The sky had just turned pale, and the Southern Expedition Army was ready to set off after a night of rest. The soldiers packed up their thick tents and put them in the trucks of the logistics department to transport the luggage. They didn't have so many space bags to use.
The Generalissimo of the Holy Roman Empire's Southern Expeditionary Army Mechent has been restless recently. He always feels as if something bad is about to happen. Several cavalry squads sent out have lost contact. For the main force of the army, this loss is naturally not worth mentioning, but Mechent felt that it was not that simple. He stood on the hill with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.
"Master Marshal!" Meichen raised his head slightly, and saw the saint walking slowly.
"My lord saint!" Mechent frowned, but he had to maintain his superficial politeness, and he bowed slightly.
"How long until Manchester!" the saint asked calmly.
"There are still two more days, why?" Mechent narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a flash of sternness in his eyes, and replied.
"It's nothing, just ask me!" The saint had a veil on her face, making it difficult to see her expression, whether it was joy or anger.
At this time, a soldier ran over quickly, and when he saw Mechent, he said anxiously, "It's not good, Marshal, something happened!"
"What?" Mechent was stunned for a moment, and he hurried up.
"What's going on?" Mechent asked as he walked.
"We found traces of the attackers..." The soldier replied, "A small team we sent out for reconnaissance was attacked, and the whole team was destroyed, only the captain was left alive..."
"But he won't live long!" replied the soldier.
Just as they were talking, the two had arrived at the temporary infirmary of the Southern Expedition Army.
The temporary infirmary was made up of several huge tents, the light was dim, and a man covered in blood was lying on a makeshift bed. His eyes were closed, and a deep wound appeared on his chest.
"Master Marshal!" The man was the officer who was killed by the black knight. He struggled to crawl back and managed to save his life. When he saw Mechent coming in, he opened his eyes with difficulty.
"What's the matter, who hurt you like this? The pastor... the pastor..." Mechent was startled, and he immediately cried out loudly.
"Report to Marshal, the pastor is coming from the camp, and we have sent someone to urge him!" A soldier immediately reported.
"Let him hurry up, saving people is the most important thing!" Mechent still loves soldiers like his son, otherwise there would not be so many soldiers willing to sacrifice their lives for him.
"Master Marshal... I... have an urgent military situation... to report to you..." the officer said with difficulty, "Our... team... was reconnaissance... while... encountered... two necromancers... all... the whole army was wiped out..."
"What? What did you say? Necromancer?" Mechent was taken aback. He suspected that he had heard it wrong. In his impression, the necromancer who had never been able to fight on missions actually killed the entire reconnaissance team. Is this a myth or a fairy tale?
"What, it's actually a necromancer?" The saint was shocked, it turned out that she had quietly followed at some point.
"Master Holy Maiden!" Mechent and the soldiers discovered the Holy Maiden and saluted her one after another, but the Holy Maiden murmured as if she hadn't seen it, "How is it possible? Could it be..." In her mind A familiar face appeared.
"Impossible, how could he still be alive?" The saint shook her head, "It's impossible for the person who was ordered to hunt down to be alive to be alive. I must be thinking too much!"
The saint's gaze fell on the officer's wound, only to find that he died at some point.
"Ah—" Mechent wanted to ask more about the situation, but he died, so he sighed, closed his eyes slowly, and turned his head, only to realize that the pastor came in at this time , looking at him in bewilderment.
Mechent hummed dissatisfiedly, waved his sleeves, and walked out.
"Who the hell hurt him? Could it be the Ebian rebels? Hmph, I don't believe it's a necromancer!" Mechent, who had never seen a necromancer before, didn't believe that a necromancer possessed such powerful abilities. Power, if they had it, they wouldn't need to juggle in the streets for entertainment.
"Master Marshal, the Southern Expedition Army is ready to go!" At this time, a soldier ran to report.
"Then let's go!" Mechent said, waving his hand.
"But... Lord Marshal..." The soldier hesitated, hesitating in his tone.
Mechente frowned, with some dissatisfaction in his expression, "Say what you have!"
"Our military rations won't last long..." the soldier replied, "From yesterday to now, the food in Amufa City has not been delivered!"
"What?" Mechent jumped up when he heard it. It's not bad, the military rations are related to the actions of the entire Southern Expedition Army.
"Bastard!" Now Mechent suddenly became anxious, his eyes widened, and he said viciously, "Where's the food? Huh?"
"Report...report Marshal!" At this time, another soldier came to report, and he shouted loudly, "Marshal, it's not good, Amufa City... Amufa City... has been captured!"
"What?" Mechent's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the soldier's collar and shouted, "What the hell is going on? Say it again?"
The soldier was frightened by the marshal, and he trembled all over. He stammered, "According to...the news from the rear...Amufa City...Amufa City has been captured, and all the food...has been burned!"
"Burn!" The soldier's voice was so loud that everyone around heard it. They opened their mouths wide and stood there in a daze. The saint also heard it.
"What did you say? The food was also burned?" Mechent growled, at this moment he seemed to remember something, and let go of the soldier.
"Yes... Yes! Marshal, what should we do now?" The soldier was still in shock, but he didn't see the murderous intent flashing in Mechent's eyes.
Mechent took a few steps back, turned around, and showed his back. Suddenly, there was a flash of light around his waist, and a ray of light was thrown out suddenly, with a sound of "shua-".
"Uh... ah... ah..." The soldier held his neck tightly, a line of blood slowly emerged, he desperately opened his eyes wide, and looked at Mechent in disbelief. He didn't understand why the Marshal Kill him.
Mechent took a step forward, pointed at the corpse of the soldier on the ground and said coldly to the surrounding people, "This man is a spy. I have been paying attention to him for a long time. He spread false news with the intention of disturbing the morale of the army. According to military law, he should be executed!"
"Oh..." The surrounding people suddenly realized, but more people were dubious, only hearing Mechent's high-pitched voice, "Now I order, the army will start immediately and reach Manchester as quickly as possible..."
"Yes..." All the soldiers answered loudly, and Mechent breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't used some means, the army's morale would have been scattered. This southern expedition against the Ethiopian rebel party would have turned into a A complete joke.
"Master Marshal, what's the matter?" Mechente's uncharacteristic behavior could deceive everyone, but she couldn't hide it from the ice-snow-smart saint, she approached Mechente and asked softly.
The saint is supervising the battle on behalf of the Holy See, and Mechent will not hide it from her, he said in a low voice, "The city of Amufa has been breached, and all the food has been burned!"
"What?" The saint couldn't believe her ears. The heavily fortified city of Amufa was breached. How is this possible
"Now we have to hide it from everyone, force the army to move forward quickly, and capture Manchester in one fell swoop as quickly as possible, otherwise we will not have a good life!" Mechent said softly in the saint's ear.
The movement of the 500,000 troops is not casual. Mechent divides his troops into three groups and advances in unison. He is careful wherever he goes. However, Juliana also has countermeasures. Gynter's army could not find a grain, or even a human being, in the Manchester area, and even the water was poisoned.
Mechent had no choice but to let the army speed up, and at the same time try his best to block the news of the destruction of Amufa City. Even so, the soldiers who hadn't eaten for two consecutive meals still vaguely guessed something, and rumors began to spread.
After more than a day of rushing, the 500,000 troops of the Holy Roman Empire finally arrived in Manchester.
In front of Manchester, hundreds of thousands of Holy Roman Empire troops lined up in a neat formation, so densely packed that they couldn't see the end at a glance. No matter who saw such a large number of mighty and majestic regular troops, their feet were already limp with fright.
Manchester is completely shrouded in black mist at this moment. The white bones keep appearing and disappearing in the mist, making it hard to see the scene inside. In the black mist, there are one or two screams like hell from time to time. , It's creepy, the whole of Manchester is like an impenetrable castle.
"This is Manchester?" Mechent couldn't suppress the shock on his face, "Why is it different from what I expected? It seems... seems... there is a strange and evil atmosphere?"
The saintess frowned slightly, "For some reason, I always have a bad premonition!"
"Is it finally here?"
Mechent couldn't see Manchester, that is, the scene in the Undercity, but he could see it clearly from the Undercity. Juliana stood on the high viewing platform and quietly observed the outside , with a relaxed smile on his face.
Undead canopy!
The magic circle arranged in the Undercity is constantly releasing dark mist, covering the entire Undercity in black mist.
Now the Undercity has expanded ten times compared to the original Manchester, and it has already been filled with all kinds of institutions. The black mist is wrapped in a deep murderous intent, ensuring that those invaders will never return.
There is no food, the front line is too long, and the advantage of the geographical advantage is taken. Coupled with the auxiliary magic circle arranged by the necromancers such as the necromancer sky, Juliana already has 80% confidence in this battle.
"Miss, they're finally here!" Lauren's eyes flashed fiercely, he was gearing up, and he had long wanted to make a big fight.
"I see!" Julianna waved her hand lightly, "Everyone is at your place, and everything goes according to the original plan!" She glanced at Vivienne as she spoke, "The first wave of attacks will be carried out by the necromancer group..."
"Obey!" Vivienne bowed slightly, gave a salute, turned and took the order and left.