"Steady, steady!"

Eren shouted, his voice hoarse, drowned out by the screams of the soldiers waiting for him and the roars of the Scourge Legion.

The results of the first spear thrust were unexpectedly optimistic, and the first surging necromancers were stabbed to the ground by the soldiers like wheat harvesting. They tumbled into the bed of the Dosse River, and their corpses knocked the zombies that rushed up behind them to the ground, adding to the confusion of the Scourge Legion's already chaotic formation.

Some of the soldiers couldn't help but cheer, and they even began to think that these necromancy, except that there were a few too many of them, were actually nothing to be afraid of. This ridiculous military quality is simply inferior to even the most unseen recruits, and it only takes a few charges to completely crush them.

The next few rounds were exactly as they thought, with each spear thrust taking away a large number of necrons to hell, and the well-trained lighthouse soldiers were efficient at killing and injuring the Scourge Legion, and their own morale was constantly improving due to fear.

However, after only ten minutes or so, that optimistic thought was gone. Ten minutes of high-intensity thrust spears made the muscles weak, although they crushed several times the enemy, but the Scourge army on the opposite side suffered heavy losses like a monster that did not know the slightest intention of breaking down and retreating.

Ah, yes, they're monsters who don't know fear!

After another half an hour, the officers and soldiers of the lighthouse finally realized this terrible truth!

Even if General Allen divided the troops into several rotations to ensure that the soldiers had sufficient rest, it would be useless. The tireless and death-fearless nature of the Scourge Legion made the lighthouse soldiers cry bitterly, and those monsters obviously did not have a neat formation and no exquisite cooperation, but they relied on the characteristics of the dead to compete with the lighthouse, so that the lighthouse's defense line retreated again and again, and was in danger!

Within an hour and a half of the first real contact between the two sides, General Allen had to order his soldiers to evacuate the riverbank in turn, leaving behind a large number of corpses and retreating into the trenches that General Allen had set up in advance.

The experienced Allen traded space for time, so that the soldier's morale and physical strength were restored to a certain extent. But even with such preparations, Alan was unable to turn the tide of the battlefield, and another hour passed, and the lighthouse soldiers had to retreat to the next line of defense, leaving the bodies of their comrades to abandon the trench.

Including the four hours it took to cross the Dosse River, the two sides have been fighting for six and a half hours so far. What is this concept?

Let's put it this way, a well-trained warrior in the world of Steeu will be exhausted and weak after fighting for an hour on the battlefield, and he can fight for about two hours is considered to be the top endurance.

If this war is measured by this measure, even if you don't count the energy expended in the four hours spent sniping the enemy across the river, even if you convert the army into three rotations, then the average person fought for a full fifty minutes. Coupled with all the stress and negativity, even Charlotte, who is not in military affairs, realizes that the collapse of the Lighthouse's army is imminent.

On the other hand, the Scourge on the other side is still as tireless and fearless as at the beginning, like a cold and ruthless killing machine, or like a colony of man-eating ants ravaging the jungle, flocking to the front like a tide.

Not to mention five or three days! On the first day alone, the lighthouse's defenses were at risk of collapsing.

"Damn!" General Allen's eyes were red, he didn't care who was in front of him, "Mage, where is your companion's necromantic legion?

Charlotte kept a calm face, but instead of blaming Allen's rudeness, she pointed to the flank on the other side, "They have already appeared." ”

Alan stared intently. Sure enough, there was indeed some abnormal confusion on the flanks of the Scourge on the other side of the Dosse River, where the roars and roars of monsters were faintly heard, and some of the Scourge Legions were dragged across the river, converging like a pot of porridge towards the riot.

The Necromantic Master kept his promise. But this did not make Allen happy, but made his heart sink to the bottom of the glacier. He would now rather the mage had escaped and deceived him than face this desperate reality.

It turned out that even with those 1,000 friendly troops, the troops under Allen's command would not be able to hold out in front of the Scourge for a day.

"So what now?" Alan was almost desperate, "Lord Zenas will be four days before he can reach the battlefield, the rest of the troops in Vic County need to suppress the plague riots in the surrounding area, my troops are already the last elite, if we fail, the Scourge will ravage the county like locusts, killing everything that is alive!"

Alan only has 2,000 troops under his command, and it is indeed difficult for a strong man to rely on these people alone to stop the Scourge Legion.

But they couldn't afford to fail, otherwise, with the virus-like reproduction rate of the Scourge Legion, after five days, the returning Zenas might have to face an army of hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands. At that point, it's really over!

- What should I do? Do nothing and watch this happen, or do I choose to do evil deeds and stop this even more terrible catastrophe?

Charlotte broke out in a cold sweat and had to make a difficult decision.

The wails of the soldiers in front of him came to his ears, and he thought of the bleak scene of the Scourge Legion raging on the continent and destroying all living creatures, and finally said to Eren with a calm face.

"I have another way, General Allen. ”

"So what are you waiting for? whatever the solution, do it, Mr. Mage!" Alan blurted out.

"I will try to destroy the dikes and riverbeds in the upper reaches of the Dose River and let the floods ravage this area, and this is the only way to delay the Scourge attack. But...... This will be a flooded country, and not only you and the Scourge will be threatened by flooding, but also the people, towns, and villages within a radius of hundreds of miles. And even after the victory, there is no hope of regaining vitality for a few years. How? Want to give it a try?"

General Allen broke out in a cold sweat, if he did this, then those settlements that had not yet fallen to the undead Scourge would be swallowed up by this friendly flood, such a crazy act was completely contrary to morality and faith in the polytheistic world of Steeu.

- Is killing for salvation good or evil?How should the scales of life be defined?Is it mere quantity?Or is it close affection?For a moment, the same question arose in the minds of Charlotte and Allen.

Eren looked at the crumbling line of defense and the legions of the dead, but finally gritted his teeth and made the same decision as Charlotte.

"I can still find a way to hold out for half an hour, please, Master Mage!"

"That's enough. Charlotte patted him on the shoulder, "Find a way to find the high ground in the process." ”

Charlotte said, turning away from the line.

With the help of mnecomics, the map comes to life in memory, and with a little thought, Charlotte calculates how many dikes and riverbeds must be destroyed in order for the battlefield to flood. But in the map, he clearly remembers that there are many villages on both sides of the Dose River valley.

- May you have been infected by the plague of natural disasters......

When she realized the irresponsible ugly thought in her heart, Charlotte covered her forehead in shock.

"I'm such a good-for-nothing coward......"