Our family is in decline

These conversations between the two did not hide anything. Many people around them heard these words.

Their recruits who had just come off the battlefield had just experienced a battle with pirates, and they couldn't help but feel angry when they heard these words.

Lance noticed this and did not choose to appease their excited emotions. Instead, he encouraged them, taking the opportunity to promote the hatred between the navy and the pirates, and then fill their hearts with hatred.

"Today's battle is just the beginning. From today on, Hamlet will stand up again and will not be bullied by anyone. None of the pirates who once invaded us can escape.

They invade our home, they bring slaughter, then we respond to their death and tell those pirates that Hamlet may have declined, but when he stands up again, all his enemies will tremble! "

"Hamlet must win!"

Fanatic shouts resounded throughout the ship, while Lance observed everything calmly. After calming down a little, he raised the musket in his hand high, and then placed it in Wilson's hand.

"Take this gun, Hamlet's navy has not disappeared, Lucas's spirit is with the navy and will never be extinguished."

"yes!"

The situation that had calmed down for a while became intense again, and Lance aroused the emotions of the soldiers with just a few words.

Leonard stood aside. He had experienced a long holy war and had seen many legion leaders, but at this moment he could only sigh: "The Lord is really a natural leader."

Lance used this incident to mobilize the soldiers' emotions and ingrain their hatred for pirates in their hearts, so that they would not be as hesitant when encountering them in the future.

It's not even over yet, he plans to have the coat washed and set up a tomb of Lucas in the cemetery to continue to promote his spirit.

Hatred must be inherited, and the person responsible for the bad things done by the ancestor must be found.

After all, we can't tell them that it was the ancestor who really killed so many people in Hamlet.

I can only suffer the pirates one more time...

The aftermath of the pirate incident quickly subsided, because for the current size of Hamlet, the pirates with less than a hundred people couldn't cause any trouble at all. After all, they were taken down in just one meal, and everyone's attention quickly disappeared. Move on to something else.

"The fleet and convoy are going out again today."

"Isn't it? It's been packed for three days, and it's all full."

"..."

The sun had not yet fully come out and it was still dark. Lance stood on the pier. In front of him was a half-grown young man. He was Little John, a young apprentice in the grain store at that time.

He has some talent as a businessman, and he is also diligent and studious. He goes to school to audit whenever he has time. He is also literate and can count, so he is considered a self-taught talent.

"Are you afraid that you will be asked to follow the boat this time?"

"Don't be afraid!" Little John said without any hesitation, "I will do whatever the adults ask me to do."

"Okay, I'm very optimistic about you. I'll follow you to see more and learn more, and see one of the most prosperous cities in the world." Lance smiled and patted his shoulder, showing a very close attitude.

These two ships are full of goods. If they are shipped to Totnes and sold, there will be various resources on the next trip. The people in the business group are responsible for these things, but Lance also needs to start training his own people and give some to the newcomers. Chance.

After all, with his support, the business group will definitely continue to expand, and there are not enough people.

"The safety of the merchant ship is left to you. The task is very heavy, but I believe in you." Lance turned to look at Captain Wilson. This is the Navy's first escort mission.

"What kind of navy is a soldier who doesn't go to sea? I've long wanted to take those brats out for a spin." Wilson was very generous. He firmly believed that the young man needed more experience to truly become a naval soldier.

It's not like Lance has never thought about using the influence of the Red Beard Pirates in this area and flying their skull and crossbones flag. Even if they encounter pirates, they probably won't take action against them.

Anyway, once you leave this sea area and dismantle it, you can use up the influence of Red Beard.

But the facts are not actionable.

Because this route does not go directly to Totnes, but stops at several cities, not only for supplies, but also to open up the route and make this route more popular and active again.

As long as it is profitable, those merchants will find it on their own. If this sea route is active, Hamlet's situation can be revitalized.

Then it can't be related to pirates, otherwise it will cause unrest in those towns.

Not to mention that Lance only promoted hatred two days ago. Although wearing a pirate flag today can avoid being robbed by pirates, it will greatly hurt the mood of the navy.

So no more.

Just keep going and rely on your strength.

After the arrangements were made, the two cargo ships and a frigate set off towards the sea facing the halo on the horizon.

Lance only stood for a few minutes and then left directly. He still had many things to do. After all, today was also the day when the motorcade set off.

Walter also got up early. You can just get on the boat and leave, but when the convoy moves, there are hundreds of people, and there are many doorways among them.

Fortunately, Vic and a few old people helped, and the goods had been loaded long ago. All he had to do was hitch the horses and leave.

"Good morning, sir." When Walter saw the lord coming up, he hurriedly greeted him. His attitude of great willingness was the result of his study in the past two days.

Hamlet has indeed changed a lot since he left for a month. This lord's ability is so strong that he basically rebuilt a town in a short time and has to accept it.

"No problem?"

"No, we can leave immediately."

"I will lead the cavalry ahead to eliminate the bandits and bandits, but don't let your guard down, because no one knows how much of this information is reliable."

The two exchanged some information, and then, without waiting for the convoy, Lance took Disma and Boudicca, as well as forty carefully selected cavalry, and set off first.

"Let's go, follow me out to suppress the bandits."

"Hamlet must win!"

Forty armored cavalry is already an exaggerated figure in a place like this. When the horses run, the vibrations are extremely shocking.

This is just light cavalry. If it is heavy cavalry, if it is four hundred or four thousand... what will it be like to become a torrent of steel...

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"We've only been away for a few days, and it seems like they've really given up on these camps."

Geralt inspected the abandoned camp. It had only been a few days, but it looked like it had been abandoned for half a year. The lush vegetation had invaded, and the ground was covered with green sprouts and slender vines. Also climbed into the camp tent.

On the other side, Tardif was also checking the remaining traces of the camp. He really hoped that this was a fake, but it was obvious that the place was indeed abandoned.

In other words, his bounty is gone again.

Tardif couldn't help but curse when he thought of this.

"I curse this damn place!"

His reaction was not too surprising to the other people. It was obviously not like this on the first day.

In fact, Geralt's team has been searching in the wilderness for several days. The area explored on the map is getting larger and larger, but there are no more discoveries. The only clues are the campsites that have been abandoned long ago.

"It's getting late, let's take a rest for now." Geralt walked around the place to make sure there was no problem before he suggested setting up camp.

The other people didn't have any objections. After all, there was a ready-made shelter here. Although it was a bit eerie, how could anyone on the field who was not a skilled person be afraid of this.

Soon the camp was set up and the bonfire was lit.

"Check how many days can your food and water last?"

They don't have the storage space in the Reims showroom, so one of the reasons that limits their movement is logistics.

You have to bring food and drink by yourself, and in order not to affect the battle, you definitely can't bring too much, so seven days of rations and water is almost the limit.

After a few days of consumption, it was obvious that there were not many supplies left.

There were no pots or bowls, just iron kettles for boiling water, and the food we ate was compressed rusk, jerky, and cheese.

In fact, this kind of logistics is already very good for Tardif.

After everyone had finished packing, Geralt got some bad news. Everyone's food could only last for two or three days, which meant that after setting aside two days to go back, they would only be able to squeeze out one more day. Come explore.

"Just go back and resupply before coming back. We still gained something from this trip. After all, we know the movements of those cultists." Geralt appeased everyone, and then discussed tomorrow's tactics with Barristan.

Junia didn't care about this. She was still praying after eating.

As for Tardif, he seems a bit lonely. He is checking the equipment and polishing the ax blade by himself, ready to fight at any time.

Soon darkness fell, and several people gathered around the bonfire, simply lying on the cleared ground. Only Geralt sat holding his sword.

After the night watchmen were left behind, the camp gradually fell into silence, with only the crackling of the campfire coming from time to time.

Even Geralt, who was keeping vigil at night, couldn't help but slowly close his eyes to rest, while the light of the bonfire also faded, and darkness approached.

“ # ￥%\u0026……”

A slight sound from nowhere immediately startled Geralt. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked towards the darkness in the distance with a golden touch.

But there was nothing strange, An Jing... Everything just now was like an auditory hallucination.

Geralt also froze in place, but this situation could not last more than a few seconds before he suddenly shouted.

"Enemy attack!"

After saying that, he pulled out his sword with his backhand and swung it towards the darkness. The sound of gold and iron clashing was heard, and the exploding sparks instantly illuminated a figure in the darkness.

The next second, this figure slammed into the fire range. It was different from the cultists encountered before. It wore a black iron helmet full of religious meaning and had two iron claws in its hands as weapons.

He heard Lance say that these are the real elites of the Ascension Sect, not those trash fish.

But what troubled Geralt even more was that it was not just one, but a black shadow that was rapidly approaching in the darkness.

Fortunately, that sound also woke up the other three people. They were all sleeping in armor. When encountering this situation, they immediately got up and rushed forward with their weapons.

"Kill!" Tardif was emotionally affected by the bad luck of the past few days, and these guys happened to bump into him.

I saw him picking up the ax and slashing at it. His fighting movements were outstanding and he was fierce, and he was able to strike with a deadly hand. Moreover, he was also born with divine power, and he was able to suppress the elite cultist who had undergone countless flesh and blood rituals.

Walter didn't lie. This guy's fighting ability is really strong and he can be called a natural killing machine.

"Accept punishment!" Junia shouted excitedly, raised the warhammer and a bolt of lightning erupted directly on the field and shot at a cultist who was rushing over.

After the naked upper body came into contact with the concentrated flash of divine power, it immediately became charred black, as if it had been burned by fire. There was a gash in the skin and flesh.

But those guys didn't care about these injuries. On the contrary, Junia's exposure of the church's identity immediately attracted stronger revenge. Not only this one, but the believers on the other side also set their target on her body, and they picked up their iron claws and inserted them. Come here, I don’t know what hatred or grudges there are.

Junia's ability to cast magical spells is okay, but her actual combat ability, especially in close combat, is a bit weak. She can barely deal with one by relying on a suit of heavy armor.

But it would be very dangerous if they were besieged.

Fortunately, believers have companions, and so does Junia, and they are very solid barriers.

"Stand behind me!"

Barristan raised his shield and charged, directly pushing away the claws and even knocking the cultist back a few steps. Just as he was unsteady on his feet, the Morning Star Hammer was already aimed at the enemy and thrown out.

There was a heavy sound, which was the collision between the hammer and the helmet, but this kind of blunt blow was difficult to protect even if he was wearing a helmet. It was visible to the naked eye that his already staggering steps became even more wobbly.

Geralt's counterattack in the face of the night attack was equally fierce. He even changed his previous conservative attitude and killed the enemy in front of him as quickly as possible even if he took risks.

The long sword penetrated the heart of the believer, but it still did not kill him. Instead, he wanted to use his body to restrain Geralt's weapon. Regardless of the initiative to approach, he swung his claws out to take Geralt's head.

But Geralt had experienced many battles, how could he fall here? He kicked him hard and pulled out the sword, then waved the cultist's head with his backhand and flew up. He was finally dead and could no longer die.

The death of the enemy in front of him did not make Geralt relax at all. On the contrary, he was still highly vigilant and swept into the darkness.

He was very sure that he heard it correctly. The sound was that of a cult priest preparing some evil spell.

The attack that summoned the void monster almost killed the lords. Thinking of this, Geralt suddenly felt like he was facing a powerful enemy, and he understood that the team must not let it go if they wanted to survive.

But his eyes that could see through the night could not see through the darkness. The enemy must have used some kind of magic to cover up his figure. How could he find the hiding cult priest?

Geralt made a backhand move to free Junia from the battle, and then shouted: "There is an enemy hiding nearby, and I need to find him."

Everyone knew each other's abilities. Junia naturally understood what Geralt meant and immediately raised the holy book.

"God said let there be light..."

Then a scorching sun the size of a fist rose in front of her, and then exploded. The light instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness, and it was like daylight at this moment.