The battlefield seems to be silent again, the moon hangs high in the night sky, there are countless shadows hidden in the mountains and forests of early spring in Nogo, the undead are still lined up outside the kingfisher castle, the city wall is brightly lit, and there are a few knights standing-

Time is quietly passing, but the scene in the field of vision has not changed much.

Fight?

The real battle is not like the battlefield in the game, the two sides start a life-and-death fight as soon as they meet, it often requires enough foreshadowing and eve-

Detection and collection of intelligence, changes and analysis of the situation, formulation and change of tactics, and grasp of timing...... All of this has a decisive impact on the outcome of the battle.

The night breeze blew the ends of Gross's forehead, and he plucked a dry stalk of grass and gnawed it lightly with his teeth, the battle he had expected did not come as expected, but on the contrary, the battlefield was as quiet as the eve of a storm, and he told himself that he needed a little more patience, because the little man he had at hand could not stand against either side of the battlefield.

When he spit out the grass stalk in his mouth and stood up, the hands on the pocket watch dial had pointed to five o'clock in the morning, and most of his companions had already slept, except for the girl who was with his little head from time to time "chick pecking rice"-

Noticing his movements, the girl raised her head and rubbed her eyes.

"Radia, you should go and get some rest."

"Well, but, aren't you sleepy, Mr. Gross?"

"Well, it seems to be a little bit, but if I lie down now, it will be difficult to sleep."

He continued to look at the castle under the hill, and the spires and watchtowers of the castle were peeking out from the dense canopy of trees—

He saw the haunting knights and guards, the dawn reflecting a faint golden glow on the convex surface of the metal helmet; He looked out of the castle again, and a figure in a black cloak was shuttling through the battlefield, and compared to what he saw last night, the current undead seemed to be a little stronger.

Death Knight Notson raised his longbow, he hadn't closed his eyes all night—

In fact, as a member of the undead, he has no special hobby of sleep, and even though the night is busy, he doesn't look tired at all.

"Caveman Strategist" Luo Bo followed him like a well-behaved pet dog-

The self-proclaimed "resourceful" caveman had given Notson a pretty clever idea the night before: a feint attack on the castle every hour or so would not require much success, as long as it would alarm the castle's guards and knights.

Tired tactics.

Compared to the undead body, human beings are much more delicate in this regard, and by the middle of the night, there are already many guards who have been lying in the corners of the city wall with weapons in their arms, and there are only a few energetic guys left.

"Robo, good job."

"Lord Notson, after this night, dawn is the time when humanity is at its most tired. I think it's a good opportunity to go on the offensive. ”

"The Caveman Strategist" sneered, he seemed to glance into the distance, and spat out the long, thin viper-like stone, "It's just that I don't know yet, Lord Melville is ready?" ”

"He told me three hours ago that he was halfway there. However, I think it's too late to wait for him anymore, Robo, deliver my order, and in half an hour, attack! ”

Under the banner of "Black Acacia Grass", the spirits of the undead gathered again.

Notson suddenly remembered the two "Black Rangers" sent out last night, who went to investigate the humans who were peeking on the battlefield, but they didn't know what happened, and they didn't come back until now—

There was a faint ominous omen in his mind, but at this time, he didn't have time to pay attention to these unexpected episodes.

A few humans, I don't think they can afford to make a big deal of it.

Deputy Robo has passed on his orders, and the undead are gathering.

And taking advantage of this section, he was not idle, he raised the fantasy rank longbow [Farewell Sigh], the rounded bow body has a very beautiful smooth line, and the light blue bowstring lit up in the sunlight-

Two fingers pulled out an extra-large feather arrow from the quiver behind his back, this feather arrow was the length and thickness of an adult's arm, and he put the feather arrow on the bowstring, and with a loud "boom", the feather arrow brought up a white air stream that shattered the air, and flew straight in the direction of the city wall.

He was aiming at a human knight stationed on the city walls, wearing an off-white plate armor and a white cloak tied around his back—the guy he recognized, the same knight who had been in the raid last night, wielding his sword and inflicting heavy casualties on his undead troops.

There were double digits of the undead who died under his sword.

Although he had killed several human guards and several knights, this guy had escaped his sniping time and time again.

The white feather arrow let out a sharp screech in the air, and although its flight trajectory was obvious, the distance from his position to the castle wall was less than a hundred meters, and it was completely instantaneous—

The knight turned to his side, he raised his shield, and with a series of piercing frictions, he once again blocked Notson's powerful sniping.

After taking the blow, the knight quickly climbed down the wall.

Notson's face was flat, in fact, after days of fierce battles, he no longer had much hope of completely suppressing these elite human knights with his own archery skills - the city walls could provide a lot of protection, and his personal physical strength and the special feathered arrows he carried were not endless.

The low-level skeletons and zombies in the camp had been assembled, and the bone cavalry had also arrived in the open space outside the city, and he swung his long sword, and the undead poured towards the castle like a tidal wave.

"The undead have attacked!"

Evans exclaimed.

……

"As expected, the undead still chose the most opportune time to attack, and it seems that they also know some of the art of war."

Gross saw everything that happened that night, compared to the memories of his previous life, this group of undead looked obviously more brainy, and the tired tactics coupled with the current grasp of the fighter planes at least showed that they were not a group of reckless men who could only fight-

He hadn't had much contact with Notson, and this time, he couldn't help but look up to the veteran general of the undead.

"Radia, we're getting ready for action too."