our family is gone

Chapter 251
The two teams marched in silence in an orderly manner. I am afraid that only the fanatical knights of the church can do this kind of prohibitive gesture in the entire empire, but now they appear in a dilapidated territory.

The ancestor may be very talented in other aspects, but he is definitely a stunned young man in military affairs, or the ancestor who advocates extraordinary power simply doesn't bother to engage in any military operations.

It can be seen from the fact that the weeds and bushes around the camps were not cleared, and no traps were set up. Until the encirclement was completed, the guys in the camps didn't find out, and they were still doing their own things in the camps.

Get a little military shock with those guys today!
Lance no longer concealed it, but stood up from the bushes and raised his long-barreled musket, aiming at the most fanatical believer in the training.

"boom!"

A muffled gunshot sounded in the wilderness, and the strong believer who was still training hard tilted his head and fell down. It seemed that his fanatical beliefs did not make him invulnerable.

However, this shot was like some kind of signal. While alarming the believers in the camp, it also heralded the beginning of the battle.

"enemy!"

"What happened?"

"..."

Even though they had undergone certain training, the entire camp panicked instantly when faced with a sudden attack. It seemed that they had not received corresponding emergency training at all, and it was completely barbaric growth and chaotic management.

However, some of them were more experienced, and the senior believers who were in charge of training them stood up and screamed in the direction of the gunshot.

"Kill him to prove your courage to God, don't you want to get out of that life ascension?"

This sound was like a stimulant to those believers. They were brainwashed in the first place, and most of them were refugees who had transferred jobs. No one wanted to live the life before. He wanted to ascend, and he wanted bliss.

"what!!!"

Suddenly those guys fell into a state of extreme excitement, and rushed towards Lance like crazy.

Not to mention whether these miscellaneous fish can hurt him, if it is not afraid of them running around, Lance will be able to wipe out this camp alone with one person and one dog.

But now is not the time for him to make a move.

"Army attack!"

Leonard, who was wearing full body armor, stood up from his hiding place, raised his [Certificate of Champion] and pointed to the camp.

"preparation--"

While speaking, the soldiers stood up, only about [-] meters away from the camp, and following the voice of the commander, the pikemen pushed forward with their pikes, and the musketeers who were mixed with them also raised their muskets and pointed them at those with faces full of blood. Is a fanatical believer.

This scene also made those believers confused for a moment.

Isn't it just an enemy?Why are there so many people popping up all of a sudden?
It's just that the soldiers didn't mean to joke with them. The believers who gathered towards him were dense targets.

"shooting!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous sound broke the silence of the camp, and these dense believers proved that it is impossible for ordinary flesh and blood to resist bullets.

When the buckshot shot into the dense crowd, it instantly pierced, shredded, and even broke the hands of those guys.

That's right, the large-caliber lead bullets loaded in the front are so unreasonable.

Those believers were a little confused at first, but now that the bloody scene came, it poured cold water on the heads of those fanatical believers.

It has only been ten days and a half months since they came to the camp to undergo training. They are not fanatics, nor do they have the belief of dying for their gods. They are just ordinary people who want to live.

At this moment, they seemed to have finally remembered their identities, and they began to collapse in an instant, turning around and wanting to escape from the bloody battlefield.

It's just that those fanatics will not let the situation collapse, brandishing the weapons in their hands to kill those believers who dare to retreat.

The supervising team didn't hesitate at all, even though they were still together and loving each other just now.

"Rush me all!"

"Death is not terrible, we will return to the side of God for ascension."

"Flesh soars!"

It has to be said that it still had some effect, the formation that was about to collapse stabilized, and even those senior believers rushed towards the gun formation shouting strange words.

If it was an ordinary soldier facing a crazy cultist, it would be worthy of the commander to fire a shot in front of the battle.

However, these soldiers under Lance's command had really faced powerful monsters, and even faced a raging beast tide. At this time, they could calmly reload and then fire.

Another round of gunfire rang out, like a sickle cutting wheat, and a dozen people fell down again the moment they rushed to the front.

They are right, death is not terrible, but the companion who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, screaming and wailing gave the remaining ones a great shock, shaking their faith in an instant.

Instead, the soldiers calmly prepared to load their ammunition for the third round, as if they hadn't seen the bloody scene before them.

"what!!!"

"Run away!"

"Do not kill me!"

One or two routs can be controlled, but when there are hundreds of routs, it will be out of control.

The few core believers in charge of management were also a little at a loss. They tried their best to save them, but instead of controlling them after cutting two or three, they caused even greater panic.

The fleeing believers suddenly found that the left and right sides were blocked by a lot of long guns. They didn't have the guts to charge the gun array, and turned their heads directly to cross the camp and run to the rear.

But Barton behind him reacted as early as the first gunshot.

Immediately stood up and raised the saber and waved it forward.

"Advance, seize position, musketeers fire freely."

When the fleeing believers passed by, they saw the muskets that had been waiting for them.

"Bang bang bang!"

When the crowd is not dense, the firearms are not effective, but they also maim some of them. The greater effect is that those fierce gunshots defeated their courage in an instant.

"No! God has abandoned us."

"My God! We are surrounded~"

"Don't kill me, I believe in the Holy Light..."

It's just that among these people, there are many believers who have seen the world and are calm.

"Quick, it takes time to reload the muskets, so rush over while they are reloading to escape!"

This cry gave them their last hope, and they rushed forward immediately, wanting to take the opportunity to break through the encirclement and escape.

It's just that they didn't notice that the person who called out silently retreated behind everyone.

He was a soldier, but his army was defeated by refugees, so he had to become a deserter in order to survive, and he was also a bandit on the road, and he came here just to survive.

He has also tasted that magical power, if he can, he still wants to stay and spy on that mysterious power, but he can only choose to escape before surviving.

I have escaped countless disasters along the way, and I believe it will be the same this time.

He encouraged the believers to rush towards the surrounded soldiers. As a former soldier, he knew how to deal with these soldiers.

Muskets are not even used by dogs in the army. The enemy can only fire a shot when they are within 100 meters. It takes a minute or two to reload.

These guys were the fastest runners in the army, and he believed these were the same, and they would scurry away if they got close enough.

The real difficulty lies in those soldiers with long guns. Before that, he needs a "companion" to help him consume it.

Sure enough, as the believers approached, he saw the musketeers retreat, giving up the battle line to the pikemen.

In order to stimulate the maximum potential of the fleeing believers, the flesh and blood strength obtained here is reflected. Under the transformation of flesh and blood, many of their physical fitness is even stronger than that of soldiers.

This power gave them confidence, and they even dared to rush up with flesh and blood, and that person also mixed in.

But... There is a price to be paid if you want to attack the gun array with your body.

"Kill!" The spear array pierced out in an orderly manner, and the long-term hard training has yielded results. The sharp spear head pierced into the bodies of those believers and directly opened several blood holes.

And some with good skills even aimed at the head piercing, one shot at a time.

What to send heretics, I don’t know how many times I have beaten.

In war, personal bravery does not have much influence until it reaches a certain level. No matter how powerful the body is, it is still within the category of human beings. As long as one is injured, one will die.

He saw with his own eyes that the companion in front of him was stabbed with three gun heads in an instant, and the panic expression on his face had not subsided when he pulled it out.

He seized this opportunity, took advantage of the moment the gun was retracted, and directly lifted his companion's body and slammed into the gun formation.

If he had a weapon, he would have taken the opportunity to roll in and slash his legs with a knife. Unfortunately, this is the only way to do it now.

It has to be said that compared to those who rushed into the gun array in a panic, his timing was very good, and he used his companion who had not completely died to hold the spear.

If it is an ordinary army, it is very likely that he will succeed, but it is a pity...

"Waaagh!"

A yell burst from his ear, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart inexplicably. He looked down and found a weapon directly penetrated the meat shield, and the tip was inserted into his chest.

Before he could react, the weapon was drawn out, and the severe pain made him subconsciously let go of the bloody wound he wanted to cover. When his companion's body fell down, all he saw was a woman with a halberd rushing up.

That was already his last memory, because in the next second, Boudica hacked him to death with a halberd.

There are many smart people like him who want to use various methods to break through the line of defense, but it is difficult for them to shake the gun array as a whole, let alone the musketeers who shoot in the face.

Any early bird will be targeted by Boudica and Patton. The combat power of the two is not ordinary people, and the damage will be crushed between a halberd and a knife.

The casualties caused in a short time are even more direct than the musket harvesting, and countless believers fall every second.

The blood splashed on Boudica's body and even fell on her face, but she didn't care and wiped it off casually.

"Shark Shark Shark!"

Sensing the thick blood in the air, the expression on his face became agitated, Boudica's whole body became excited, he raised his blood-stained halberd, laughed and shouted wildly, and then rushed into those believers to enjoy the carnival.

In contrast, those cultists were frightened by Boudica. For a while, they couldn't figure out who the fucking cultists were?
These people are like a school of fish caught in a net, running away in a panic but still unable to escape the encirclement, not to mention a shark mixed in among them, being chased and fled in all directions by Boudica alone.

"Damn it..." Barton couldn't help complaining in a low voice when he saw her like that.

She rushes up and has her own people in front of the musketeers, who are not sure and dare not shoot and are easy to accidentally injure. At the same time, they almost lead the team to collapse. You must know that their task is to hold the line of defense and not let an enemy go. If you rush out with people, what if you miss it? Tell the lord?
Of course, Patton also wanted to rush more, but the duty of commanding the army made him stick to his position here and watch others enjoy themselves.

Finally, when the situation fell, those senior believers hiding inside couldn't sit still, and if they continued to kill like this, all the credit for training for so long would be gone, and they were still flying a hammer?
"Woo-bah!"

Sparks flew everywhere, the sound of metal clashing sounded, and Boudica's halberd was stopped by a muscular man.

Boudica didn't believe that anyone could block his attack, so he pushed over him with all his strength to make him stagger back, and then took the opportunity to swing his halberd and slash at the man, opening a wound.

damn it!Can't beat a ghoul, can't beat a ghoul?
However, the man who suffered such a serious injury did not cry out, nor did he show pain. On the contrary, his face was full of fanaticism, and he saw that the wound that could make people lose combat power healed within a breath, although there were still scars.

In the next second, the cult warrior yelled that his gods rushed over. Boudica was not surprised but happy when she saw this. She was worried that those guys were too good and had no good opponents.

The two are fighting together, but this situation has caused varying degrees of influence on both sides.

Those believers noticed the miracles that appeared on the cult fighters, and their original fears were also eliminated. On the contrary, they immediately regained their belief in God, and they were united and shouted in unison.

Seeing this situation, our own soldiers couldn't help feeling a little dignified, because they had seen this thing before...

"What are you afraid of, my lord? Give these guys a taste of the weapons in your hands!" Barton shouted, instantly removing the pressure from the soldiers.

Yes!The lord is on the battlefield, and the lord is looking at him...

A soldier straightened his musket, his breathing slowed down, and his sharp eyes fixed on a crazy cultist.

Pulling the trigger, he didn't even look at the gunshot, and continued to quickly reload his musket.

And the guy who yelled the loudest was headshot directly, and his body fell straight. It seemed that his god didn't favor him.

The voices of the cultists were suppressed in an instant, but their own morale was boosted, and Barton took the opportunity to shout.

"Hamlet must win!"

For a moment, the fanaticism that appeared on every soldier's face was no worse than those of the cultists, and even stronger, seeking to actively attack.

Scattered gunshots rang out, but the hit rate increased significantly after precise aiming. Basically every shot could achieve results, most of which were shot to the body, and only those who were sure of their own strength would aim at the head.

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