Our family is in decline

Compared to the ruins of the city, the location of the old house is actually a remote corner suburb, so no undead skeletons can be seen here.

The same cultists scattered around, even if they hear the message delivered by the cult cardinal immediately, they still have to run a long way if they want to come over.

This is because they did not go deep into the ruins, but were already on the periphery of the ruins before they could arrive now.

It's a pity that Lance and the others have finished cleaning up the old house. Are those guys coming here now to die?

"Go down and deal with them."

Although he had expected it, Lance was still a little bored when he saw the cultists and soldiers fighting.

These cultists are really like cockroaches, they can't be killed, and a few more appear out of nowhere.

Their task of cleaning up the old house was over, and there was a plan for the next stage, so there was nothing left to miss.

Lance took the information and dismantled the telescope.

When you go home, you still have to take things...

As early as Lance and the others entered the old house, those soldiers began to operate.

They rushed over from the sea cliff one after another, then took over the equipment left by the lord and began to set up a camp based on the collapsed buildings outside the old house.

In fact, there were cultists among the ruins of some buildings outside the old house. It was not unnoticed when more than 300 people poured in. However, in the face of the absolute numerical advantage, each person was turned into mud with every shot.

These navies rarely have a full complement of pistols. Because the space on the ship is small and long-barreled muskets cannot be used, their training includes a large number of indoor close-range combat subjects.

They are also the few in the army who retain cold weapon training. Whether the secondary weapon is a sailor sword or an ax is up to them.

This is why Lance wants to pull them over, they are suitable for fighting in the ruins.

Three hundred people formed small teams and were cleaning the area around the old house. They moved quickly and had clear goals. The first thing was to seize the commanding heights.

A few gunshots rang out inside the masonry-built tower among the ruins, but only half of it remained. The sound reverberated in the building and became deeper and deeper until it dissipated.

Soon the tower was recaptured by the soldiers from the cultists. The spiral staircase climbed up to the section of the tower. Sharpshooters set their guns on it, and deputies were equipped to observe and watch.

It was probably designed to protect the old house back then. Although the top collapsed and only half of it was left, it is now playing its role again.

Climbing high and looking far, they could better perceive the surrounding situation, and then they discovered the cultists coming from the surrounding area.

Solving the scattered cultists on the periphery does not reflect their abilities. Now is the time to test them.

"Gather! Gather! The enemy is coming."

"Concealed, where is my ammunition?"

"Hurry up and bring up the artillery!"

Yes, the Navy also has its own artillery team. Although Hamlet's artillery has not yet been put on board, the talents can be trained first.

All parties are ready, waiting for the cultists to come up and give them a heavy blow.

"Boy, why are you shaking? I don't know, you thought you were floating on the boat." The veteran waiting in the bunker noticed the condition of the recruits beside him and couldn't help but laugh and joke.

"I'm not afraid, I just killed a cultist." The recruit muttered, not paying attention to the ridicule of the veterans, and just tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.

"Hahaha, just hide behind us then."

"Don't laugh at me. It was your first time on the battlefield and you were so frightened that you couldn't even hold your gun."

"Fart! I killed two enemies the first time I went to the battlefield."

"Stop making noise, here we come!"

The observing sentry gave a warning, and the entire position fell into silence. Everyone was checking their equipment and preparing ammunition.

The last time the deep divers invaded, there were many casualties, including naturally the navy, which had only a small number of people.

New recruits will come out later to fill in the ranks. At the same time, the newcomers also dilute the proportion of veterans, but as long as they can survive a few battles, they are still veterans.

War is a very serious matter. It takes more than ten years for life to grow, but death lasts only a moment, and war is full of death.

These veterans ignore death because they have seen too much death, whether it is their own side or the enemy, and they are even a little numb.

Of course, more importantly, they have something more worth fighting for than survival.

It is not some vague slogan, nor is it an abstract individual, but a new social order that they have seen and experienced with their own eyes.

For Hamlet...

Ordinary cultists do not have the ability to directly receive oracles. They must communicate them through spellcasters such as witches, officials, and cardinals, and the information they receive is also very vague.

But the problem is that Lance killed the top leaders of the Ascension Sect. The chief officials, cardinals, and even the choir were all on the streets in a short period of time, except for the mysterious leader.

It is equivalent to taking down the entire headquarters of the Ascension Sect, leaving the minds of these cultists who rushed back from outside to remember the time when Lance first invaded, and the information has not been updated at all.

Anyway, they rushed forward in one fell swoop. When they entered the outer ruins, they ran into the army that had been ambushing them for a long time.

"fire!"

Several artillery pieces roared from the artillery position in the distance. Those who had not been shot were still watching the rising thick white smoke curiously, and the next second the projectiles tore their bodies apart.

Even the strong body that they were proud of could hardly withstand the pure attack of artillery without any supernatural power.

This is the victory of science!

But this is just the beginning. Then the army hidden in the ruins of the building began to shoot intensively. Bullets are not a serious injury to the cultists. They can heal with some time.

But the problem is that the soldiers also know this. They shoot only to interrupt the action, stop them, and let more cultists gather.

"Be careful of bombs!"

Accompanied by loud shouts, dense grenades were thrown out.

These are specially selected for good bombing results. For a while, all the grenades fell into the cultists.

There was no accident. The explosions sounded one after another. The shock wave and fragments made the cultists who were already shot fall into dizziness.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, only the cultists who were crooked were left on the spot. There was basically no one who could stand in the core explosion area.

The gunshot wounds and shrapnel tore their flesh and blood, and the blood flowed uncontrollably. There were also some broken limbs and arms. I don’t know which unlucky guy happened to be blown up.

But the cultists' powerful and strange flesh and blood power was resisting death, the wriggling flesh and blood healed, and the stunned ones tried to get up.

But there were more props in the army.

"What wind direction?"

"Southeast wind, throw it in front."

The throwers took out new things in the shouting.

This was a bomb with a small amount of powder. It was not an iron shell, but a cardboard package. It should be considered a larger firecracker, but the unique thing was that it was wrapped with [corpse spores].

The special biochemical weapon was ignited and thrown out, and the next second it exploded among the cultists. The spores also spread under the push of gunpowder, and the autumn wind further promoted this process.

The corpse spores landed on the exposed wounds of the cultists and started to work instantly. The flesh and blood were still wriggling but did not recover. Instead, they were devoured and withered by the spores, just like a strange plague.

The wounds could not be healed. Instead, corrosion and continuous bleeding took away their last vitality, and they could only turn into bones. The corpses could not be left intact, let alone ascend.

In the long battle with the cultists, Hamlet's soldiers have accumulated a lot of experience, which is basically aimed at their tactical arrangements.

And the two sides are not only different in tactics, but more importantly, there is a generation gap in equipment.

One can only charge forward without even a piece of armor on his body, relying on his flesh and blood, and using cold weapons that can only be wielded when in front of him.

And the other knows how to organize, arrange reasonable tactics, use restrained equipment, and further reduce the difficulty of confrontation through the firepower coverage displayed by the advantages of weapons and equipment.

In their confrontation, it is not without the emergence of extraordinary power.

This side is the base camp of the Ascension Sect, and those dead cultists have added a few more strengths.

The cult witch hidden in it began to cast spells to interfere with those armies and also wanted to treat teammates.

However, at this time, sporadic gunshots rang out, and the cult casters waving their staffs burst into blood, and some of them just tilted their heads and went to see the ancestors.

Hamlet's snipers had already occupied the position. Their targets were not those ordinary cults. Following the teachings of the lord, they only focused on high-value targets.

However, the number of snipers trained by the navy is still too small, and their actual combat experience is not rich enough to completely cover those targets.

Moreover, it is difficult to say the accuracy of the musket. In terms of power, it cannot kill the enemy beyond a certain distance, but the reloading time is enough for them to launch a counterattack.

Although the strange evil spells are difficult to form a range attack, they are also scattered on those soldiers.

The brain is like being inserted into a hot steel needle. When the feeling eases a little, it is as if a strange whisper rings in the ear. At the same time, negative emotions begin to surge unconsciously, and inexplicable pressure surges.

Fear and despair occupy most of it, and hope suddenly becomes so slim that it seems to suffocate.

After all, they have only come into contact with pirates and deep divers. The evil spells of deep-sea shamans do not attack the soul so directly, so even if they have heard about it from veterans a long time ago, it is still difficult to resist.

These are all obstacles for them to become veterans. If they can cross them, they will be fine. If they can't cross them, they have to consider psychological treatment.

No one can help them with this, it depends on themselves.

Some of those who endured it were fine. Although their faces were slightly pale, they still knew what they should do.

But some weak-willed recruits might fall into a state of torture when faced with this situation, forcing others to send people to control them and take them back to the rear.

This situation did interfere with those soldiers, but the artillery position was not here. The loaded artillery roared again, and the powerful projectiles whizzed past, causing some cultists who had just recovered to break their bones again.

At the same time, several exposed spellcasters were also paid special attention. Snipers called out their names and demolition hands threw grenades.

It was just that perhaps because they had suffered a loss just now, those cultists also knew to disperse and no longer gather. With the help of the chaotic ruins for cover, the counterattack just now did not achieve too obvious results.

This distance is no longer a safe distance for shooting. If you get closer, you will have to draw blood with the bayonet. This will be a big problem for the navy who have not experienced close combat.

What is even more troublesome is that their field capabilities are not as good as those of the army, not in terms of personal ability, but in terms of experience and tactical command.

Because their imaginary enemy is at sea, relevant training and tactical arrangements are also centered around this.

At this time, Lance had previously said that he had mobilized some veterans who were proficient in defensive warfare to assist in the command, and now they have played a role.

"Move! Don't fucking stand still."

"Rely on the favorable terrain to attack in stages!"

"Team follow me!"

The soldiers of the Army will not play head-on with those cultists. These veterans are as slippery as loaches.

They will use all the resources at hand to continuously weaken those cultists. When the bayonet is red, it is usually a last resort, or it is the final last resort.

When the cultists dispersed, the three hundred marines were also divided into five-person teams under the command, and the two teams looked after each other.

He did not fight head-on with the cultists, but slowly retreated, but in the process he continued to use guns and bombs to bleed the cultists.

Wait until the consumption is almost the same and then go up and kill those mindless cultists. Simply put, it means using space to consume those cultists.

Some of these soldiers are new recruits, but they have all received basic training from the training camp, and those who can pass are all qualified soldiers.

Their organization will show when they know what they should do when being guided.

And they also grew up quickly in the process, because they discovered that those weird-looking cultists were not so scary.

Once the desensitization is complete, they will understand—ah! That's it?

During this process, it was not true that no one was attacked, injured, or tortured by evil spells, but they were all quickly brought back to the rear for processing.

Overall, Hamlet is "retreating" and is forced to return to his old home, but in fact many cultists have also fallen on this road.

Although the previously occupied position was taken back by the cultists, you must know that there are no building ruins in the area at the entrance of the old house.

What does shrinking the front lines mean?

This means that two cannons were fired, and the artillery that had been silent for a long time roared again.

"emission!"

The projectile crashed into the cultist, and the next second it was stained with blood and rolled down the grass. It seemed slow, but the weeds and shrubs were directly crushed when it touched it.

It was obvious that as the distance got closer, the remaining power of the projectiles plowed clear straight lines directly on the grass.

From a height, it looks like a paintbrush painting on the grass, but the dye is... flesh.