Tyran reflexively sat down on the chopping wall, feeling himself one with the old masonry and never wanting to leave, he rolled his eyes with difficulty, and the soreness of the long lack of sleep made him involuntarily close his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just for a while, just rest for a while.

But in an instant he was covered in the net of sleep, and he dreamed of Loria, and the girl called on the people to follow her, and then there was a cliff ahead, and no one dared to follow, so she took out her horn and blew it with all her might.

The horn sounded one after another, without stopping, and it became more and more urgent, and finally pierced his dream.

"Duke! Duke! ”

At the sound of trumpets and the shouts of his lieutenants, Tyran soon came to his senses, nervousness masking exhaustion, and he jumped off the chopping wall to look back, and the dead man's army was once again in the distance.

How long has it been? He pondered, the ambiguous light made it difficult to tell the time, but he might have only slept for a few minutes, weirdly, too close to the time of the last undead attack, did the Scourge see that they were at the end of their crossbows, so they planned to apply more pressure?

The already numb soldiers arrived at their posts one after another with expressionless faces, and the crossbowmen gathered in the square to begin to count the crossbows, and before they could appear, the undead always led the way with skeletons and zombies, and against these fragile and annoying monsters, a well-made crossbow was not as good as a wooden club; Five soldiers with the only two muskets that could be used worked together carried a box of bullets past Tyran, and he thought, as Loria once mentioned, humans do not have the dexterous talent of elves, and instead of spending a lot of time training archers, it is better to use muskets - in half a day, beginners can hit targets at close range, but unfortunately there is no workshop here, and the weapons and ammunition they use are all from Loria's private collection...... Passing past the messy but mere crowd, Tyran saw a soldier slowly and carefully carrying a chest reinforced with layers of planks in the direction of the city gate...... Everything else is scarce, but they do have a lot of nitroglycerin, and a small bottle can kill a large number of undead, but with this thing you always have to beg the Light for mercy so that it doesn't explode in your own hands.

Tyran scanned the faces of everyone near and far, and saw no fear, only the usual impatience and deep weariness, and even without the shouting command of the officers, these soldiers, who had experienced dozens of defensive battles in a short time, ran everything in an orderly manner.

The accumulation of experience may be the reason why humanity has never been crushed by the army of dead men who are tireless and fearful, and who do not need to rest and eat.

If most of them survive, if they survive this torment with no end in sight, if their leaders don't have their brains pumped in the future...... Tyran finally saw a faint shadow of hope, maybe, just maybe, that humanity could really repel the undead and reclaim their homeland.

While he was thinking, the undead were almost within reach, and Tyran rarely had the leisure to observe them...... Nothing special, except for moving, they are just corpses with different degrees of decay, and he has long been accustomed to the fact that dead people can move for many years, he waved his hand, and two lonely gunshots rang out, and the arm of a skeleton was broken, and at a distance of more than a hundred meters, Tyran could clearly see the appearance of bone chips, and as for the other bullet, God knows where it went.

It was a shabby opening, and Tyran was a little embarrassed, but fortunately, the cannon that was about to be scrapped survived again, and with the sound of explosions, more than a dozen corpses were blown to pieces...... This was the end of the embarrassing fire support phase, and the cavalry was ready, and it was necessary to let the undead know that the defenders of the city had never weakened in the slightest.

The old gates opened with a tooth-aching sound, and dozens of horsemen rushed out shouting their own slogans, and it was not long before the leading cavalry rushed into the dead man's legion...... Defenseless in the face of sturdy horses and hard armor, these fragile spirits were soon dashed to pieces, easily understood by the crusaders who followed the cavalry.

As long as they are not careful, these cannon fodder can't hurt their fighters at all, but they can also consume their physical strength, Tyran frowned, his eyes hurt more and more, he didn't have the slightest excitement, he didn't even think of these inexhaustible skeletons as a member of the scourge...... The real test came sooner than expected, and it was also unusual, as the undead would normally wait until the last skeleton had been chopped up before launching a second attack, but this time, a frontal force of ghouls and abominations had already rushed into the skeletons.

"Let them pull back!" Tyran shouted at the lieutenant, then ordered the few remaining guns and ballistas to start reloading, "Leave those skeletons alone, aim for the abomination!" ”

"Would you like to invite Miss Alice?" The lieutenant asked as he passed on Tyran's order.

"Wait."

As the ultimate weapon, although it is easy to use, it is also quite expensive, and the crusaders originally prepared enough food, but now the food ration is more than due to the silver-haired girl...... No one knew how she had consumed so much food, and Tyran guessed that she had some strange food-medium magic, otherwise it would be difficult to explain her horrific attacks.

Several cannons roared in turn, spewing shells, and small piles of ghouls and skeletons were blown to pieces, and it wasn't until the crossbow's distinctive whistling sound that a massive stitched monster was injured - a huge bolt pierced the belly of an abomination, and various pieces of corpse flowed out of it.

Not enough, not far from enough, there were a dozen huge monsters as far as his eyes could see, and the undead were still flocking to Stratholme.

"Catapult fire!"

He finally gave the terrifying order, and the crowded square immediately vacated a large area, and no one wanted to be blown up inexplicably...... It's not like this hasn't happened before.

Compared to artillery and ballistas, catapults were fairly simple siege weapons, so they were plentiful, and the ammunition used was also specially treated with fused explosives - no one would think of using nitroglycerin.

More than a dozen catapults opened fire together, and the people standing on the walls began to pray to the Holy Light that the bombs would not explode over their heads, but a dozen balls successfully flew over their heads, and then, several of them exploded in the air, and the city of Stratholme was immediately in flames, and the explosions were so dense that they could not distinguish each other, and the air was filled with the unique smell of gunpowder, until the smoke and dust dispersed, and the fire gradually extinguished, and the city saw the results of the battle, and the scorched earth was scattered with large stumps belonging to the undead, some of which were still burning, But the void was soon filled by the undead who were pouring in behind them, and they were already very close to the city gates.