"Sir, look over there, those damn undead armies have appeared... Oh my God! There are more than millions of them? How many of our compatriots have they killed along the way? This... This..." Just as Marshal Bout and Corps Commander William came to an end their conversation, the call of an officer from the surviving people once again attracted everyone's attention.
When everyone's eyes followed the officer's hand, the gray-white sea of undead in the distance almost depressed everyone's mood to the lowest point. For a moment, everyone's heart was filled with shadows.
"Don't be in a daze, William. Maybe this time I have to let you lead those reserve corps... Well, in addition to all the eight reserve corps, you take your own War Heaven Corps..." Seeing the dull expressions of his officers, Bout, who was the first to come to his senses, immediately began to issue orders. After calculating the approximate number of the sea of undead in front of him, Marshal Bout not only sent all the reserve corps up, but also directly asked his number one subordinate corps commander to lead the resistance in person.
"Yes, sir, I will not let you down... I will let all the undead return to where they should be, and there will be no omissions... Just wait for good news from my subordinates!" After receiving the order, William did not hesitate at all. After replying to Marshal Bout, he turned around and dragged his subordinates to rush to the city wall. He did not even notice his colleagues who were shivering at his back.
"William, don't try to attack fiercely. You just need to hold the defense line against the undead army. As long as we wait for the magician troops, our efforts will be worth it. In the future, we can cooperate with the magicians, so that our losses can be reduced to the minimum..." After watching his most trusted and bravest subordinate rushing to the city wall without hesitation, Bout hesitated for a moment and then gave William a few more words. But then William's careless reply also made Bout frown.
Tens of minutes later, William's army of nearly 500,000 encountered nearly 1.2 million undead troops outside the Canglang defense line. Before this, William felt that under his command and inspiration, not only his own army, but also the reserve army should be in high spirits. At the same time, before this, every soldier had strongly stated that they would do their best to fight those hateful undead troops to the death. . . . . .
But in fact, after seeing so many stinking skeletons up close, the morale of almost all of the soldiers had fallen to the lowest point, and many soldiers could even feel their companions' calves trembling. At the same time, almost every soldier inevitably found that their hands holding the weapons and their foreheads and backs were covered with cold sweat.
"Kill~~~Hold on firmly to those ugly and hateful things. Remember, only one of us and those undead can survive. If you don't want to be turned into skeletons to kill your compatriots, then you better hold on tightly... Shoot arrows..."
Although William was a little arrogant, he was, after all, an officer who had climbed to the position of legion commander by his own ability. He was very clear about the current situation. If he only relied on the low wall in front of him and the soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit and confidence, then the outcome of this war would be self-evident. Even if he could finally escape with his ability that was a hundred times better than that of ordinary soldiers, then the subordinate officers he had promoted and the soldiers he had brought up would all be buried here.
After William's encouragement and intimidation, the soldiers who also felt they were in a desperate situation finally picked themselves up a little and prepared to fight for their own lives.
But then, after William called out his arrows, he almost slapped himself. At the same time, he cursed the deadly order in the war regulations that against infantry attacks, one must first give the enemy a long-range strike before contact. Seeing the hundreds of thousands of arrows shot out by crossbows as if they were shot in the air, passing through the middle of those skeletons, William was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
Soon, William came to his senses and ordered his subordinates to throw away their bows and replace them with swords and spears to fight against the low wall which was only more than 3 meters high.
A few minutes later, a large number of undead troops began to come to the low wall and began to build bone ladders to climb up. At this time, a large number of long spears several meters long stretched out from the city wall. After the spearmen easily stabbed the skeletons of the undead with their spears, they immediately lifted up the undead hanging on their spears, and some were even swung directly into the air. At the same time, when the undead were lifted up, heavy all-steel spears slammed down on the skeletons from top to bottom. Amid the sound of crushing and shattering, the soldiers who were originally trembling with fear immediately became much bolder, and began to use their military instincts under William's command—killing the enemy!
But soon, all the human soldiers, including William, felt the pressure again. As the various bones piled up higher and higher under the low wall, and as the undead rushing up became more and more dense, the human soldiers who were standing firm in the front felt tired of their repeated attacks.
What’s even more troublesome is that as the number of undead increases, when the soldiers attack the undead, they often end up stabbing two undead with one shot or directly hitting several skeletons with one shot. . . . .
In this case, the only consequence is that the guy who stabbed the two undeads will have his weapon confiscated by the undeads because the weapon stops running fast. In the other case, it can only be said that due to the dispersion of the power of the attacker, there is no way to cause enough damage to the undeads. In either case, the unlucky soldier will eventually be killed by the counterattack of the undeads.
And these are not the most deadly. What is even more troublesome is that when those human soldiers are attacked and killed, almost every corpse will explode quickly, and at the same time, a bloody and mangled person with some of their internal organs hanging out of the dead soldier's body will crawl out. . . . .
When the human soldiers who were fighting desperately with the Undead were horrified to find that their comrades who had fought side by side with them just a few minutes ago had suddenly turned into a bloody skeleton and were charging towards them... everything began to become chaotic... No matter the orders from the lower-ranking officers or William's loud calls with all his might, it was impossible to save the situation that was almost out of control...
Just as William, who was anxious on the battlefield, and Marshal and Political Commissar Bout, who was worried about the battle situation on the city wall, on the right side of the battlefield, less than 1 kilometer away from the city wall, a large area of 6-color light flashed like fireworks, attracting the attention of the commanders of both sides.
"Magicians... the magician troops have arrived..." When clusters of light flashed, the human figures revealed in the light made the human troops present cheer loudly. But no one knew that the commanders of these magician troops were now frightenedly looking for their supreme commander, the commander of the Shen army who had accidentally lost himself in the space teleportation... (To be continued)