our family is gone

Instead of following the cavalry, Geralt chose to stay behind.

It's not that he's afraid of fighting those crazy believers.

Although he can also fight on horseback, but he fights alone, and joining without the same training can easily disrupt the rhythm of the team's charge.

And being on the horse also limits his ability to some extent, because he moves faster than the horse, and he can only let go completely on the ground.

Once the cavalry ran up, it was difficult for the infantry to stop them, let alone armored cavalry against unarmored believers. This was a complete massacre.

Geralt couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw the state of those cavalrymen. He had seen many kingdom troops in the United Kingdom, but there was only one army that carried out orders so simply and had strong morale, and that was the knights of the church.

But now it appeared in the hands of a small town lord, which really made him curious, not to mention the mysterious lord.

After being swept by the cavalry, more than a dozen people rushed over. Even if some believers who had undergone the flesh and blood ritual were injured and fell to the ground, as long as they didn't hurt their vitals, they could still get up, with blood all over their bodies, trying to kill these invading enemies.

Watching the enemy Geralt rushing towards him, he slowly drew out the long sword behind him.

Disma was reloading the musket in his hand, looking calmly at the believers.

It's just that facing these believers, he didn't shoot directly, but drew out his dagger and axe.

The moment they met the enemy, the two moved, and they couldn't even keep up with the naked eye.

Geralt swung his long sword with deadly moves, and his fighting style was fierce and aggressive, just like a wild wolf.

At the same time, precisely targeting the weak point is a fatal blow. It seems that he has also observed that the recovery ability of these believers far exceeds that of ordinary people. Observing and understanding the enemy's weak point is a very important lesson for demon hunters.

And those believers who fell proved his strength as a master demon hunter.

Disma's battle was more chaotic than Geralt's, just like a street fight. The hatchet and short sword had no rhythm in his hands, but they landed on the enemy accurately with his powerful reaction speed.

The short sword is always aimed at the neck to cut. In the past, he only knew that cutting the neck can make the enemy bleed. This is the experience accumulated in countless battles.

Later, after understanding the structure of the human body, I understood the term aorta, so I attacked these places more purposefully.

At the same time, the hand ax slashed, and those wounds were partially eroded by rot. The recovery ability that the believers were proud of was completely useless at this moment. Instead, the flesh and blood were eroding, and the corrosion and pain tortured them.

After being strengthened, Disma has been improved in all aspects. At this moment, he has no fear of enemies wielding agricultural tools.

Soon more than a dozen people fell down. Geralt and Disma looked at each other, and then looked at the enemy killed by each other.

The obvious difference can be seen from the wounds on the corpse. Geralt is mostly one-hit kills, with the most pierced hearts and necks.

But the corpses that fell around Disma usually had more than one or two wounds, and the blood was flying wildly. Some of them were not even completely dead, and were being tortured by corrosion and bleeding.

However, the pain was completely ended by Disma's axe.

Geralt couldn't help but frowned slightly at the gangster-filled habit, but he paid more attention to the hand ax with its weird power.

No one would want to encounter such a weapon.

Disma pulled out his axe, looked up and saw that the large army had already contacted scattered believers, and even saw Boudica wielding his halberd, but the few believers outside the town did not interfere with the advance of the large army. speed.

At this time, he couldn't help but look back at the suspension bridge that had completely fallen, and immediately got on his horse and rushed over.

Desma's eager gesture made Geralt turn his head, but he saw an unforgettable scene.

The lord stood alone at the city gate, facing the stormy believers who wanted to recapture the city gate, waving an exaggerated giant sword in his hand, not to mention a head-on collision, even if it was rubbed, it would be a broken limb and fracture, flying all over the sky. Corpses and blood.

Even though he had seen it before, it was still hard for Geralt to imagine that it was a weapon used by humans.

Look at the lord who was besieged, rushing to kill among the crowd, covered with a layer of plasma, like a demon god descending into the world.

What Geralt felt at this moment was not that the believers surrounded him, but that he surrounded the believers who came.

After a moment of distraction, he came to his senses and hurriedly followed. Now he understood why the morale of those soldiers was so high.

Because he is also excited at this time!
It's just that when they rushed up, Lance also eliminated most of the enemies, and only a few were dealt with by three people in twos and twos.

"My lord, are you okay?" Desma was a little anxious, feeling uneasy seeing the blood on the lord's body.

"It's okay, these rotten fish and rotten shrimps can't threaten me, but..." Lance frowned looking at the stumped limbs and arms on the ground, "I don't like to see blood~"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to sacrifice those things, he was unwilling to make a killing, because it would strengthen the power of the ancestor, but sometimes it was not his turn to choose.

However, after adding a little bit of spirituality, Lance's face relaxed a lot inexplicably.

Geralt didn't know how to react when he heard this.

You don't like blood so you killed them all?
And what does that smile on your face mean?
Looking at Lance who was handling the corpse, Geralt's cold face also looked weird.

And a little delay will soon let those large troops who are marching in a hurry come over.

Wangcai was the one who charged the fastest, but Lance was covered in blood and mixed with smell, so Wangcai stared around at the people and didn't dare to confirm it.

"I can't even recognize a dog, can I?" Lance scolded it, and Wangcai immediately reacted and came up to lick the blood on his hand.

Judging by the blood stains on its snow-white hair, it was obvious that it ate some appetizers when it ran over.

Then Boudicati entered with a halberd, but he seemed very upset after seeing that there were no enemies.

"Boss should bring me to chop together."

"All right, all right, we've already alerted them, the real trouble has just begun, some of which you cut."

Knowing the urgency of the situation, Lance didn't care about letting the soldiers rest, so he started to execute it directly.

"You stay here, arrange people to search the top, and occupy the high point of the city wall...

When you set off, you must be careful of the enemy. Anyone you see here is not a normal human being, especially a woman. You must have heard the lesson. "

Lance gave a warning, and then the team moved quickly. Several people led a team to charge and kill. Their goal was very clear, and they aimed at the warehouse.

"Let's go, the goal is to take the church." Lance looked back at Junia and Geralt and rushed out without saying a word.

As a town, there are at least 1000 people. Even if a large number of ordinary people are occupied by the Ascension Sect here, the number of people who are cleared will not be too small.

And these are not ordinary people, they will never surrender anyway, so it is a bit unrealistic to want to win with three hundred ordinary soldiers.

Therefore, Lance must rush to the front to attract most of the firepower.

It's time to give those believers a little supernatural shock!
Lance rushed to the front, no matter what he saw, he swung his sword out, breaking what he deserved, and conquering what he struck.

Wangcai was by his side, with flowing white hair in that running posture, and he was extremely handsome, if one ignored the bloodthirsty bursting out of him.

With its weight, it can easily throw an adult down with a swoop, its powerful fangs can directly tear the enemy's throat, and its sharp claws can tear flesh and smash the head.

The movement was swift and fierce, and he stood up slightly, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the indifferent wolf eyes locked on the next enemy.

Wangcai's killing efficiency is even more exaggerated than that of an ordinary soldier, and its bloodthirsty animal nature is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Geralt and Junia are much more conservative, they will not attack unless the enemy attacks them.

To be honest, whether these people are cultists or the lord's family, especially Junia has never seen the camp, and now she is a little confused about who is the cultist, Lance, who slaughtered wantonly, or these ordinary people?

But the two of them were involved by Lance, how could they be alone?

Those crazy cultists don't care about these things, and the two of them had to fight back for a while.

Lance has already done it, a large number of enemies besieged three people and one wolf, but the frightening thing is that under Lance's footsteps, they are steadily approaching the church in the center of the town.

Sailing against the current, what a terrifying power!

Several people on the other side led the team to attack. The situation at the city gate just now gave some people an early warning, but when they came out, they encountered the team led by Disma.

"kill!"

What is Disma's origin?His movements didn't stop at all, and he rushed up and wiped the enemy's neck with a sword.

Before the enemy could react, he could only feel the warmth spreading in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to cover the wound on his neck.

Ordinary people with this kind of injury are basically dead, but with their bodies that have undergone the flesh and blood ritual, it is really possible that they cannot die.

It's a pity that Disma slashed with an ax backhand, completely ending his life.

"Quick! Open the warehouse."

Disma didn't pay attention to the corpse at all, and tore the key from it and threw it to a soldier.

He no longer kills for his life as before, but now he fights for Hamlet.

The soldier took the key to open the warehouse, but the next second, everyone was stunned and couldn't help shouting.

"grown ups!"

Disma looked back, his mind was slightly shaken for a moment, and his face was filled with fear in an instant.

Because the warehouse is neither food nor materials, but individual people.

No, it can't be one by one, but a half mummy that has been hoisted without a head and internal organs, and sawn from the middle. This thing is like half a fan of wax pigs.

There are at least [-] or [-] of them here, and looking back at the dense warehouses located on both sides of the street, how much "food" is there? ...

At this moment, Disma—is angry!

"Kill! These cultists must die, not one left!"

Disma roared almost like gnashing his teeth, and his words made the soldiers react and shouted in unison.

"Not a single one!"

Soldiers have been deeply aware of the dangers of these cultists through education, and some of them have been to the camps to eliminate cults and have seen some methods.

But those were all cannibals on a small scale, and this naked face on their faces naturally aroused a burst of hostility.

Fortunately, they are all soldiers, and the first thing that comes to mind when facing this situation is not fear, but anger.

Originally it was to carry out the order of the lord, even if the massacre did not shake the morale of the army, it was already very good.

At this time, they had a certain sense of mission, eager to kill these cultists.

Disma re-sealed the warehouse, and then led troops to massacre everywhere, killing all enemies in sight.

Naturally, the other troops also found out about this situation, and this scene made them feel outraged.

Then those guys became the object of their rage.

The purposeful and organized killing was very efficient, and soon 300 people completely occupied the area near the city gate, and then continued to expand outward.

There were few gunshots in the town, because it was inconvenient to use this thing in the town. Most soldiers were equipped with secondary weapons, and Lance had never let them give up the relevant training.

Panting heavily, a soldier struggled to pull out a spear from the corpse, and then inserted it into the eye socket to make sure that the disgusting cultist was dead before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Leaning on the spear and looking up at the surroundings, the brothers couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground panting. There were more or less bloodstains on their bodies, some of them were enemies, and some were their own.

Just went through a battle, the team encountered many enemies, if not everyone is well-trained and relying on the building to form an array to counterattack, I am afraid that few of them can stand now.

To a certain extent, he also understands why the slogan "sweat but not blood" hangs on the training camp.

And they only belong to the second echelon. Who knows how intense the battles of the first echelon are?

"Check the injuries and assist your teammates to treat them. If you are seriously injured, ask someone to help you evacuate to the back. Come and follow me with an active one to make up the knife and watch the surroundings."

He is the captain of this five-person team, and after a short breath, he began to arrange according to the training requirements.

Everyone moved without too many complaints. They have all been trained on the battlefield and know that these things cannot wait, otherwise they will be making fun of their own safety.

He personally checked for his teammates. One of his teammates had a crossbow bolt inserted in front of him, but he still fought with all his strength just now, and he did not fall down after stabbing two enemies to death.

Fortunately, the soldiers were basically wearing breastplates. When they helped to untie the breastplates, they found that the crossbow arrows were stopped after piercing a little flesh, but the blood still soaked a piece of lining.

"Bless the lord, you boy will not die."

Seeing this, the captain laughed and teased, but his hands didn't stop. After cleaning the wound briefly, he took the hemostatic powder from the medical bag on his waist and poured it on the wound.

These medicinal powders from Greendale showed extraordinary power, and quickly stopped the bleeding, and formed a blood scab on the wound, but it was still wrapped with gauze according to the prescribed procedures to prevent infection.

"This medicine is good."

"Of course, the lord specifically asked Dr. Grindel for this."

Lance practiced hard, but he was not stingy with supplements. Everyone's physique has improved a lot. At least they won't be dragged to death by these minor injuries. This minor injury will heal itself in a few days.

In the same way, a lot of money is spent on medical treatment, or do you think that ordinary medicine can have this effect?What poured on the wound was not medicine, but money, not to mention the medical team following behind.

They can feel the lord's attention to them, which is a concern that the nobles never had before.

"Do you want to go back for treatment?" The captain still asked. This kind of injury can be said to be serious or not small. Although the bleeding has stopped, it may rupture again if there is a fierce battle later.

But the man shook his head with a serious expression when he heard it.

"What's this little injury, I can still fight." The wounded said, gnashing his teeth and emphasizing: "These cultists must die~"

They were the second echelon, but the messenger had already known what had been discovered, and everyone was filled with anger, wishing to kill those cultists.

The captain looked at the wounded man like this and didn't force him to retreat. They were in charge of cleaning up, and the fighting intensity was not high. Most of the piles that emerged were cut down by a few adults on the front line. The accident just now is not common. .

They pulled the net to clean up, and they knew the intensity of the battle when they saw the corpses left by the cultists.

Fortunately, there were no corpses of their own. Although many people were injured and retreated, their lives were saved anyway.

Now everyone is slightly injured and cannot go to the front line of fire. The injuries of a few comrades in arms have been treated, and there is no major problem.

As the captain, he had to shoulder heavier responsibilities, and instead of resting there, he joined in making up and checking.

He didn't show any discomfort when he inserted himself into those corpses. Although he was only 16 years old, he belonged to the 30 people at the beginning of Hamlet, and basically participated in the tough battles that Hamlet could count.

From a child who fell down in the face of bandits, he is now a seasoned soldier.

That's right, he was the soldier who fell in the battle to suppress the bandits. If Lance didn't help him block that knife, he might be gone.

"Who!" A soldier on guard suddenly looked up at the houses beside him.

His sound immediately alerted the other team members, and they all picked up their weapons, ready to fight at any time.

And the injured man also raised his hand and pulled out the arrow on the breastplate, hurriedly put it on with the help of his teammates, and then picked up the crossbow arrow seized from the enemy.

It's just that after the sound, there were no enemies rushing out of the surroundings, but the man's eyes kept locking on the house, and he raised his hand and made a few gestures.

The teammates immediately understood the gesture and came up to cooperate with the blockade of the building. Even if an enemy jumped out of the window, they could only hit the sharp spears. At the same time, some of them reloaded the muskets in their hands.

On the contrary, the captain put down the spear, drew out the short sword on his body, and reloaded the pistol in his hand. Long weapons cannot be used in the house, but short weapons are more practical.

It is precisely because there are too few troops that Lance trains them as elites. Whether it is a pikeman or a musketeer, they are basically equipped with pistols and short swords as secondary weapons.

After the blockade was arranged, the captain and the other two were not injured, and came up in relatively good condition.

"on!"

As the captain, he kicked open the door and rushed in.

They have practiced how to attack and search a building, and after the door is broken, someone will follow.

But as soon as the leading captain rushed in, he found that the enemy behind the door also rushed out the moment the door was broken.

The distance between the two was only three steps, and he could even see the ferocious face of the enemy and the iron claws thrusting towards his own door.

At this moment, he didn't even have the space to raise his gun. Fortunately, his fighting instinct was triggered in a critical moment, so he turned his head to avoid the iron claw.

It was too late to even aim, and the muscle memory brought about by training almost instinctively raised the gun and fired.

"Bang!" A gunshot exploded, and there was no possibility of missing the target when shooting close to the body. It directly tore the enemy's lower abdomen, and the bullet even penetrated and bloomed a flower of blood.

But the captain raised his short sword and stabbed them without any hesitation. Having fought these guys, he knew that this little gunshot wound couldn't kill them.

We must attack while they are injured!

The short sword exploded in an instant, three times in and three out of his chest at a terrifying speed, but this was not enough, and finally cut his throat with a backhand sword, and the blood exploded and instantly dyed his breastplate red.

At this time, the enemy crashed to the ground and was dead and could not die again.

The team leader couldn't help panting when he saw the corpses. What happened just now was just a breath, and the surging adrenal glands made him still excited.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, if he hesitated a little, he might be the one who fell down.

Although this happened, the team advanced and retreated without panic, and the two following directly controlled the captain's left and right positions.

"Is the captain all right?"

The captain reacted and raised his hand to wipe his face. When he saw the blood on his hand, he knew that the blow just now was still a scratch.

Seeing this expression, he immediately became fierce, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, and casually pushed on the corpse.

Fuck it, almost died.

My life belongs to the lord, and no one can take it away.

"Continue to search, be careful of the enemy."

The captain didn't care about the wound on his face, and the first thing he did was to wipe off the blood on the musket. In addition to the use and maintenance of the musket issued by the lord, he also warned that the musket would not fire if it was stained with blood.

In this case, the weapon is life. If the musket was dud just now, he would be dead, so he has to take it seriously.

Several people filed in, and there was a sound of kicking the door of the small house one after another. At the same time, the soldiers raised their guns when they were prepared. They basically used pistols at close range to defeat the enemy with one move, and just went up to make up the knife.

This side has just been wiped dry and reloaded, and soon there is a call from the other side.

"what!"

I saw a soldier who kicked the door open and stopped at the door with a surprised expression. When the captain passed by, he found a woman huddled in the corner of the room. Horrified and tearful.

In this case, it is no wonder that the soldiers hesitated.

"Help, I was kidnapped by them..."

The woman got up and was about to say something, but just as she made a slight move, the captain raised his hand and shot without any hesitation or hesitation.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the bed sheet was stained with blood, and the woman fell on the back of the corner with her head up. On the wall, one could see the filth splashed directly.

Headshot, the dead can't die again.

The monthly ticket is [-], plus [-] more.