Our family is in decline

See the power of mankind!

The explosion occurred at the feet of the cult priests, and the shock wave it caused spread to the entire area, and the scattered fragments were embedded in their flesh.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have to wail in despair even if he didn't die, but for these cultists, there was only a moment's pause.

But it was this moment of pause that was enough to break the despair they had created, and the power of firearms awakened those restless souls.

"Hamlet must win!"

This sound seemed to have some kind of power, which immediately calmed everyone's uneasiness, and the rest of the people subconsciously followed and screamed as loud as they could.

"Hamlet must win!!!"

At this moment, the recruit felt no fear at all. On the contrary, courage and strength filled his heart, as if it had been strengthened.

"Free Fire!"

"Fire the bayonet!"

"Go to hell evil guy!"

After firing the ammunition, he put on his bayonet and connected the two meters of distance to push out the enemies.

These red-eyed soldiers are no worse than those cultists, because they have superior equipment, superior numbers, and more importantly, they are very courageous and are not afraid of fighting those guys hand-to-hand.

After a fierce fight of flesh and blood, another team finally came to support, and it took a total of forty people to kill these twenty guys.

Even if they have the advantage, they still need at least double the number of people to overwhelm them. Fortunately, these cultists do not use firearms, and they do not wear armor, otherwise it will be even more troublesome.

Similarly, many people on our own side were injured. The most serious one was a recruit who accidentally failed to notice that he had left the queue and was injured. Fortunately, the medicine powder stopped the bleeding, and he was simply wrapped with a bandage and awaited further treatment.

There are also a few soldiers who have fallen into uneasiness and loss because of the sorcery of the cult priests, especially the new recruits who are more likely to appear.

Most of them can carry it through with willpower and withstand the test of the battlefield, which means that they have truly become veterans.

Of course, also understand that not everyone has this courage.

These soldiers who have difficulty adapting to the fierce battlefield will not stay and will either change careers to be logistics or police officers.

Of course, their treatment will also be reduced accordingly. Hamlet does not raise idlers.

As for those veterans? Don't be kidding, their loyalty to the lord cannot be shaken by magic. Some ruthless people will kill even more fanatically when faced with the priest's magic.

Why do wars involve logistics? Hamlet's soldiers can get sufficient weapons and ammunition, as well as supplies of food resources and even personnel.

Not long after the fighting here ended, several trucks came over quickly. They were the logistics troops coming up.

Some of Hamlet's animal power joined the operation, but it was temporarily requisitioned for road construction.

These logistics carriages are originally part of the army, and Lance has been thinking of ways to improve the army's mobility and logistics support capabilities.

These logistics personnel have received professional training. Most of them are reserve forces who have passed the assessment in the training camp, but their results are not ranked high.

There are also some veterans who are not seriously injured and still have certain combat capabilities.

Their main tasks are to clean the battlefield, drag away the corpses for disposal, transport the wounded or other soldiers back to the outpost for treatment, and provide the supplies the team needs.

Although they don't need to face a front-line war, they can pick up a gun and fight if needed.

After receiving supplies, several teams quickly adjusted their status, and most of them recovered. They simply bandaged minor injuries and continued to work, unwilling to leave the battlefield at all.

Don't underestimate the will of ordinary people in this era. They are more likely to accept the cruelty of the battlefield than modern people.

After a short rest, the team set off again to join the action.

Although some are short of staff, this does not affect their actions...

Not everyone among the cultists was willing to engage in a meaningless confrontation with Hamlet's army. Some people realized that the situation was wrong and immediately wanted to break out to the west.

What greeted them was the Hamlet cavalry led by Leonard. The long-awaited warriors brandished their shining sabers and charged towards the enemy.

The cavalry now rely on their mobility to roam the wilderness and harvest the heads of cultists one by one.

They're even easier than they otherwise would be, because not many cultists make it this far.

However, Leonard was obviously not satisfied with waiting for the cultists to come to the door. He was also constantly approaching, pressing towards the center...

At this time, Lance was coordinating the logistics in the outpost. To a certain extent, he was the grain officer of the rear area.

Through the advancement of various fronts and feedback from logistics, he can accurately know what is happening on the front line.

Although there was a bit of a situation at the beginning, everything seemed to be going as Lance imagined, constantly driving, forcing, and finally harvesting the cultists, weakening their strength as much as possible.

Unfortunately, now that the battle lines have been pushed further and further, the frequency with which he wants to obtain information has also been reduced.

But at this time, a team of logistics carriages came back, bringing back news from the front line and some injured soldiers.

"Hurry up!"

Most of the medical soldiers have gone to the front line with the team. They will try to control the injuries as soon as possible and then send them back for more detailed treatment.

Those left at the outposts today are mostly medical personnel who have received training but have not yet had more opportunities to practice.

Lance thought they should be called that because medics were professional soldiers and part-time doctors.

These doctors and nurses are not trained as medical soldiers. Their profession is that of doctors and nurses, and they do not need to carry guns.

Lance had deliberately cultivated him a long time ago, selecting through the textbooks brought by Paracelsus himself, but in the end... nothing was picked out.

Well... there are definitely some merits in it, but I can only say that it is not suitable for Hamlet.

So in the end, we just used the anatomy report as a teaching material to tell them the structure and general principles of the body.

Then find a way to let them practice. As for the training materials, they will naturally be those prisoners.

Don't expect these "medical staff" who are as quick as "college students" to do any research on diseases.

Their abilities are limited to minor surgeries such as debridement, suturing, dressing changes, and bandaging, as well as caring for patients.

Interestingly, some of these people are women.

Lance is willing to cultivate some talented people who are also willing to endure hardship, regardless of gender. He will not waste time on gender issues at this time. It is better to trust the wisdom of future generations for such a big pitfall.

"Quick! Get the wounded on the stretcher, be careful..."

There is a complete set of procedures for these, and the injured will naturally have someone to receive, treat, and recuperate. This is not something that Lance should worry about.

Because Paracelsus was presiding over the operation at the outpost, which was why Grendel in the town had to hold back the people from the Medical Association. The two key figures in the treatment of leprosy were not there.

As long as the wounded were not serious enough to threaten their lives, Lance would not intervene too much. At most, he would go to the field hospital to check on them.

Lance didn't want them to develop the habit of relying on him. Extraordinary power was a fool's errand, and there would always be a price to pay.

"In the face of the gathered cultists, Team 123 arrived from behind..."

The number 123 refers to the fact that this squad belongs to the third squadron of the second squadron in the first brigade. This is a simple organization made for the convenience of management.

Such a rough organization will definitely become unsuitable in the future as the army expands, but it is enough for now.

Not only did a battle occur, but the entire wilderness turned into a mess at the same time.

After Lance listened to the relayed briefing, the logistics on the other side unloaded the corpses of the cultists outside. The scraps of copper and iron with an obvious cult style that were finally put into storage were probably recycled.

As for the searched corpses, they were naturally sacrificed by Lance.

In the past, you had to do it yourself to search for spirituality, but now you only need to say a word to sit back and wait for someone to deliver it to you.

This is the power of power. No one can resist this temptation.

Lance raised his hand to sacrifice the corpses, looking towards the wilderness and couldn't help but smile.

The situation is stable and improving!

But that joy was quickly diluted by the pressure brought by reality.

Lance knew very well that Hamlet's army currently had the advantage because it carried out a sneak attack and caught the Ascension Sect by surprise.

With his understanding of his ancestor, it was absolutely impossible to return the wilderness to him so easily. In fact, the battle in the wilderness had just begun.

At present, the information he can receive comes from frontline troops with stable logistics.

In fact, there are still several lone armies in the wilderness.

It is still unclear whether the SS troops who are deeply involved can seize the third goal except for the smoke ignited at the beginning.

Similarly, whether the second team led by Barristan could control the second target and create favorable conditions for artillery operations.

Can Patton's artillery overcome the difficulties and reach the artillery camp as soon as possible...

Barristan carried out the lord's order and led the second team with the title of [Iron Wall] on a rapid march in the wilderness.

They had no clear logistical supplies. They all brought three days' worth of supplies before departure. On average, each person carried at least about thirty pounds of weight.

And being able to march silently under such circumstances, with almost no one speaking, they just walked forward in a hurry, with a firm and steady pace, and the entire team exuded a heavy atmosphere that was difficult to shake.

The last time they defended the outpost under the hands of the cult saint, although they successfully defended it in the end, the second team was almost paralyzed.

It took a long time to cultivate for this, and some new soldiers were added before the "iron wall" could be erected again.

Now that these soldiers who have been tempered by bloody battles have returned from their injuries, there is probably nothing that can shake their will.

Those recruits had heard about the exaggerated record in the training camp before they were selected for the second team, and they felt even more excited that they could join.

It can only be said that the environment has an impact on a person. After a period of running in, you can feel that even the new recruits have a perseverance.

At this time, the scouts in front of them brought back target No. 2, which was not optimistic.

The radical wilderness operations have alarmed the cultists, and many of them are hiding underground through Target 2.

Barristan realized that time was precious, and if he let them slip away like this, the title of the Second Team Iron Wall would be a joke.

"You and I will get there first, and the rest will move on." Barristan selected a group of veterans.

A group of people left other burdens to be shared by their teammates, so they took up their weapons and followed Barristan in a light attack.

Barristan's age is definitely considered an "old man" among the soldiers who are generally no more than twenty years old.

But this old man, wearing armor, carrying a medium-sized kite shield and a morning star hammer, didn't seem to have any messy aura as he jogged all the way.

On the contrary, some of the young people were out of breath while running. Although it was not serious, the difference could be seen.

And Barristan did feel that he was getting younger as he lived. After being rescued by the lord from a serious injury last time, the hidden injuries on his body were eliminated, and at the same time, his body that was close to depletion actually strengthened.

That was the gift he received from the lord after joining the big plan, because he couldn't die before it was completed.

"fighting!"

A roar without warning sounded from Barristan's mouth, and the one-eye spotted a group of cultists who were also heading towards the second target.

The two sides have nothing to say, it's basically enemies meeting each other, and it's just life and death.

The soldiers directly raised their guns and fired. After one round of shooting, they had no time to reload before charging forward with bayonets.

Barristan rushed forward with heavy steps, raised his shield and struck with a slap, restraining a cultist. The next second, he swung the Morning Star Hammer to his face.

Under the exaggerated power, the spikes on the hammer crashed directly into the face of the helmet, and the entire face was sunk in. Even the helmet of the cultist couldn't resist it.

However, there was still some protective effect, and the self-healing ability also allowed them to withstand more damage. Even so, the cultist did not die and struggled to get up.

He added two more hammers, almost hammering the helmet into a discus, and finally killed the enemy with his brains bleeding all over the floor.

On the other side, several others also stabbed two other cultists to death.

It's just that this place is already close to the second target, and the movement just now has alarmed the cultists.

In the face of incoming enemies, not everyone would choose to strategically move in, not to mention that Barristan's surprise attack was to delay the enemy and buy time for the large forces to move in.

"Come closer to me and hold the battle line!" Barristan called to everyone as he tapped the shield with the Morning Star Hammer stained with blood and minced meat. "They can't defeat our formation!"

"hold fast!"

Everyone responded in unison, reloading their weapons while looking coldly at the cultists who were rushing towards them. Their calm state seemed to not care about the number of enemies at all.

Just two or three seconds later, more cultists rushed up, and these dozen soldiers met the enemy's impact like an iron wall.

The two sides collided instantly.

"kill!"