Diego climbed to the top of the building and looked around.

To the west of Andorhar is the Forsaken's assault zone, but it doesn't seem like they're making much progress, and the battle is still at the edge of the city. From time to time, flaming iron thornballs were thrown from the meat grinder, cutting through the dense rain curtain and bombarding the already dilapidated ruins of the city.

Diego saw a faint green poisonous mist wafting between the buildings over there, and he suddenly realized that it wasn't just for the living, the living dead were just as afraid of the damn filth. Perhaps this is the only way to explain why the undead scourge across the street didn't take the opportunity to cross the street and attack himself just now.

He looked to the north, where the battle didn't seem to be going well, and the rain had poured the blood-and-ash land of Andohar into the mud, where countless human soldiers and undead scourge were fighting to the death. In comparison, Diego's company is still advancing relatively quickly.

Diego was thinking about his next plan, when he heard footsteps on the stairs behind him, and he turned to see the knight lieutenant coming up from below.

"My lord, the casualties have been counted!" The lieutenant said in a low voice, pausing slightly, and after receiving Diego's approval, he continued, "We lost nineteen men in the first wave of the Scourge and then twenty-four more brothers in the building, but luckily we only had nineteen wounded, and after being treated by the Shaman, they all regained their combat effectiveness. ”

"So, how many more do we have now?"

"We were originally a standard hundred-man team with a full formation, and after the battle just now, there are still fifty-seven people who can still take up arms, plus you and your friends, exactly sixty!" The lieutenant replied that for a newly formed company, it was definitely a terrible casualty.

"Can still afford a raid," Diego nodded, glancing down the attic with some concern, "How's the morale of the guys?" Has anyone coaxed it? ”

Diego regretted the last sentence as he said it, for he had not seen fear or fear on the faces of any of the soldiers downstairs, even the wounded soldiers who were groaning in pain, and their eyes were filled with only endless anger and hatred for the Scourge Legion.

"Your Excellency, you are insulting us!" The lieutenant said loudly with a flushed face, "These young men have all volunteered to join the Lark Legion, almost every one of them has a loved one who died at the hands of the Scourge, they all want to avenge their loved ones, and in order to achieve this goal, they would rather give their lives!" And you're questioning our resolve! ”

"Well, I apologize," Diego said sincerely, "for underestimating the strong will of these awesome guys. ”

"You don't have to apologize," the lieutenant's face softened, "leading us to victory is the greatest help to us!" ”

This lieutenant was one of the veterans that Diego rescued from the mines, although he had followed Tirio? Ferdin, who had fought in the Second Orc War and had a wealth of combat experience, was only a sergeant in the Lord's Guard at his highest rank, and this time he rebuilt the Lark Legion, and this loyal veteran was naturally promoted. But it has to be said that commanding operations is not his area of expertise, and he really hopes that Diego can bring them a victory.

Diego couldn't help frowning, as a hunter who was used to wandering in the wilderness, he had experienced at most a team cooperation with his adventure companions, commanding a company to fight, and he also didn't have much experience. But now is not the time for humility, so he set the tone of this battle in his heart according to what he is best at - using the superior force of a few adventurers as an arrow, break through the depth, attack the command center of the undead scourge, and behead him!

Diego pondered in his mind for a while, and finally determined the feasibility of this tactic - because of the experience of his previous life, he knew better than anyone else that the lair of the Lich Araki was there, and he had such a unique intelligence advantage, how could he not make good use of it? But before they can do that, they have to deal with the undead scourge across the street, and they can't do anything with these guys' legs!

"Tell the guys, we've got work to do!" He looked up and said to the lieutenant.

The lieutenant saluted and ran downstairs with excitement on his face, and a few seconds later he was heard from downstairs with the sound of his rough yelling and punching and kicking the soldiers from the floor.

It has to be said that in the army, the lieutenant's simple and crude paternalism is very effective, and within three minutes, all the soldiers have appeared in a neat queue in front of Diego who walked down the stairs.

"My lord, all of us are here!" The lieutenant said impatiently.

Diego didn't speak, his eyes swept over each soldier's face solemnly, looking at their eyes full of pain and anger, looking at their hands clenched with weapons, he didn't know how many of these young lads would come back alive, because the decapitation tactic is always the most dangerous, whether it is the exposure of tactical intent or the enemy's counterattack after success, they have to face several times the enemy, they are surrounded by enemies on all sides, and few of the troops who carry out the decapitation mission retreat in their entirety.

Diego felt an inexplicable emotion burst out of his chest, making the bridge of his nose sour.

"Follow me!" All emotions finally condensed into a bland order, and he turned and walked towards the hole in the wall through which the lieutenant had come. The soldiers followed behind him like a silent mountain.

They walked to the end of the poisonous fog-shrouded street and turned down the floor. The streets are very quiet, there is no poison gas and no undead natural disasters.

Diego glanced across the street, then turned back to look at the Night Elves.

"Masrae, wait a minute, after I release the smoke screen, you rush into the opposite building, and use the fastest degree to clear the undead scourge that may be hidden on the first floor."

The druid nodded, and Diego turned his gaze to the Minotaur.

"Dezko, you follow Masrae, but you don't have to wait for him to clear the enemy on the first floor, just rush to the second floor and cut through the wall between the building next door, and I'll cooperate with you to make sure no one interferes with you."

Dezko nodded his head to show that he understood, and Diego looked at the dwarf one last time.

"Brian, once Dezko cuts through the wall, I need you to be the first to rush in and attack."

"Leave it to me." The dwarf said eagerly, but Diego grabbed him.

"Man, you need to be prepared to face a large number of enemies, not just four or five archers like before - the Undead Scourge is also afraid of the poisonous mist, they must have retreated to the second floor." The hunter patiently explained until the dwarf's face became solemn. Combat is never child's play, and he needs to make sure everyone understands what they have to do.

"Yes, I understand!" The dwarf nodded again, his expression much more serious than before.

"The others follow the dwarves and kill any undead scourge they see!" Diego looked at the other soldiers and said coldly, "Unleash your wrath, brothers, with your broadswords and your tomahawks!" ”

"Uther!" He was answered by the neat and powerful shouts of the soldiers, this is the new battle horn of the Lark Legion, Tirio? Ferding hopes that the name of the glorious hero will boost the morale of the recruits and boost their fighting spirit.

Diego pulled out a smoke bomb from his bag and held it in his right hand, while the other hand pinched the tail tab.

"My lord, what are we going to do if those Scourge soldiers throw those abominable canisters of poisonous mist?" The lieutenant suddenly interjected, it seemed that this terrifying weapon had left too deep a psychological shadow on him.

"Trust me, those little crockpots, they're running out." Diego said with a smile. He bet the undead Scourge had run out of canisters of poisonous mist: if they had more crockpots—not more, just half more—they would have enveloped the entire street in the first attack, without giving his company any chance to escape.

With that, Diego ripped off the pull ring and threw the smoke bomb.

The smoke bomb landed in the middle of the street, rolled a few times, and stopped. The sound of the tin shell crashing against the ground was distinct in the silence of the street. A second later, billowing smoke erupted from it, dispersing into a cloud of fog almost in the blink of an eye, enveloping the small section of the street.

In the midst of the mist, a huge figure rushed out of the gate, and sped through the street, straight into the dilapidated building opposite, and the wild roar and the hiss of the undead were immediately heard.

He was followed by another stout figure, the Minotaur striding into the building with heavy hooves.

As soon as he entered the gate, Dezko saw that Masrae was engaged in a fight with several spear-wielding undead scourges, who had probably entered through the back door, as the search team had not found enemies in the building.

He kept his orders in mind and kept running down the stairs, not worried about the safety of his teammates, because no one would believe that the druids couldn't handle the living dead.

He rushed up to the second floor and saw several undead archers turning their heads, looking this way, the arrows in their hands had just been caught on the bowstring, and they had not had time to pull them apart.

Dezko was about to raise his hammer to meet him, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a cloud of orange spear flames light up on his side, and a puff of shotguns whistled out, knocking the undead shooters to the ground.

The minotaur scurried towards the wall between him and the next building, his heavy hammer slicing through a semicircle and slamming against the wall with a thud. With a violent tremor, the wall was suddenly knocked down into a large hole.

"Glorify the Father!"

Then, before all the collapsed bricks fell, with a battle cry, a low figure had already passed through the hole in the wall and rushed into the next building.