its bloodthirsty bestiality is clearly revealed at this moment.

Geralt and Junia are much more conservative. If the enemy does not attack them, they will not take the initiative to attack.

To be honest, are these people cultists or the lord's family? Especially since Junia has never seen the camp, she is now a little confused about who is the cultist between Lance, who is massacred wantonly, and these ordinary people?

But when the two of them were involved in Lance, how could they survive alone?

Those crazy cultists didn't care about these things, and for a while the two of them were forced to fight back.

Lance had already done it. A large number of enemies surrounded the three men and one wolf, but the scary thing was that under Lance's pace, they were steadily approaching the church in the center of the town.

Sail against the current, what a terrifying power that is!

Several people on the other side led a small team to attack. The situation at the city gate had already alerted some people, but when they came out, they encountered the team led by Disma.

"kill!"

What is Disma's origin? Without any pause in his movements, he rushed forward and wiped out the enemy's neck with his sword.

Before the enemy could react, he only felt warmth spreading in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to cover the wound on his neck.

This kind of injury would basically kill ordinary people, but with their bodies that have undergone the flesh and blood ritual, it is really possible that they will not die.

It's a pity that Disma struck him with an ax with his backhand and completely ended his life.

"Quick! Open the warehouse."

Disma paid no attention to the body, tore the key from it and threw it to a soldier.

He is no longer killing to survive as before, now he is fighting for Hamlet.

The soldier took the key and opened the warehouse, but the next second, everyone was shocked and couldn't help shouting.

"grown ups!"

Disma looked back, his mind slightly shaken for a moment, and in an instant his face was filled with fear.

Because what is in the warehouse is neither food nor materials, but people.

No, it can't be one by one, but half mummies that were hung up one after another, without heads and internal organs, and sawed open in the middle. This thing is like half a wax pig.

There are at least 20 or 30 things in urgent need here. Looking back at the densely packed warehouses located on both sides of the street, how much "food" is there? …

At this moment Disma - was angry!

"Kill! These cultists must die, no one will be spared!"

Disma almost roared through gritted teeth, and his words caused the soldiers to react and shout in agreement.

"Leave no one behind!"

The soldiers have been deeply aware of the dangers of these cultists through education. Some of them have been to camps to suppress cults and have seen some methods.

But those were cannibals on a large scale, and this naked thing was placed in their faces, which naturally aroused a burst of anger.

But fortunately, they are all soldiers. The first thing that comes to mind when facing this situation is not fear, but anger.

It was originally to carry out the orders of the lord, so even if the massacre did not shake the morale of the army, it was already very good.

At this time, they had a certain sense of mission and eager to kill these cultists.

Disma re-blocked the warehouse and then led his troops to massacre, killing all enemies in sight.

Naturally, other troops also made their own discoveries in this situation, and this scene made them feel furious.

Then those guys became the targets of their wrath.

The purposeful and organized killing was very efficient. Soon, three hundred people completely occupied the area near the city gate, and then continued to expand outward.

There were few gunshots in the town, because it was inconvenient to use this thing in the town. Most of the soldiers were equipped with off-hand weapons, and Lance never asked them to give up relevant training.

A soldier gasped for air, struggling to pull out the spear from the corpse, and then inserted it into the eye socket to make sure that the disgusting cultist was dead before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaning on the spear and looking up around him, several brothers could no longer hold on and fell to the ground panting. There were more or less blood stains on their bodies, some from the enemy and some from their own.

We had just experienced a battle, and the team encountered many enemies. If we hadn't been well-trained and relied on buildings to form an array to fight back, I'm afraid not many would be able to stand now.

To a certain extent, he understood why the slogan "sweat, not bleed" was hung in the training camp.

And they only belong to the second echelon. Who knows how intense the battles in the first echelon will be?

"Check the injuries and help your teammates treat them. If you are seriously injured, ask someone to help you evacuate to the back. Someone who is mobile will follow me to finish off the damage and stand sentry to check the surroundings."

He was the captain of this five-man team. After taking a breath, he began to arrange according to the training requirements.

Everyone started moving without too many complaints. They had all been trained on the battlefield and knew that these things could not wait, otherwise they would be making fun of their own safety.

He personally checked for his teammates. One teammate had a crossbow lodged in front of him, but he still fought with all his strength and killed two enemies without falling.

Fortunately, most of the soldiers were wearing breastplates. When someone helped to untie the breastplate, they found that the crossbow arrow had only pierced a little flesh and was stopped, but the blood still soaked the inner lining.

"Lord's blessing, your boy will not die."

Upon seeing this, the captain smiled and teased, but he did not stop his hand. After briefly cleaning the wound, he took the hemostatic powder from the medical bag on his waist and poured it on the wound.

These medicinal powders produced by Greendale showed extraordinary power and quickly stopped the bleeding. A scab formed on the wound, but it was still wrapped with gauze according to the prescribed procedures to prevent infection.

"This medicine is so good."

"Of course, this is what the lord specially requested from Dr. Greendale."

Lance practiced hard, but he was also generous with supplements. Everyone's physiques are much better. At least they won't be dragged to death by these minor injuries. These minor injuries will heal on their own in a few days.

We also spend a lot of money on medical care. Otherwise, do you think ordinary medicine can have this effect? What was poured on the wound was not medicine, but money, not to mention the medical team following behind.

They could feel that the lord valued them, which was something that the nobles had never cared about before.

"Do you want to go back for treatment?" The captain still asked. This kind of injury is not serious or minor. Although the bleeding has been stopped, it may break open again if there is a fierce battle in the future.

But when the man heard this, he shook his head seriously.

"This small injury is nothing, I can still fight." The wounded man gritted his teeth and emphasized: "These cultists must die~"

They were the second echelon, but the messenger had already known what had been discovered. Everyone was filled with anger and wanted to kill the cultists.

The captain looked at the wounded man and did not force him to go back. They were responsible for cleaning up. The intensity of the battle was not great. Most of the piles that emerged were cut down by a few adults on the front line. The accident just now was not common. .

They pulled up nets to clean up, and when they saw the corpses left on the ground by the cultists, they knew how fierce the battle was.

Fortunately, there were no corpses of our own people. Although many people were injured and retreated, their lives were saved anyway.

Now everyone has minor injuries and cannot leave the firing line. The injuries of several comrades have been treated and there are no big problems.

As the captain, he had to shoulder heavier responsibilities. Instead of resting, he joined in the last-hitting and checking.

He did not show any discomfort as he penetrated the corpses one after another. Although he was only sixteen years old, he belonged to the thirty people at the beginning of Hamlet and basically participated in all the tough battles that Hamlet could count.

From a child who fell down when facing bandits, he is now a seasoned soldier.

Yes, he was the soldier who fell during the battle against bandits. If Lance hadn't helped him block the knife, he might have died.

"Who!" A soldier on guard suddenly raised his head and looked at the house nearby.

His words immediately alerted the other team members, who all picked up their weapons and were ready to fight at any time.

The injured one also raised his hand and pulled out the arrow from his breastplate, quickly put it on with the help of his teammates, and then picked up the crossbow arrow captured from the enemy.

However, after this sound, no enemies rushed out of the surrounding area, but the man kept his eyes fixed on the house and raised his hand to make several gestures.

All teammates immediately understood the gesture when they saw it, and came up to block the building. Even if an enemy jumped out of the window, they could only hit the sharp spears. At the same time, some of them reloaded the muskets in their hands.

Instead, the captain put down his spear, pulled out his short sword, and loaded the pistol in his hand. Long weapons couldn't be used in the house, so short weapons were more practical.

It is precisely because there are too few troops that Lance trains them as elites. Both pikemen and musketeers are basically equipped with pistols and short swords as secondary weapons.

After the blockade was arranged, the captain and the other two were not injured and were in relatively good condition.

"superior!"

With a command, as the captain, he kicked open the door and took the lead and rushed in.

They had practiced how to attack and search a building. After breaking down the door, someone would follow.

But as soon as the leading captain rushed in, he discovered that the enemy behind the door also rushed out the moment the door was broken.

The distance between the two was only three steps, and he could even see the enemy's ferocious face and the iron claws thrusting towards his face.

At this moment, he didn't even have room to raise his gun. Fortunately, his fighting instinct was triggered at the critical moment, and he turned his head to avoid the iron claw.

He didn't even have time to aim. The muscle memory brought about by training made it almost instinctive to raise the gun and shoot from the hip.

"Bang!" the gunshot exploded, and the shot from an almost body-to-body distance had no chance of missing the target. It directly tore the enemy's abdomen, and the projectile even penetrated and emerged as a blood flower.

But the captain raised his dagger without any hesitation and stabbed them. Having fought with these guys, he knew that this gunshot wound would not kill them.

We must attack while they are injured!

The dagger exploded instantly, entering and exiting his chest three times at a terrifying speed. But that wasn't enough. Finally, he slashed his throat with a backhand sword, and the blood exploded and instantly stained his breastplate red.

At this time, the enemy suddenly fell to the ground and was dead.

The team leader couldn't help but gasp when he saw this corpse. What happened just now was just a breath away, and the upwelling adrenal glands made him still excited.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, if he hesitated a little, he might be the one who fell.

Although this happened, the team advanced and retreated without panic. The two following directly controlled the captain's left and right directions.

"Is Captain okay?"

The captain reacted and raised his hand to wipe his face. When he saw blood on his hand, he knew that there was still a scratch from that blow.

Seeing this expression, he immediately became fierce. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his face and took a sip on the corpse.

Damn, I almost died.

This life belongs to the lord, and no one can take it away.

"Continue to search, be careful of enemies."

The captain didn't care about the wounds on his face, and immediately wiped the blood off the musket. The musket usage instructions issued by the lord not only warned about use and maintenance, but also warned that the blood-stained musket would not fire.

In this case, weapons are life. If the musket had failed just now, he would have been dead, so he had to take it seriously.

Several people filed in, and the sound of kicking the door of the small house was heard one after another. At the same time, the soldiers raised their guns when they were prepared. They basically defeated the enemy with a pistol at close range, and then went up to make a last-ditch attack.

This side had just been wiped and loaded, and soon there was a cry from the other side.

"ah!"

I saw a soldier kicking the door open and stopping at the door with a surprised expression. When the captain passed by, he found a woman huddled in the corner of the room. The cry just now was obviously made by her when the door was broken in. At this time, her face was full of tears. Horror and tears.

In this case, it is no wonder that the soldiers hesitated.

"Help, I was kidnapped by them..."

The woman stood up and was about to say something, but as soon as she made a slight movement, the captain raised his hand and fired without any hesitation or hesitation.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the bed sheets were stained with blood. The woman looked up and fell back into the corner, and a piece of filth could be seen directly spattering on the wall.

A headshot will kill you.

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