Our family is in decline

"For Hamlet!"

"We are the Lord's sharp blade!"

"Kill!"

With roars, the cavalrymen drew their sabers and ran. The cavalrymen who had been harassing the enemy finally showed their strength.

Under the firelight, the sabers swung like flowing light. Without flesh and blood as a buffer, they could easily be crushed by the impact force. The crisp sound of the horses' hooves was countless bones.

If the artillery was a plow, then the cavalry was a comb to comb out the lice on Hamlet's head.

But the number of cavalrymen was still too small, and only a part of the area could be covered.

Why did the cavalrymen hold torches? Because in this dim environment, teammates needed to use torches to determine their positions.

Seeing the cavalrymen penetrate the skeleton formation, the infantrymen who had been waiting on the battlefield for a long time finally raised countless torches, illuminating a large number of musketeers.

"Free fire!"

The dense gunfire sounded, which was more like the crackling of firecrackers than the roar of artillery.

To be honest, the effect of the musket on the skeletons is not too obvious. Either it penetrates the bones, or even if it hits, it is only partially. Unless it is a vital part like the spine, it will not have much impact.

After two rounds of shooting, few skeletons fell, but the distance between the two sides was close, leaving them no room to shoot again.

Although the pressure of the surging tide has disappeared after multiple attacks, it is still a challenge for these infantrymen.

"Bayonet!"

The long guns with bayonets quickly hit the skeletons under the reverberating shouts. To be honest, it is not very optimistic.

The attack habit of the bayonet is stabbing, but the effect is obvious only when the target is a flesh and blood creature, so it is naturally useless for skeletons.

But they are here to train soldiers and must bear this kind of pressure. They are in groups of three or two, and if they are forced into a hurry, the butt of the gun will be blown up.

The real main force is the soldiers wearing armor and helmets, holding shields and one-handed hammers. They kill into the skeletons like playing whack-a-mole and hammering one by one.

The battle is over at this time, and the rest falls into garbage time.

Lance, who came out of the dungeon, happened to encounter such a battle. He watched the general situation from the side.

"Well, you did a good job."

After returning here, Lance realized that it had been seven days since he left, and Patton's military training was very successful. He really did this job.

In the past, there were not so many troops for him, so he could only be an artillery instructor, which was a waste of talent. Now the power of the integrated army is even greater.

The most intuitive thing he saw in the battle just now was that the discipline was very good, and the results of rigorous training were shown. It was also because of this that the cooperation between cavalry, artillery, and infantry could be seen.

There is also a special point that Hamlet's army has an advantage in night battles that ordinary armies cannot match.

First of all, these soldiers are well-nourished, and there is a certain degree of meat in the proportion of food, as well as offal and fish oil to supplement vitamins, so there is basically no night blindness.

As far as Lance knows, the proportion of night blindness among ordinary people in this era is very high, and they lack channels to supplement nutrition.

Therefore, most of the soldiers recruited from these serfs have night blindness. Even if they are brave and fearless, they can't do anything at night.

But Hamlet's enemies are not these now.

Lance turned back and signaled Patton.

"Recall the army, don't go to the ruins recently, your enemies may be..."

Lance began to arrange some tasks. Anyone can hear that those orders are switching from active attack to defense.

Patton and his men must agree with this, because the material consumption is really high now. Even if there is a steady stream of logistics in the past few days, the warehouse has never been full.

Although it is known that it is to deter those adventurers, such training is too exaggerated. Even the army of Totnes dare not do this.

Lance naturally knows it, otherwise why would he rather let adventurers develop the ruins than arrange troops there.

The cost is too high...

Let Patton take the legion back to the garrison, and then let the legion return to the town to settle down.

This move made those adventurers guess why there was no sound suddenly?

Lance did not follow them, but found Alvis.

"I have encountered some problems and need your help. The reward for the mission is that I will help you heal your injuries."

Lance got straight to the point. At their level, there was no need to hide anything. Who is not a smart person?

And what he could give was naturally the simplest, but very important reward for an old man.

Let's not talk about how he became a legend along the way. Basically, he has accumulated some hidden injuries. With his age, he will decline more or less.

Alvis did not question whether Lance could do it. During this period, he had a lot of understanding of Hamlet and the lord. Otherwise, he would not be willing to help.

However, he did not agree easily, but asked a very real question.

"What's the problem?"

"We found a portal and want to know if there is any risk in activating it and whether it can still be used."

"Is it that simple?" Alvis was also a little surprised when he heard it. This is equivalent to taking the test on the questions he is best at. Wouldn't he kill people indiscriminately?

"It's not that simple. That portal is very special. I took Alhazred to see it, but he couldn't solve it. He said that maybe only you could figure it out."

What Lance said was all true, but why did it sound a little strange?

Alvis had also come into contact with the mysterious scholar mentioned by the lord, and even saw him cast powerful spells.

Knowing that he was a scholar with profound knowledge in mysticism, even he couldn't solve it, so it must not be a common portal.

And more importantly, the mutual flattery was very useful to him, after all, it was a kind of recognition.

Of course, this can only be said at the same level. If you come with a half-baked or ordinary person, he will lose level if he tries to figure it out.

These spellcasters basically have similar problems in their thirst for knowledge, and since it is in the area he is most familiar with, Alvis can't help but be interested.

He also wants to see what kind of special portal it is, this opportunity is rare.

"I can go and see, but I can't guarantee the result."

"You won't regret it, this is a very precious opportunity..." Lance smiled and stretched out his hand to the mage.

I don't know why Alvis felt uneasy when he saw his smile, but his desire for knowledge still made him stretch out his hand.

The agreement was reached!

"Don't resist." Lance just said it and activated [Blood Reconstruction].

The exquisite control of blood and flesh allowed Lance to feel the powerful power contained in Alvis' body. As expected, even a spellcaster has many means to strengthen the body.

However, the consumption still exists, but he easily eliminates the hidden injuries.

Finally, he swipes a blessing and instantly adjusts his state to a level that was difficult to reach before.

"Ah this...!"

Alvis felt the old body sprouting vigorous vitality again, and all the dizziness, backaches and backaches disappeared, and even breathing felt much easier.

Once a person falls into aging, it is almost inevitable. As a legendary spellcaster, he certainly knows that the so-called ascension is not credible. He has seen too many strange longevity and rejuvenation, but most of the results are achieved in bizarre ways.

But judging from his reaction now, he did not notice any sequelae or curse.

He did not doubt the lord's ability, but he was shocked that it was completed so easily, and he fulfilled his promise before the mission began.

But he was also a little worried. After all, the easier it is to get something, the more expensive it is...

Lance paid the reward in advance because he was afraid that his health would be too poor and he would die before entering the dungeon.

Of course, if you accept my reward, you must work for me. There is no possibility of regret.

"Take a good rest these days. The place you are going is far away, and there is no carriage there."

After that, he got up and left, returning the place to him.

Lance knew that Alvis must be eager to check his physical condition and have any sequelae. These extraordinary people have always been like this. Those who are not careful will not live to this day.

Then Lance went to meet masters like Tardif and Laura, and used his spirituality to strengthen them directly to the champion.

Lance did not think that it was easy with only the last step left. On the contrary, it was more dangerous at this time, because the enemy who was forced into a desperate situation would make the strongest resistance.

So at this most dangerous time, Lance did not hesitate to show his strength and told them again about the grand vision, the spirit of Hamlet who was willing to fight against the evil god for the sake of mankind, and he was the only one left who still refused to surrender.

Of course, he also led them to look forward to a hopeful future after Hamlet solved the evil god...

Grand narrative is actually a political theory, which is no different from religion to a certain extent, and both give people an intangible picture.

But in addition to material life, humans also need spiritual satisfaction to support them to move forward in this desperate world.

Lance does not even need to use the voice of charm to make his words full of temptation, because no one can refuse light in the dark.

They have proved their loyalty, which is why Lance is willing to win them over, making the greatest efforts to strengthen the overall strength as much as possible.

Even if something went wrong on his side and the darkness came, the powerful force of reality could resist it, at least until he came back.

Both Tardif and Laura were not good at speaking, and they could not say much about this.

But they had been in society and knew that no employer or lord could do what the man in front of them did.

"Now is the last darkness before dawn, and the enemy's counterattack will be more fierce, so you must be careful."

"Nothing can escape the eyes of the war eagle!"

Laura's fanatical voice awakened the falcon, and it immediately responded with a strong cry.

It also ate a lot of benefits just now, and the power of blessing seemed to make it out of the category of ordinary creatures.

"Their bounty is mine." Tardif (blowing his nose) responded simply, and it seemed that he did not take the danger seriously.

Looking at the attitudes of the two, Lance was also quite satisfied. There are many who are capable, but confidence is the most important.

After giving some instructions, they arranged for the two to leave, but Lance was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he summoned another special person, that is, Boslake, who had brought a group of barbarians to join him.

"Lord."

"Has the resettlement been completed?"

"It has been completed. Most of the barbarians have been resettled without any problems."

Lance was asking about the barbarians who came. According to the plan, the barbarian mercenaries were split into the army, and the other members of the tribe were dispersed and resettled in several newly developed collective farms in the wilderness.

The reason is that the large family model implemented by their tribe is easy to form a group, and now it is split into small families. This is to destroy their sense of belonging to the original tribe and prevent those who belong to the same tribe from starting again.

And the combat-capable part will be removed first, and then Boslake, the leader, will be the translator, and the remaining ones will have no ability to resist.

In fact, these barbarians had their tribes destroyed and were ravaged by those large tribes, so they had no ability to resist.

If Boslake can't do it well, then don't do it.

However, Lance reminded him with a little dissatisfaction about his story.

"Wrong, not the barbarians. There is no concept of ethnicity in Hamlet. You have one and only one identity, that is, the Hamlet people."

He didn't like to fall into the trap of ethnicity. Otherwise, if you really count the barbarians' tribes, one ethnicity for each tribe, how can that be?

This tendency should be eliminated from the beginning, at least officially only the identity of Hamlet residents should be recognized.

Boslake was also a little confused about why the lord reacted this way. For them, only people from their own tribe were their own people, so he didn't know how to describe people from several tribes, so he used the common names of the imperial people.

Having been a mercenary in the empire for many years, he still knew some ways of survival. He was afraid of angering the lord, so he could only bow his head and agree.

"Yes!"

"Okay, okay, don't be nervous." Lance comforted him with a casual chat. Seeing his serious attitude, he couldn't help but laugh and tease, "How is it, I didn't treat you unfairly?"

"No." Boslake answered without much hesitation.

This is not flattering the lord, but the fact.

Because he coordinated the entire process of the barbarian resettlement in many cases, he knew that the treatment was the same as those of the newcomers.

And for them who just wanted a chance to survive, it was good not to be suppressed. After all, they were excluded in front of the so-called own people in the mountains. (End of this chapter)