When the Kingdom of Corison declared war on the Kingdom of Shannon, it was September 9, and now it is almost March and it is the winter of early December.

The climate is quite cold at this time, especially in the middle of the night, when the temperature is even lower, and some small puddles have a thin layer of ice on them.

It doesn't matter if the undead are dressed or not, they don't care about the temperature.

Before Baron Fontaquin gave the order, the army of more than 100,000 undead just stood quietly and did not move a bit.

Even the most noisy ghosts are honestly floating in the air, waiting for the final order to attack.

More than two miles away, a fire burned in the Scottish Vale, illuminating the surroundings red, and when the lighting was maintained, it also gave a trace of warmth to the sergeants on guard.

But compared to the cold weather, the undead in the distance made them even more cold.

The eyes of hundreds of thousands of pairs of soul fires of various colors are densely packed like evil wolves in the secluded forest, which makes people's scalps tingle to see.

Tens of thousands of undead who didn't have much consciousness in front of them had already begun to move slowly.

Skeletons, zombies.

Refining at will, it can only maintain the ability to move for a few days, and it is a simple undead creature that will bite mercilessly when it sees a stranger.

These are cannon fodder dedicated to the battlefield, like the slave legions and guard legions of Shannon, which can be used to the greatest extent by consuming the weapons of long-range strikes and the magic of the monks and priests.

"Speaking of which, our undead clan still has a big advantage, even if we are defeated, we will not leave any prisoners."

Baron Fontaquin's expression was obviously a little proud, he had always only captured the Shannon Kingdom, and the Shanon Kingdom was useless to treat his undead, so he could only choose to purify.

This kind of war is fought at the expense of one and the other, and the kingdom of Shanon will die more and more, while he will pick up more and more corpses, and his strength will become stronger and stronger.

"You're right, but can your army of captives advance in batches?"

It is related to the harvest of the three volumes of the Secret Book of Light, and Rao is Xu Zhi also has to go to be a dog-headed military advisor to make a suggestion.

Even Vidnina, who seemed to be in chaos in the war, did not attack a war fortress like this, and chose to stay a few kilometers away from Yeliu City, while her master Sandru attacked Adini City in an orderly manner, making it difficult for Caitlin to defend the city by relying on zombies alone.

Baron Fontaquin had no knowledge of tactics, and he did not have a sober-minded tactical master like Glick to command, and he was obviously a sea of undead who fought hard.

Even if Xu Zhi rarely commanded the battle, he could see that there was a waste of soldiers.

The Holy Word, the Holy Singing, and the Blind Shooting all kinds of striking methods want to see the concentration of the undead, and it is unscientific for Baron Fontaquin to rush over in unison.

"It's a lucky suggestion to move forward in batches, come on, let them move forward in batches."

For Baron Vontagin, it doesn't matter whether the cannon fodder army is going straight up in a swarm or advancing in batches, anyway, they are all used to send them to death, there is no difference.

The Lucky Stars can listen to their advice, and it's not a hassle.

Of course, suggestions are suggestions, and how to understand implementation is another matter.

The three undead tactical generals with unlucky heads operated as fierce as tigers for a while, and the cannon fodder army split into hundreds of small teams.

Each time you pull an undead blast from your team, you can advance in batches hundreds of times.

The number of batches is a bit too much, and Xu Zhi has a headache when he sees it, and he can't keep up with the brain circuits of these undead generals.

However, the undead can fight as much as they like, and in case there is a hint of a fiasco, he raises his legs and runs in the rear.

"There must be a conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy, and there must be outstanding commanders in the Legion of the Undead."

"Why is this happening? It's not the same situation we've had before, where that von Takin skull guy is playing with some bad idea. ”

"How should we fight, the undead are too scattered, and it is very difficult to carry out precise strikes at night."

"Do you want to send out the knights to sweep the two waves, the undead are so scattered, it is very suitable for the knight's dash strike."

"Maybe they think the same way, just waiting for us to take the initiative."

Once you fight blindly, it is not only the attackers who are confused, but the defenders are obviously also at a loss, and the conspiracy theories of speculation have been released.

The commanders and staff officers on the city walls whispered one after another, constantly thinking about Baron Fontaquin's tactical movements and countermeasures.

In the middle of the fire, a small contingent of pikemen appeared beneath the fortress of the Scottish Valley, temporarily used to deal with the skeletons and zombies that were pouring in from all directions.

"You see, they're messing up again," said Baron Fontaquin happily, "they used to cower in that turtle fortress and resist stubbornly, and it's troublesome to fight, and the damage they want to take down will be very large, beyond the scope of what I can accept." ”

If there is a move, there will be a response.

Although the heads of the undead tactics generals are not too bright, along with the cannon fodder team, some low-level vampires are also mixed in to clean up the squire legion and spearman team.

From the initial temptation, slowly enter the small exchange.

Some simple magic is starting to work on the battlefield.

Compared to Baron Fontaquin's inexplicable confidence after possessing the possession of luck, there was an extremely bad thing in the garrison in the fortress of Scotland Valley at this time, which made the voices of the commanders and staff officers very low.

Although the weather was cold, some staff officers had begun to sweat on their foreheads.

"If you don't fight on weekdays, those things can still be hidden, but now you can't hide them after a series of wars."

"Even the military quartermaster dares to do something, and some people are greedy and lawless."

"How to replenish arrows, crossbow arrows, magic potions, fire oil, those old goods can't be used at all after the official fight starts."

"When the national disaster is at hand, there are still people who earn this kind of wealth for the country."

Not only the staff officers, but also the general Turing, who was stationed in the fortress of the Scottish Valley, was also cold in his heart.

There are sunspots in the light of the sun, and there is weakness hidden in the strength of Shannon.

When everything is torn apart, I realize that I am just a sick tiger.

If it weren't for the successive battles with Baron Fontaquin, these problems would not have been exposed, and General Turing was not worried about the present, he was more worried that the Scottish Valley fortress was not a special case.

When he was in a hurry, through the binoculars, he saw the army of the undead in the distance began to attack.

"Prepare for battle, mount the arrows, mount the crossbows, and the priests and monks prepare to chant."

The deputy on the side shouted several slogans to command the battle, and the sound of machine springs and bowstrings suddenly sounded on the castle tower, as well as the prayers prepared in advance by the priests and monks.

"No, they're not coming towards us."

Baron Fontaquin, who raided late at night, seemed rather casual in his fight.

Presumably because the undead were not afraid of the casualties, and left more than a thousand corpses of cannon fodder in front of the fortress of the Scottish Vale, part of Baron Fontaquin's team rushed in the direction of another war fortress.

That's where their reinforcements are coming.

If the normal rhythm of the war was followed, their side would resist Baron Fontagin's army, and the reinforcements from the two war fortresses of Bainsberg and Lussen would be flanked from both sides.

Three-way encirclement, a simple tactic, but also an extremely practical tactic.

But the undead's sluggish pace of war makes all the difference.

Someone stuck at the point in time of this war.

"Your Sage's Window is truly a weapon of war, and those reinforcements running with torches were spotted at once."

In the camp of the undead, Xu Zhi and Jinkra took turns patting Baron Fontaquin's rainbow fart.

After procrastinating until now, he finally discovered the possibility of winning the war.

If you abandon the cannon fodder legion, and leave the skeleton, zombie, mummy and other legions in place and stalemate with the defenders of the Scottish Valley fortress, after running fast for several miles, they will collide with the opposing reinforcements head-on.

The Ghost Legion, the Vampire Legion, and the Bone Dragon Legion involve the three flying legions of low, medium, and high altitudes.

As long as you speed up, you will inevitably meet.

"Haha, of course, this is a treasure that I got with great difficulty, but it's easy to use, and it can be used to hunt down the immortals."

Baron Fontaquin sat on a very large bone dragon with the lucky trio at his side, and leaning into the Sage's Window, he saw reinforcements coming from two other war fortresses.

As long as he can defeat the legions of the Shanon Kingdom, he doesn't care whether he takes a fortress or fights the other party halfway, anyway, it's just right to hack to death and get the corpses.

Having lost two in a row, he needs a win to lift himself.