our family is gone

Chapter 675 Late Support

Compared to the ruins of the city, the location of the old house is actually a remote corner suburb, so no undead skeletons can be seen here.

The same cultists scattered around, even if they hear the message delivered by the cult cardinal immediately, they still have to run a long way if they want to come over.

This is because they did not go deep into the ruins, but were already on the periphery of the ruins before they could arrive now.

It's a pity that Lance and the others have finished cleaning up the old house. Are those guys coming here now to die?
"Go down and finish them off."

Although he had expected it, Lance was still a little bored when he saw the cultists and soldiers fighting.

These cultists are really like cockroaches, they can't be killed, and a few more appear out of nowhere.

Their task of cleaning up the old house was over, and there was a plan for the next stage, so there was nothing left to miss.

Lance took the information and dismantled the telescope.

When you go home, you still have to take things...

As early as Lance and the others entered the old house, those soldiers began to operate.

They rushed over from the sea cliff one after another, then took over the equipment left by the lord and began to set up a camp based on the collapsed buildings outside the old house.

In fact, there were cultists among the ruins of some buildings outside the old house. It was not unnoticed when more than 300 people poured in. However, in the face of the absolute numerical advantage, each person was turned into mud with every shot.

These navies rarely have a full complement of pistols. Because the space on the ship is small and long-barreled muskets cannot be used, their training includes a large number of indoor close-quarters combat subjects.

They are also the few in the army who retain cold weapon training. Whether the secondary weapon is a sailor sword or an ax is up to them.

This is why Lance wants to pull them over, they are suitable for fighting in the ruins.

Three hundred people formed small teams and were cleaning the area around the old house. They moved quickly and had clear goals. The first thing was to seize the commanding heights.

Several gunshots rang out from inside the masonry-built tower among the ruins, but only half of it remained. The sound reverberated in the building and became deeper and deeper until it dissipated.

Soon the tower was recaptured by the soldiers from the cultists. The spiral staircase climbed up to the tower section. Sharpshooters set their guns on it, and deputies were equipped to observe and watch.

It is estimated that it was also designed to protect the old house. Although the top collapsed and only half of it was left, it is now playing its role again.

Climbing high and looking far, they could better perceive the surrounding situation, and then they discovered the cultists coming from the surrounding area.

Solving the scattered cultists on the periphery does not reflect their abilities. Now is the time to test them.

"Gather! Gather! The enemy is coming."

"Concealed, where is my ammunition?"

"Hurry up and bring up the artillery!"

Yes, the Navy also has its own artillery team. Although Hamlet's artillery has not yet been put on board, the talents can be trained first.

All parties are ready, waiting for the cultists to come up and give them a heavy blow.

"Boy, why are you shaking? I don't know, you thought you were floating on the boat." The veteran waiting in the bunker noticed the condition of the recruits beside him and couldn't help laughing and teasing.

"I'm not afraid, I just killed a cultist." The recruit muttered, not paying attention to the ridicule of the veterans, and just tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.

"Hahaha, just hide behind us then."

"Don't laugh at me. It was your first time on the battlefield and you were so frightened that you couldn't even hold your gun."

"Fart! I killed two enemies the first time I went to the battlefield."

"Stop making noise, here we come!"

The observing sentry gave a warning, and the entire position fell into silence. Everyone was checking their equipment and preparing ammunition.

The last time the deep divers invaded, there were many casualties, including naturally the navy, which had only a small number of people.

New recruits will come out later to fill in the ranks. At the same time, the newcomers also dilute the proportion of veterans, but as long as they can survive a few battles, they are still veterans.

War is a very serious matter. It takes more than ten years for life to grow, but death lasts only a moment, and war is full of death.

These veterans ignore death because they have seen too much death, whether it is their own side or the enemy, and they are even a little numb.

Of course, more importantly, they have something more worth fighting for than survival.

It is not some illusory slogan, nor is it an abstract individual, but a new social order that they have seen and experienced with their own eyes.

For Hamlet...

Ordinary cultists do not have the ability to directly receive oracles. They must communicate them through spellcasters such as witches, officials, and cardinals, and the information they receive is also very vague.

But the problem is that Lance killed the top leaders of the Ascension Sect. The chief officials, cardinals, and even the choir were all on the streets in a short period of time, except for the mysterious leader.

It is equivalent to taking down the entire headquarters of the Ascension Sect, leaving the minds of these cultists who came back from outside still thinking about the time when Lance first invaded, and the information has not been updated at all.

Anyway, they rushed forward in one fell swoop. When they entered the outer ruins, they ran into the army that had been ambushing them for a long time.

"fire!"

Several artillery pieces roared from the artillery position in the distance. Those who had not been shot were still watching the rising thick white smoke curiously, and the next second the projectiles tore their bodies apart.

Even the powerful body that he was proud of could not withstand the pure attack of the artillery without a little bit of extraordinary power.

This is a victory for science!
But this was just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, the army hidden in the ruins of the building began to shoot intensively. The bullets were not serious injuries to the cultists and could be healed as long as they were given some time.

But the problem is that the soldiers also know this and shoot just to interrupt the operation, stop them and allow more cultists to gather.

"be careful of bombs!"

Along with loud shouts, dense grenades were thrown out.

These were specially selected for good bomb-dropping performance, and all of those grenades fell into the hands of the cultists.

Without any surprise, explosions went off one after another, and the shock waves and fragments stunned the cultists who had already been shot.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, only the twisted cultists were left in the place, and almost no one in the core explosion area was still standing.

Bullet wounds and shrapnel tore their flesh and blood, blood flowed uncontrollably, and there were some stumps and broken arms. I don't know which unlucky guy happened to be hit by the explosion. But the powerful and strange power of flesh and blood of the cultists is resisting death. The squirming flesh and blood heals, and those who are stunned want to get up.

But there are more props in the army.

"What direction is the wind blowing?"

"Southeast wind, throw it to the front."

Amidst the shouts the hurlers pulled out something new.

This is a bomb with a small amount of explosives. It is not an iron shell, but a cardboard package. It should be regarded as a larger firecracker, but it is unique in that the outer layer is wrapped with [corpse spores].

The special biochemical weapon was ignited and thrown out, and exploded among the cultists in the next second. The spores were spread by the gunpowder, and the autumn wind facilitated this process.

The zombie spores fell on the exposed wounds of the cultists and began to work instantly. The flesh and blood were still squirming but did not recover. Instead, they were devoured by the spores and withered, just like a weird disease.

The wounds could not be healed. On the contrary, corrosion and continuous blood flow took away the last of their vitality, and they could only turn into white bones. The corpses were not left intact, let alone ascended.

Hamlet's soldiers have accumulated a lot of experience in the long battle with the cultists, which is basically the tactical layout for them.

Moreover, there is not only a tactical gap between the two sides, but more importantly, a generational difference in equipment.

A man who only knew how to charge in one go, and didn't even have any armor on his body. He only relied on his flesh and blood, and still used cold weapons that he could only wield in front of him.

And a person who knows how to organize, lay out reasonable tactics, use restrained equipment, and display firepower coverage through the advantages of weapons and equipment further reduces the difficulty of confrontation.

Not without the emergence of extraordinary power in their confrontation.

This was originally the headquarters of the Ascension Sect, and the dead cultists added even more strength.

The cult witch hiding inside began to cast spells to interfere with the troops and to save her teammates.

However, sporadic gunshots rang out at this time, and the bodies of the cult casters waving their staffs exploded with blood, and some even turned their heads and went to see their ancestors.

Hamlet's snipers have already taken up positions. Their targets are not ordinary cults. Following the lord's teachings, they only focus on high-value targets.

However, the number of snipers trained by the Navy is still too small, and the actual combat experience is not rich enough, so they cannot fully cover those targets.

Moreover, the accuracy of the musket is difficult to say. The power cannot kill the enemy beyond a certain distance, but the reloading time is enough for them to launch a counterattack.

Although the weird magic spells were difficult to form a range attack, they were scattered on the soldiers.

The brain was stinging like a hot steel needle being inserted. When the feeling subsided a little, it was as if a strange murmur sounded in the ears. At the same time, negative emotions began to surge involuntarily, and the pressure surged inexplicably.

Fear and despair took up most of it, and hope suddenly became so slim that it seemed to be suffocating.

After all, they had only come into contact with pirates and deep divers. The evil spells of deep sea shamans did not attack the soul so directly, so even if they had heard about it from veterans, it was still difficult to resist.

These are all obstacles for them to become veterans. If they can overcome them, they will be fine. If they cannot overcome them, they will have to consider psychological treatment.

No one can help them, it's up to them.

Some of them endured it well. Although their faces were slightly pale, they still knew what they should do.

However, some weak-willed recruits may fall into a state of torture when faced with this situation, forcing others to use manpower to control them and take them back to the rear.

This situation did disturb those soldiers, but the artillery position was not here. The loaded artillery roared again, and the powerful projectiles whizzed past, causing some of the cultists who had just recovered a little to break their muscles and bones again.

At the same time, several exposed spellcasters also received focus, with the sniper taking a roll call and the demolitionist throwing grenades.

It's just that they may have suffered a loss just now, and those cultists also know how to disperse and no longer gather. With the help of the cover of the chaotic ruins, the counterattack just now did not achieve too obvious results.

This distance is no longer a safe distance for shooting. If you get any closer, your bayonet will turn red. This will be a big problem for the navy that has not experienced many close-quarter bloody battles.

What's even more troublesome is that their field capabilities are not as good as those of the army, not in terms of personal ability, but in terms of experience and tactical command.

Because their imaginary enemy is at sea, relevant training and tactical arrangements are also centered around this.

At this time, Lance had previously said that he had mobilized some veterans who were proficient in defensive warfare to assist in the command, and now they have played a role.

"Move! Don't fucking stand still."

"Rely on the favorable terrain to attack in stages!"

"Team follow me!"

The soldiers of the Army will not play head-on with those cultists. These veterans are as slippery as loaches.

They will use all the resources at hand to continuously weaken those cultists. When the bayonet is red, it is usually a last resort, or it is the final last resort.

When the cultists dispersed, the three hundred marines were also divided into five-person teams under the command, and the two teams looked after each other.

He did not fight head-on with the cultists, but slowly retreated, but in the process he continued to use guns and bombs to bleed the cultists.

Wait until the energy is almost consumed and then go up and kill those mindless cultists. To put it simply, it means using space to consume those cultists.

Some of these soldiers are new recruits, but they have all received basic training from the training camp, and those who can pass are all qualified soldiers.

Their organization will show when they know what they should do when being guided.

And they also grew up quickly in the process, because they discovered that those weird-looking cultists were not so scary.

Once the desensitization is complete, they will understand—ah! That's it?
During this process, it was not true that no one was attacked, injured, or tortured by evil spells, but they were all quickly brought back to the rear for processing.

Overall, Hamlet is "retreating" and is forced to return to his old home, but in fact many cultists have also fallen on this road.

Although the position previously occupied was taken back by the cultists, you must know that there are no building ruins in the area at the entrance of the old house.

What does shrinking the front lines mean?
This means that two cannons were fired, and the artillery that had been silent for a long time roared again.

"emission!"

The projectile crashed into the cultist, and the next second it was stained with blood and rolled down the grass. It seemed slow, but the weeds and shrubs were crushed directly when it touched it.

It was obvious that as the distance got closer, the remaining power of the projectiles plowed out obvious straight lines on the grass.

From a height, it looks like a paintbrush painting on the grass, but the dye is... flesh.