Lexington, the most prosperous city in the New World. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not a long history, but it's worth seeing, as the surrounding satellite towns and hamlets provide enough material for the city-state's capital, and ships to and from the New World bring in enough trade.

But these were all in the past, and now this place has been turned into a paradise for the dead, and under the constant bombardment of the Brittan army and artillery outside the city, it has been reduced to a purgatory-like Shura field.

The smoke that obscured the sky made the sun dim.

Patches of necromancers drowned in flames and smoke, and even though they had become another existence, they still wailed miserably in the face of another demise.

From time to time, there were a few roasted crunchy guys, trying to rush to safety, but there was no such place in such a siege.

Waves of self-detonation and positive energy come round after round, and the undead commander, as the leader, throws their most proud calmness into the corner, and they are going out to the field, where only death can wait.

But where was the Britannian army so easy to breach, the layers of fortifications and bunkers did not look like preparations for the siege at all, but more like defenders, with endless rifle fire and artillery bombardment, and battleships and planes in the air setting fire everywhere.

Even if the assault force was organized, it would be discovered by the stern Magic Armor for the first time, and Alexander only now noticed that the undead were at a considerable disadvantage in the face of the Magic Commander Mechanized Force.

But what could he do?

He no longer has command except to wait for orders with the guards, and the so-called democrats agree that he is not a good undead and needs to be cleared of his sins by the name of his enemies.

That is to say, it hasn't been long since this guy destroyed the motherland, and this time it is his turn to become cannon fodder, and he is about to lead the Black Knight Wing to fight to the death to charge the human defense.

"A total of six hundred elite black knights, plus the skeleton cavalry and accompanying infantry that came over, there are about two thousand people in total, that's all, and even half of the legion has not enough troops!"

After the adjutant counted the number of people, he reported to Alexander with a sad face, "General, relying only on us people, it is enough to break through the first line of defense of the Southern Army, and if we continue like this, we will definitely die again!" ”

"But what can I do? Those bastard bones won't give me any more troops! Alexander rubbed his palms, "Anyway, I can't fight this time, it seems that I still have to start from the flanks...... Are there any special secret passages or anything like that? ”

"Well, I'm going to ask those rebels!" The other commander of the wing, the former dragon knight of Reinhardt, who hadn't appeared in a long time, shrugged, "Only thieves will know this information, if you can torture it, you will definitely know everything." ”

"Hey, it's all this time, how can there be any time to torture, hurry up and call them over."

Alexander waited for a while before seeing a few skeleton cavalrymen reluctantly approach, and as the culprit of them, Alexander didn't feel much guilt, because it didn't make much sense.

But he can't even take revenge, even if he is resurrected, he is empty, lonely and cold, he believes that Charlotte must be watching him in the siege camp opposite, and this time he must ......

"I said ......"

"We're not going to say anything!" Even as undead, thieves have their own backbone, although they don't have any eggs.

As a high-level undead, Alexander can of course force the other party to say everything, but seeing the other party's expression of complete reluctance to cooperate, as well as the alienated comrades around him, he can only use coercive means to obtain everything.

"Whew, it's true, so let's get moving, and go through the tunnel in the southeast direction."

"Cut, filthy scum."

"Bastards who kill their own people......"

The undead cursed like this, and reluctantly followed Alexander to the southeast tunnels, ready to stage a wonderful war drama, as for the frontal battlefield......

In the burning city, the undead army dressed in various equipment, and the cannon fodder who were killed by the plague and eventually became low-level zombies, jumped out of the flames and ruins under the howl of the commander, and staggered out of the city.

The hollow and numb countenance, and the pervasive plague of death, were preparing to attack the living outside the city, like a group of corpses that had lost their minds (as they were), and began to attack after a simple reorganization.

One phalanx after another attacked the Brittan army sluggishly, waving broadswords, spears, bows and arrows and javelins in their hands, frantically trying to attack the humans on the opposite side, but limited to the unlucky range of cold weapons, except for a few bone archers, all other attacks could not hit.

Even if you summon the bones to control the cannons, relying on the inferior IQ of these fools, you will have a bore accident before you can complete a full shelling, and you will be reimbursed for a third of your artillery unit in minutes.

In the choking smoke of gunpowder, the undead charged one after another, but unfortunately it was useless, just like the last feudal army of the flower planter in the earth era, it was directly killed in front of the "copper wall and iron wall" of the modern army.

"Commander Lorraine! There was a report from the front that the thirteenth frontal attack of the enemy had just been repulsed, but the ammunition was seriously depleted and needed to be refilled! ”

"Let them save a little, and when they run out of ammunition, they will go to battle with bayonets!"

"Your Excellency General, the artillery unit has requested support, and the storage of ammunition is less than a base!"

"I said that I don't make ammunition so fast here, let them wait, slow down the bombardment frequency!"

At this moment, Lorraine did not sit in the headquarters as usual, but like a hard craftsman, he fully unleashed the power of the Son of Heaven and built a well-equipped forward base.

Wounded soldiers can be treated by him, using magic and no one knows about staying away, slowly processing ammunition for troops in need of support, and devoting a part of his mind to commanding the created elemental warriors, using their death-defying physique to fight.

Not only can it free up rest time for the soldiers, but it can also overload the elemental core at the last moment of the battle to blow itself up, and hundreds of cannon fodder undead will be wiped out in one explosion, which is really good.

"General, if the current progress continues, the ammunition will not last until the third day."

"I know, but it won't work if you don't fight, there are so many undead in Lexington, it seems that it still depends on the Air Force and the Magic Armor."

"I hope so, I don't know what will happen next......"

Before Vivien's words were finished, she heard a loud "boom", and there was an earth-shattering change from the left wing of the fortification, and the ground collapsed in an instant, and the three completely defenseless magic guide armored teams over there disappeared from view in an instant.

In an emergency, the undead cavalry brigade attacked from underground, and it was Alexander who took the lead! (To be continued.) )