Our family is in decline

"It is our duty to save Hamlet." The mayor led a group of people forward, even with a short sword in his hand.

The baron was a little shocked when he saw the more than 100 people brought out by the mayor. This was already one-third of the town's population, equivalent to all the young people. Among them, some women and old people could also be seen picking up simple and simple things. weapons.

Hiss~ It’s so terrifying! Can't stay...

Thinking of this, the baron couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Alvin. Neither of them spoke, but they both revealed the same attitude.

Whether it is ambition or true loyalty, these people must die!

After exchanging breaths with Alvin, the baron signaled with a smile on his face.

"Good! I didn't expect that Hamlet and you warriors are really a blessing to that lord."

Then he made a few gestures to the cavalry beside him, "Let's get on the road quickly. The longer we delay, the more dangerous Hamlet will be."

"Let's go!" Alvin understood the meaning, shouted directly, joined the team and left here without looking back.

Several people in the town watched Alvin and the others go away and did not stop. Instead, they called and quickened their pace to leave the town and embark on the road to Hamlet.

This shows that they are serious.

But Alvin, who just disappeared, is waiting for his prey to come.

"Report, there are still eight hundred yards." A cavalryman rushed forward to report.

"Wear armor!" Alvin waved his hand, and naturally a knight attendant helped him take off the armor from the horse and put it on.

The other soldiers also began to help each other put on their armor, and they quickly completed their dressing.

After pulling away, they found a place suitable for cavalry charge and waited for those guys to come over.

…………

"Mayor, why didn't you take action just now?"

"Follow us, and we won't see us until we reach Hamlet, and the God Envoy will take action. Moreover, they will never expect that we are enemies. When the time comes, we will kill them by their side and catch them off guard. Cooperate with the God Envoy to kill them."

The mayor also realized that they were no match for the noble armies and had to rebel at critical moments to be effective, not to mention that only in that way could the gods notice them.

For this purpose, he brought out all the believers in the town. As long as he succeeded, he might be given a [seed] to gain eternal life.

Just thinking about this made his old body feel hot...

Also excited was Alvin.

"kill!"

Alvin took the lead without hesitation. When fifty heavy cavalry formed a formation and started running, the movement would definitely not be concealed.

The mayor, who was still dreaming, also felt the vibrations coming from the ground. Without waiting for any further reaction, he saw the fully armed knight rushing out from the front.

"Damn! This is a trap..."

"How did they find out?"

"No!"

The mayor suddenly realized that he seemed to be exposed. At this time, the cavalry was so close that it was not his turn to make any more struggles.

"For Hamlet!" Despair filled their hearts, but they could not be exposed, even if they died as Hamlet.

"For Hamlet!"

The mayor raised his arms and shouted, and other farmers also responded. They dared to raise their weapons to fight back in the face of the cavalry charge.

Even the cavalry and barons couldn't help but admire him for being so loyal.

But when Alvin heard this, his face under the helmet became even more ferocious, and he immediately rushed forward without saving any horsepower.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, he thrust out his lance with violent fury, directly sending the mayor's skinny body flying.

With a backhand sweep, the power of the lance was unstoppable. All the peasants it came into contact with had their muscles broken and their bones died instantly.

The other cavalry also rushed up, and it was almost impossible for anyone to survive after being shot.

The body was pierced by the lance, and the powerful impact could instantly destroy the body structure. The spine was broken and the internal organs were torn apart, like an exploding tomato.

On the contrary, the blows delivered by the peasants before their death seemed to be neither painful nor itchy, and did not break the defense at all.

Putting these heavily armed cavalry here is basically a dimensionality reduction strike.

But death did not scare them. The farmers still rushed forward without fear of death. They had not received any training and only knew how to poke the knights with the pitchforks in their hands.

Or he could physically stop the charging horses, swarm up and drag the cavalry off their horses, tear off their helmets, and use the weapons in their hands to greet them.

Using kitchen knives, axes and sickles, I tried every means to attract more knights.

These people may have experienced one or two flesh and blood rituals, and most likely they are in a group. The increase in physical body is very weak, and it can even be said that there is no difference from ordinary people.

But once they become possessed, their brain structure is changed and their concepts are distorted, there is basically no possibility of salvation for them...

After all, the gap is still huge. No matter how those farmers fight back, all that is left in the end is tragic massacre.

The cavalry went crazy, charging back and forth to kill all the untouchables who dared to resist. When they recovered from the killing, where would there be an enemy standing?

At this time, the battlefield was directly stained red with blood. Hundreds of people died here. Their corpses were in a mess, and some of them even turned into flesh and fell into the ground under the horses' hooves.

More blood seeped into the soil, feeding the evil and fearful things there...

Alvin looked back blankly, the lance in his hand also lost its support at this moment, and the gun tip hit the ground.

Even the Baron, who had experienced many battlefields, was shocked by this scene.

He had killed farmers who took up farm tools to resist because they could not pay taxes for various reasons, but those people would flee as long as he killed a few, and he could easily break through their formation.

But now none of these people have escaped!

When the two sides came into contact, these heavily armed cavalry did not disperse them immediately, but almost fell into them.

These situations have only been experienced among the barbarian war groups. They are not afraid of death for the survival of the tribe. What are these people for?

Would they do this for a lord who had abandoned them long ago?

The baron didn't know what to say, and couldn't calm down for a long time while looking at the tragic battlefield.

What happened on this land?

"Sir, five of them were killed in the battle, and most of them were dragged off their horses."

The soldiers on the side called out to bring the baron back to his senses. Only then did he notice that there were several isolated horses on the battlefield, and some were lying on the ground only gasping for air.

"Treat the wounded quickly! Clean up the battlefield." The baron didn't care to sigh here and quickly took over the situation.

The commander of this team is Alvin. Why did those soldiers report to the Baron immediately?

Although there was also a reason for prestige, it was more because no soldier wanted to provoke Alvin, whose anger had not subsided at this time.

If I report the casualties to him, I'm afraid I'll get a beating.

The baron turned his head and looked at Alvin, who was stained with blood on the armor and exuded a disturbing aura, and couldn't help but feel helpless.

But he still chose to lean in, because he could only do this chore.

"Lord Alvin, we..."

Sure enough, after hearing the loss of the team, Alvin came back to his senses, and his rage almost broke through the shackles of the armor.

"Damn it! We didn't have this loss even when we fought those barbarians."

Not to mention, when he charged towards the barbarians, only three were killed by the wolf warriors, but now five of them were actually killed after killing several peasants?

Want to know how many towns there are in Hamlet? If we all imitate them, if this continues, he will be gone before he reaches Hamlet.

Alvin was always in a bad mood, so it was no wonder that he was furious now.

"The situation is different. Few of the weapons of those barbarians can penetrate armor, and we also have an advantage in terms of numbers. They don't like to form formations.

But this time no one expected that these people were not afraid of death at all, and they had the advantage in numbers. They would rather use their bodies to stop them. This kind of loss is already a sign of our strength. "

Alvin was not an ignorant person. The killings just now had vented his anger, and he calmed down after the remaining anger subsided.

"Then what did Lord Hamlet do to make them so determined?" Alvin's words also revealed a sense of powerlessness, and he instinctively sought help from the teacher, "Teacher, what should we do now?"

Alvin's helplessness is not the Baron's helplessness.

Ever since I entered the Hamlet area, I've felt something wrong.

The real situation and the imagined situation were completely different. He even doubted whether the guy who collected the information was paid to do this fake news.

Didn’t he say that Lord Hamlet had lost control of his territory?

Why the hell do all of them dare to attack noble armed forces with farm tools?

Even ordinary people in Bastia cannot be so loyal.

Are you telling me this is out of control?

But as of today, there is no way out. Even if there is a dead end ahead, we still have to go up and try.

After all, the Baron grew up in the midst of fighting. This blow was nothing to him. He quickly calmed down and began to plan the next action.

"The situation in Hamlet is more complicated than we imagined. It is not only the problem of the cult, but also the local lords may have stronger control here than we imagined. If other towns and villages still have this determination , its control over us is very dangerous.”

"This is no longer an ordinary person, he must punch hard!" Alvin looked fierce and clenched his fists in front of him.

This attitude shows that he is an out-and-out hardliner who does not allow any compromise.

But the Baron is no longer a young man. Leading the army is not just about rushing and rushing, but also requires strategy. Therefore, he is more accustomed to considering interests.

"No~ we can't withstand the consumption anymore. The main conflict now is still the lord. Can we defeat Hamlet? You must know that there is a population of nearly a thousand. If everyone is like this, we..."

The Baron decisively unleashed a ruthless move - shaking people.

"I think it's better to report the current situation to the earl and send another team over. Then we can easily capture Hamlet Town."

"No!" Alvin immediately objected. Isn't this just telling his father that he is not doing things well and slapping him in the face?

It is when young people are rebellious and they finally seize the opportunity to prove themselves. He does not allow this. This is the bottom line.

The Baron was also a little helpless. Generally, they couldn't borrow power if they were born, but Alvin was born with the ability to borrow it, but he didn't want to.

Regardless of complaining, he still had to think about himself. This was indeed the case under certain circumstances. If he really asked Bastia for help, then his ability would probably be questioned.

"Now there is only one option, and that is to find a way to keep an eye on the barbarians to see their situation. If they really attack Hamlet, we will have a chance. If not, then find a way to force him to attack, such as pretending to be Hamlet's soldiers to attack the barbarians, and or……"

The baron really hopes that the barbarians will attack Hamlet now, so that they can take advantage.

Listening to the baron's words, Alvin probably understood that he had given up his previous decision to spread the news, because someone would really go to rescue Hamlet.

"The only thing we can do now is to rush to the vicinity of Hamlet and wait for news about the eagles before making the next step."

The high-spirited cavalry simply cleaned up the battlefield and then retreated. It was clear that they had defeated the enemy, but they felt as if they had failed.

Those enemies put too much pressure on them. They never expected that the farmers holding pitchforks could actually explode with such power. They were really shocked.

Alvin's state was actually similar. The battle was seemingly successful, but the original plan was shattered, which meant that the strategy failed for him. Even the atmosphere of the team was affected by him as the commander.

Failure tests the endurance of the heart, mind, and body.

Now it depends on whether he can learn from his mistakes and grow from his failures.

The team left the battlefield and embarked on the old path under the guidance of the map.

If a highly mobile unit like the cavalry wants to take advantage of it, it needs either a large plain or a flat road.

Although this old road is in disrepair, it is still the legacy of Hamlet.

For them, they finally no longer have to trudge through wilderness trails.

In terms of policy propaganda, the news of Hamlet accepting refugees was spread through traveling caravans, so many refugees can be seen walking on this old road.

Either their families were broken up because of the war, or they wanted to escape from the battlefield. Anyway, for various reasons, they wanted to find a glimmer of hope in this miserable world.

Some refugees turned around when they heard the noise and looked at the roaring team. Even if they had any dissatisfaction, they did not dare to speak out. Instead, they hurriedly hid aside for fear of causing any trouble.

It's just that not everyone can react. A team walking hard on the old road didn't notice it.

The pain robbed them of most of their senses. They could neither hear nor see what was going on behind them.

They didn't react until the cavalry approached, but their legs, feet and carriages did not allow them to leave the old road in a short time.

And the man pulling the cart had no intention of changing the route. He was still immersed in pulling the old cart like an old ox, as if he was not disturbed by the outside world at all.

Update progress (2/5)

I will try to update it, for Hamlet!

loyalty! ! !