Our family is in decline

The sudden gunshot didn't attract much attention, but Lance's movement touched everyone's hearts.

Both the bandits and the soldiers seemed to have stopped at this moment, all focusing on the figure.

Lance could feel something hitting the armor, which was obviously different from the impact of weapons, because just two or three seconds later he felt heartbreaking pain, as if his chest had been torn open by something.

Is this what it feels like to be shot...

"He is dead after being shot, come on!" Lao San noticed something strange about Lance and immediately shouted loudly to encourage the bandits without covering up.

As expected, when the bandits saw Lance stunned for no reason, they immediately burst out with strong fighting spirit. They had been avoiding him just now, but now they rushed over.

"Protect your lord!" Andrew shouted loudly, trying to organize a team to go over, but Lance rushed too deep just now.

These new recruits can protect themselves, but it is impossible to save others.

Lance was also aware of the situation he was facing. He could see the ferocious faces of those people through the helmet, as if they wanted to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

But why isn’t he like this~

You are all my gift - the time for great food has come!

【Flesh and blood reconstruction】

The bullet embedded in the body was squeezed out by the muscles.

[Blessing] flowed through his body, and the blood that had softened slightly surged up again.

That is power—infinite power!

The face hidden under the helmet began to look crazy, and the approaching bandits could even hear dull laughter.

Is he laughing?

But before the bandits could react, Lance, who was standing where he was, moved.

The long sword slashed out without any skill at all, but it showed even more exaggerated power than before.

With one strike of the sword, the person was split in half from the shoulder to the waist, and the flying forequarters finally reacted.

He is laughing!

Lance was like a mad bull, crashing directly into the group of bandits, killing wantonly with the sword in his hand, and no one could stop them.

The bandits who had just rushed forward turned around and ran away, but they kept cursing the No. 3 leader who had deceived them.

Is this what you call being shot and crippled?

Fucking harder than before!

No. 3 was also too preoccupied with himself. He could feel that the man noticed him, and the gaze under the helmet was on him, arousing a chill.

The bandits standing in front of him were being hacked to death with swords, and the distance between them was shrinking.

Seeing that the last obstacle between him and that person had been chopped down, and there was no longer an obstacle between the two, No. 3 could no longer withstand the tremendous pressure.

"I surrender!"

But Lance didn't waver at all, and the sword in his hand swept across.

"No!"

No. 3 only had to shout before he saw a stream of blood splashing out. The head flew up and when he saw the severed body, he realized that it was his own blood.

Desperate! Trapped in siege! And forced to keep fighting…

At this time, the gun formations blocking the front and back were no longer important to the bandits. They were already on the verge of collapse, and the death of the leader completely obliterated the resistance of the bandits.

"I surrender……"

"Wuwu...don't kill me..."

"Help……"

The bandits cried... abandoned their armor and begged Lance for mercy, praying to live...

But the strength of Lance's sword swing remained undiminished at all, and blood and flesh flew everywhere wherever he went. No bandit could escape his blade.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

until……

Lance suddenly stopped and looked up to face the gun formation. He realized something and turned back to look. There was no standing bandit behind him.

He slashed from the street to the end of the street, directly cutting through the bandits' team, and the rest fell under his sword.

An armored man soaked in blood suddenly rushed out, startling the recruits blocking the road behind. Fortunately, they quickly recognized the lord.

But such a strong record really left them stunned in place.

Even Leonard and Barristan, who were supervising the battle from behind, couldn't help but be surprised.

The Lord Lord is growing too fast!

Although they were confident in their own strength, they did not dare to break into such a melee. Even with armor, they would still accumulate injuries, especially in the face of hammers with armor-piercing and blunt weapon attributes.

Not to mention that there is a limit to physical strength. Once the strength cannot keep up, it is like an iron can, waiting to be pried open.

But now the lord has done it. This kind of strength has caught up with or even surpassed them.

"Long live the lord!"

I don't know who shouted, and then other soldiers also shouted, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak.

Lance also took off his helmet, revealing his blood-stained resolute face.

"Hamlet must win!" Lance raised his sword high and roared ear-splittingly.

"Must win!"

"Must win!!"

"Must win!!!"

At this moment, everyone seemed to feel a strong sense of honor surrounding themselves, and the recruits involuntarily raised the spears in their hands and shouted as loud as they could.

They succeeded.

Under the leadership of the lord, they completed an almost impossible task and defeated the bandits under harsh conditions and a huge disparity in numbers.

Exterminate the bandits on Hamlet's land and avenge those dead relatives and friends.

Cheers resounded through the streets, and everyone was enjoying the joy of victory.

Lance put down his sword, looked back at the corpses of the bandits and frowned slightly.

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

Then he looked into the distance, looking at the looming cliffs in the distance.

The bandits have been wiped out, but that doesn't mean Hamlet is safe.

Only he knows how many enemies there are on this land, including fallen humans, ferocious beasts, abominable evil spirits, twisted strange demons...

Now he is not qualified to lie down and enjoy the victory. As long as the old thing doesn't die, he won't be able to sleep well.

But now is not the time to talk about this. He doesn't want to disturb those people's interest.

This victory was iconic. Using the blood of these bandits to consecrate the recruits meant that Hamlet had finally established a certain fighting strength. His territory was no longer ravaged by others, and his family would not be stolen even if he laid down his capital in the future.

"Attention everyone!"

Lance called out and then began to give instructions.

"Immediately check whether you are injured. Separate all the wounded for treatment. Then clean the battlefield for those who are not injured. Use your weapons to check the bandits. Kill them if they are not dead..."

It was their first time to experience fighting on the battlefield, and they had a lot to learn.

Fortunately, there are Leonard and Barristan who can lead them away.

Thanks to [Bookworm Little Gold] for the 2000 reward.

Thanks to [Bai Mu Xuanxuan] for the 1500 reward.

Thanks to [Don’t Beat the King] for the 100 reward.

Ancestor’s small classroom has started:

鳳[huī]

Destroy; collapse: "～man's city."

鳳[duò]

The ancient word "lazy" means laziness.