Our family is in decline

At dawn, the town of Hamlet woke up as usual, and the hardworking people started their busy day early.

The boring labor day after day did not make them bored, but the fulfilling and stable life soothed their hearts.

Fireworks and misconceptions can be seen everywhere in small towns.

It's just that the fireworks in some places seem a bit too big...

You could see the plume of smoke rising into the sky, and everyone in the town couldn't help but look in that direction.

"Isn't that a farm over there?"

"Is it a fire?"

"What happened?"

Just when everyone was talking, the alarm bell rang. All the soldiers on leave canceled their leave and rushed to the camp. The police officers began to patrol outside. At this time, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Are they robbers and bandits? Or are they cultists?"

"I think they're deserters. I heard there's been a war going on outside."

"The fight won't end here, right?"

"Whoever the enemy is, I'm going to help defend them. Anyone who wants to come in must ask the guy in my hand first." The man put down his work and walked towards the town.

"I've been to militia training, I'll go too."

"Count me in!"

After someone took the lead, many people responded quickly.

Which noble in the empire can raise a team at will?

Other lords may not be able to do this when they encounter an enemy and try their best to pull strong men, but people like Hamlet take the initiative to take responsibility without even asking the lord to ask.

the reason is simple.

In the past, they used their own flesh and blood to support the entire empire, but they did not ask for much.

They just want to live, what's wrong with them?

But what did they get?

After experiencing a series of escapes from natural and man-made disasters, I truly understood what it means to "be a peace dog rather than a person in troubled times."

Fortunately, the lord saved them and accepted them, giving them new hope.

From eating some to being full, now I can still eat meat from time to time.

Work is rewarded, there will be no trouble from management, and there will be no oppression from nobles and bureaucrats.

If you save some money, you can send your children to school to learn literacy. Today, the children of this family will be rewarded with eggs, and tomorrow, the children of that family will be rewarded with milk.

Everyone can feel that life is getting better day by day.

But now there are people who want to destroy this life and take away their hope.

Then you have to ask them if they agree!

At this moment, even the most honest person picked up the guy next to him and followed him.

Sometimes people are just so weird.

You say they are weak and can be bullied, just like the villages massacred by Wolf Warriors. No one dared to resist even though they knew they were doomed.

At this time, once these same ordinary people have faith and someone takes the lead, they will burst out with very terrifying power.

All those who slight them will pay the price.

People in the refugee camp on the other side also saw the smoke column, but most of them were indifferent and indifferent. They didn't bother to care at all and didn't understand what it meant.

In one of the shabby tents, several cultists began to meet.

"Shall we do it now?"

"No, after they send out troops, someone will respond to us."

Several people gathered together and whispered something. Sure enough, after the well-equipped cavalry left, some noises began to be heard in the refugee camp.

What war has been fought here...

Why were they abandoned to die...

What lord sold them...

What……

Why do rumors have a market? Because it meets the emotional needs of those people.

These refugees who had escaped from the war and wanted to stay away from the war naturally had a strong reaction when they heard these words.

In the end, the guy who spread the rumors revealed his true purpose.

"The only way to survive is to escape into town."

"Run away!"

"Why can they eat meat and we only have gruel?"

"Come in, eat his mother, drink his mother!"

"Brothers, follow me!"

With the sound of agitation, an inexplicable smell spread among the crowd. The strange power shook their minds and brought out the emotions in the hearts of the refugees. Soon the entire camp was controlled by chaos, which further intensified the panic.

At this time, a few guys ran out to take the lead, and these refugees also began to move towards Hamlet, but the leaders slowly disappeared among the crowd.

Hundreds of refugees were encouraged to flock towards the town. Once these guys entered, it would cause chaos, not to mention the cultists among them.

But if you want to know where Hamlet's military camp is, it happens to be guarding the entrance to the town.

When these refugees came over, they saw a well-prepared army blocking the town in front of them.

This is an infantry of fifty men, arranged in a double line formation.

Their equipment has been updated. There are no spearmen anymore, and they are all equipped with long-barreled muskets.

In order to ensure their close combat capabilities, the army's top brass also made improvements. They can be seen wearing a short-barreled musket and a bayonet around their waists.

When necessary, they only need to install bayonets and they also have good melee capabilities.

This group was the first group of soldiers to complete the change of equipment and adapt to the new tactics and various arrangements through training. They were supposed to go to the wilderness to change defenses in a few days, but now they were given an actual combat environment.

The leader stood out from the team and shouted to the refugees with a tin trumpet.

"Stop immediately! Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

"Go back now, otherwise we will kill you without mercy!"

"..."

Faced with the approaching darkness of the refugees, these soldiers did not react at all. They just calmly raised their muskets, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

They didn't understand the shouting, but the soldier's action undoubtedly poured cold water on the heads of the restless refugees, and the threat of death calmed them down.

The three hundred or so people immediately started to be in chaos, and some of them broke away from the team and wanted to return to the camp, which made the cultists dissatisfied.

Who did you choose?

Do you want us to come?

Immediately he encouraged even harder.

"Don't believe them! They will kill you if you go back. It's better to go up and fight with them."

"They don't dare to shoot!"

"The muskets are useless. I was shot last time and just lay there for three days."

Those cultists mixed in with the crowd made all kinds of violent remarks and were forced to come out to take the lead again.

Their pace never stopped, but no one fired, which made those people feel that the soldiers did not dare to take action, so they couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Soon the distance reached one hundred and fifty yards, and the leader naturally put down the horn in his hand.

He was only shouting because there are regulations in the army for dealing with mobs. He must make it clear first. If you don't listen after the warning, nothing will happen.

In fact, both the team leader and the soldiers mostly hated these guys who were making trouble after being rescued by the lord. They only shouted but did not shoot because they were not within shooting range.

And now the moment they step into the shooting range, the outcome is already decided.

"Fire in a row!"

There are no scruples in this era. If you dare to cause trouble, you must be prepared to pay the price.

Following the leader's shout, the gunmen in that row fired directly without any hesitation.

The overlapping gunshots made a deafening roar that resounded throughout the open space, and the smoke that rose instantly formed a smoke screen.

They had no experience in dealing with muskets, and the dense grouping brought them ambition, but they also became the best targets.

There was no need to even aim. When the bullets roared into the dense crowd, they instantly caused a large number of casualties.

His face was smashed, his head was blown open, and the juice splashed out like a watermelon, causing those around him to scream in horror.

Some hands and feet were directly broken...some abdomens were smashed...

This is the power of a large-caliber flintlock gun. Just a collision can cause serious damage.

But the soldiers' shooting did not stop. When the first row finished shooting and retreated to reload, the second row had already raised its gun and moved forward.

"shooting!"

In the sound of the command, the sound of neat gunshots sounded, like a sickle cutting wheat, falling directly on the side.

This is the power of lining up to shoot, which can quickly tear apart the enemy's formation and break the enemy's psychology.

Miserable wails rang out among the refugees. This round of shooting instantly dissipated their greed, and they ran around in fear, trying to escape.

But the cultists hiding among them felt an inexplicable power, and were not afraid of the blood splashing on themselves. They even took the initiative to grab the flesh and blood and stuff it into their mouths. Then they felt as if endless power was emerging from their bodies.

"Haha...hahaha..."

"Flesh and blood soars!"

"God, take me away..."

Under the temptation of flesh and blood, these cultists hidden among the crowd began to lose control, and the surrounding refugees became their primary targets.

They had no weapons, but like crazed zombies, they threw themselves at the nearby refugees, scratched and bit them, biting off their flesh and blood. The blood that oozed out made their entire faces look like crazy and full of evil.

Now the refugees were even more confused. They were chased by the blood-stained cultists and even dared to ask for help from the soldiers.

"help me!"

"Please help me!"

"Ah! Get out of here!"

It's just that the soldiers who asked for help from the refugees didn't respond at all. Some were reloading silently, but the first row just now had finished loading and raised their guns at those who dared to approach.

Whether they are really asking for help or whatever the reason is, they are not allowed to get close.

"shot!"

Bullets don't have eyes, they attack directly and indiscriminately, mowing down all the refugees and cultists.

The indifference of the soldiers who turned around was in sharp contrast to the madness of those people, who seemed not to care about the lives or deaths of these refugees at all.

And this is indeed the case.

There are indeed some people in the refugee camp who are queuing up, but most of them are lazy people who have accumulated.

The conditions were relaxed, and anyone who was willing to work could earn a living.

But these people neither wanted to work nor continue to flee, so they just lay down here and had sex for free with the bowl of gruel that was originally given to the new arrivals every day.

The existence of these people pollutes Hamlet. Many people in the town are dissatisfied with this, and there are also many opinions among the army.

Everyone thinks that the lord is still too kind...

Now is the opportunity to clear out these moths and tell them that there is a price to pay for free sex.

"shooting!"

Another order was issued, followed by gunshots, sweeping away anyone who dared to come close.

However, fifty people lined up in two lines and fired consecutively, turning the one hundred and fifty yards into a fatal distance. This is the power of the musketeers after the number increases.

Especially against these refugees without armor, they are like harvesters, and there is a beauty of strength.

"Everyone get down!"

"Surrender without killing!"

When the team leader saw that they were almost there, they shouted again. This was not the first time they faced those cultists, and they knew that if they continued to kill the cultists, they would become stronger.

Finally, under the threat of death, most of them lay down.

But the chaos was not calmed down. After the refugees fell down and surrendered, the cultists who were still standing were very conspicuously exposed.

They are not afraid of the power of muskets. Even if they are maimed by bullets, they will still be unable to stop them. As long as they grab the corpses on the ground and devour the flesh, they can see that the injuries on their bodies are healing at an inhuman speed.

On the contrary, death brought strength to them, and their thin limbs began to become strong.

It's just that a large amount of power in a short period of time damaged their brains, but the urge for flesh and blood and death became even stronger.

In contrast, the musketeers were still reloading calmly and would not be affected by the outside world at all.

"shooting!"

Gunfire roared, crazy killing!

…

The army stopped the refugees outside the town, but how could the Ascension Sect's methods be so simple.

Those who mingled among the refugees thought that the ones on the farm outside were bait to lure away the cavalry, but for those cultists who actually took action, the refugees outside the town were also bait, used to entangle the army.

Some elite cultists had been lurking around the town for a long time. When the refugees started to entangle the army, they emerged from all over the surrounding areas and rushed into the town to prepare for killing and destruction.

They want to bring fear to Hamlet and show them who is...

Just when they broke in, they found that all the intersections entering the town were guarded by militiamen holding spears. Those eliminated spears could be put to good use to arm these brave men who were willing to stand up and defend Hamlet.

And there were not only spearmen, but also militiamen holding wooden shields. Judging from the neat appearance of the groups, it was obvious that they had been trained.

Lance knew how bad Hamlet was. There had always been organizations training some militiamen. They didn't need to be the same as the regular army. They just needed to be somewhat organized and able to understand orders.

Just like it is now, won't the effect be shown?

How many cultists can there be? Consumed by Lance's repeated attacks, at least they couldn't draw so many people around Hamlet.

On the contrary, Lance can easily recruit several times the number of militiamen. These people have undergone simple military training, are well organized, fight locally, and have morale blessings.

At the same time, these people are also led by the police officers who have been transferred from the army. What they need is not to kill the enemy, but to maintain order. When encountering the enemy, they will evacuate the people, or go up to hold them back and wait for support.

Very conservative, but enough for them.

Because there are still some ruthless people in this town. (End of chapter)