Our family is in decline

I have to say that when he saw this, Lance suddenly felt recognized.

I was quite emotional for a while~

He suddenly traveled through time and didn't have much sense of identity with this world. The moment he landed here, he became proficient in deception and abduction, all driven by his will to survive. He did so many things during this period that he had never done in his previous life.

He just knew how fucked up this world was, so he forced himself to struggle.

How can a man live in the world between heaven and earth and live in depression for a long time?

He used Disma and all of them like tools, without considering their feelings at all, only considering the role they could play.

He even uses himself like an ox or a horse. What 996?

damn it! Ever since he crossed over, he slept less than four hours a day on average.

Instead of dealing with government affairs and planning town construction, I just went to work with a few people to plot against the enemies.

It is precisely by being cruel to others and even more cruel to himself that he can forcefully break out of this situation of internal and external difficulties.

Now that he has completely controlled the interior, and the external banditry has been put down, he can finally slow down a little~

It's just that Lance is not obsessed with it and is unwilling to delay it any longer.

After recruiting Susan, he arranged for her to organize some people to clean up the battlefield, while he organized the soldiers again.

"gather!"

After a short rest, the soldiers all recovered from the battle just now, and they quickly lined up after hearing this.

"The war is not over yet. The bandits' stronghold on the old road still needs to be uprooted. You have to rescue the people kidnapped by them from there. Everyone is ready to go."

"yes!"

The morale of the soldiers was high, and this battle completely shattered their fear of bandits.

Lance called the three Leonards, took out the map and gave them the task of destroying those strongholds, and of course digging out the buried things.

"Go, take two carriages, and try to complete the task before night comes."

"yes!"

They walked back and forth to the stronghold on the old road several times without any danger, and Lance had to stay behind to deal with these corpses.

The team sets off while the other townsfolk begin to tackle the battlefield.

There was no difficulty in loading the stripped corpses onto large trucks and transporting them out of the town, but some of them could only be packed in barrels~

Lance did not stay on the street, but walked to the pub alone.

Entering it, you can see that the corpses of the bandits are mostly at the bar, and the boss has fallen behind the counter.

Examining the body, it was found that there were many injuries, and the real fatal thing was an ax hitting his head, causing death.

He had met the tavern owner several times before. The strength of a mercenary who could retire alive can be imagined. Although he is a bit old, he is still strong and has rich combat experience. It is not difficult to deal with a few bandits.

But when facing the influx of bandits without wearing armor, he only killed a few before being hacked to death.

He could say that he had no grievances with Lance, but he was in the way~

It is very difficult to fight against the ancestors. Lance does not allow uncontrolled forces in the territory, even if it is just an extension of the forces.

After checking to make sure there was nothing wrong, we went directly to the casino.

More than thirty people died inside. The strong smell of blood lingered for a long time due to the difficulty in indoor air circulation. As soon as you got close, you could smell it even worse than the battlefield on the street.

Lance didn't show any fear and walked directly in. He quickly found a blood-stained spherical incense burner on a bandit's waist.

When he opened it, he found that the pills inside were soaked with blood. If they were completely burned, more than a dozen people might die.

However, the influence this little gadget could have on it was beyond his expectation.

Yes, this is one of the keys why Lance dared to lead thirty recruits to fight hundreds of bandits.

If we really start a battle directly, these thirty recruits will be cannon fodder.

So Lance has been looking for various ways to weaken those bandits.

When they broke in, Disma blended in with the bandits.

Lure the bandits into the square, point out the presence of the casino to attract them, and then hang an incense burner on a random bandit.

When the exciting medicinal properties inside filled the air with the smoke, the casino turned into a battlefield, directly triggering serious internal fighting. Thirty lives were controlled by just one pill.

Disma then took the opportunity to kill a boss, triggering a second infighting.

Although it was quickly suppressed, war pays attention to morale. As the saying goes, it will be exhausted again and again.

When these bandits came in, they were disgusted by his tactics of fortifying the wall and clearing the country. They had already lost some of their morale without grabbing the money and women.

Then there were the successive internal fights that resulted in heavy casualties. Such casualties were fatal to the bandits. How could they have the fighting spirit to continue fighting?

Not to mention that the bandit was driven back and forth to the square twice by him. The tired bandit's physical energy had been greatly consumed by the time he drove him onto the street.

At this moment, when the enemy is exhausted and I am exhausted, Lance is waiting for work and leads his troops to engage the enemy.

Those bandits lost their pants due to his scheme, and he took advantage of all the time, place, people and people.

But even this almost caused problems. Once the formation of the new recruits was dispersed, they would fall into a security war, which would cause trouble.

Fortunately, he was fierce enough and was able to stabilize his formation and annihilate all those guys on the preset battlefield.

"A bandit will remain a bandit for the rest of his life without thinking~" Lance shook his head slowly, put away the incense burner and turned to leave.

Preparing the battlefield and counting the trophies is a very arduous task, not to mention that the ground is soaked and wet with blood. Even if you wash it with water countless times, there will still be blood red seepage, and no matter how you clean it, you can still smell the slightest stench.

But no one cared about this, they were all working hard on their own thing, and no one complained about being dirty or tired, not only because these bandits had a blood feud with them, but more importantly, this job was worth five coppers.

They were able to grab such a good job only because of their good credit.

Credit value is a unique calculation system determined by Lance. It is actually very simple. On weekdays, they will make additions and subtractions according to the situation when working.

For example, if you work conscientiously and efficiently, you will get extra points when you receive your salary, whereas if you are lazy and lazy, you will get points deducted.

There are also bonus points for doing some good things, or doing things that are beneficial to Hamlet.

If you are caught committing a crime or having some security issues, you will also be fined and deducted points.

This credit value is a reference for evaluating everyone. Those with high scores will naturally receive better preferential policies in the town, such as bonuses, promotions and salary increases, and priority admissions.

For example, not everyone can grab such a good job now.

This is a means of positive motivation. He knows that differential treatment must be given, otherwise it will hurt those who work hard.

While they were working hard, Lance was responsible for driving the carloads of corpses out of town to be sacrificed.

With a move of his hand, all the corpse fragments were swallowed up by the void. When the corpses of hundreds of people turned into gifts and flowed into his body, the gifts consumed in the previous battle were replenished, even exceeding the previous reserves.

That sense of security enveloped Lance's heart again, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

The old guy is waiting for dinner? Eat shit!