"They're coming!"

"Prepare for battle... Hurry up, grab your weapons!"

"Commander! The left flank can't hold out!

The rain was pouring down, mixed with a jumble of shouts, and the silver-armored commander Kurka's face tensed, and his hand on the hilt of his sword trembled slightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After expanding and killing five noble lords, the total number of "rebels" now exceeds 20,000 - which sounds like a lot, but in fact more than ninety percent of them are civilians who have been swept away and controlled. For the "Resistance", it was too difficult to pick the available soldiers among these people.

In the absence of a large-scale undead counterattack, the attack of Kurka and his party went quite smoothly, and it can even be said that there was no obstacle at all later. However, the current situation has made him soberly aware... This kind of barely condensed army finally hit an iron plate that could not be provoked.

The unprofessional scout rode back crookedly and reported the news that "the army of eight hundred undead attacked the flank", and the undead cavalry and necromancer in horse and armor easily destroyed the vanguard of 2,000 troops. There were less than 1,000 people who fled back one after another, and the appearance of the cloak shook the farmers who were always fighting "with the wind"...

Kurka understood the gap between the two sides and knew that throwing the barely armed three or four thousand troops on the battlefield now was tantamount to looking for death, so he wisely chose to "retreat strategically" for this kind of hard bones.

"Immediately give the order! Let the vanguard retreat backwards. Let's go back to Talun Hill City to defend!"

Originally, he didn't know much about the art of war, but after personally organizing such a rebellion, countless military knowledge was passively learned and practiced, and Kurka can now be called "decent" when he commands the troops.

The rear of the main force he was currently in was the "Talun Hill City", so the large army on the march quickly changed the back road to the front, hurried back to the city with the city walls, and then pulled up the drawbridge, closed the city gates, and waited on the city walls one by one.

The human lords have been fighting each other for years, so such a fortress-type city with walls exists in the territory of the "lambs". Over the past fifteen years, the city has fought a total of five defensive battles of varying sizes, all of which have resulted in victory for the defenders. And now, in the face of the menacing undead onslaught, Kurka thinks he can just as well hold off their attacks.

However, Kurka also knows that the number of undead with only "eight hundred" is not as simple as it seems. Hiding in the shadows, Dasco had told him that the army of the undead must be more than three times as strong when attacking the city. And when he and his soldiers saw these attacking undead on the city walls, they realized in their hearts what a terrible oppressive force such a number brings...

Among the 800 attacking undead soldiers, there were 200 lightly armored knights, and the rest were infantry, but among them there were seven low-level necromancers and one mid-level necromancer, and as a result, there were about 2,000 low-level skeletons, zombies, and golems in the military formation.

The black-pressed skeletons and puppets swarmed up, but each of them carried a stone or wood, and forced a path in the moat!

The ensuing siege made Kurka break out in a cold sweat.

These undead were difficult to kill directly, the arrows were basically ineffective, and the falling rocks broke their arms, but they could not stop them from continuing to climb - without the help of the ladder, those light and fast "strengthened skeletons" climbed the city wall the second hour after the siege began, and if it were not for Kurka's timely forced rush of three reserves to suppress it, the city wall would have been almost lost!

You can't blame the enemy for being too strong, in fact, that kind of skeleton soldier has no advantage other than climbing fast, and Kurka can take out a team by going up alone... However, he simply couldn't expect the farmers he had just gathered to have enough combat qualities: some people were still wiggling their legs when they saw zombies now, and you could expect such troops to fight against the army of the undead?

"This should just be the vanguard..."

Kurka frowned when a shout suddenly came from the city wall, and he looked up, only to find that the undead army under the city had been attacked by another group of men and horses—to the astonishment that the number of troops attacking them exceeded two thousand, and the leader was also the undead!

"Dasco also made a move. ”

Of course, Kurka understands that this is Dasco hiding in the shadows, but their presence means that the current crisis is even more difficult: when the real army of the undead presses down, even if the "awakened" undead of Dasco are counted, how long can they resist?

The exclamations on the walls subsided, followed by cheers, and it was clear that Dasco's forces had taken the attack by surprise and quelled the crisis. Kurka breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw that it was getting late, he returned to the lord's mansion in the inner city, and then met Dasco in the conference hall after dinner.

The expression on the latter's pale face was not good-looking, although during this time, the "Awakened" also expanded to four or five thousand people due to the capture of a large amount of territory, but the battle in the afternoon immediately exposed many problems.

Defects such as fluctuating people's hearts, incomplete equipment, poor comprehensive combat ability, and weak discipline gave Dasco a headache.

"This is Augustine's vanguard and can only be counted as a scout. If it weren't for the fact that I had enough people today, I am afraid I would not have been able to repel them so smoothly. But there will be more than that... It is possible to make a number of thirty or fifty thousand during the siege of the city. ”

Dasco is very familiar with the undead battle, but the battle in the afternoon still makes him distressed: the fight between the undead and the undead is very "tragic", because everyone can only confirm the death of the other party when they cut off their heads, otherwise they can continue to fight without arms and legs, although there are not many "deaths" on the battlefield, but many of his subordinates have become "crippled" after a battle, and the combat effectiveness will definitely be sharply reduced when they go to the battlefield again...

That's only 800 enemies, what if tens of thousands of undead come in?

Dasco sighed, not optimistic.

"It seems that there is no way to continue to expand the advantage. Now we can only fight and retreat, it is unrealistic to escape, so many of us can't even take food with us, and I'm afraid we can't get out of the gondola mountains..."

Kurka frowned. Humans have to eat after all, even if the tens of thousands of troops under his command now have more than a dozen villages to provide food, but the practice of not producing and all the people being soldiers is by no means a long-term solution.

"It's okay to go head-on with Augustine's troops, he is gathering troops for foreign invasion, and there will definitely not be much time to spend on us. So... Try to choose defense to delay time, and retreat strategically at the right time, they should choose to retreat after paying a certain price..."

This is a long-standing consensus between Dasco and Kurka. The gap in strength is in front of us, and everyone wants to do what they want to do if they defeat the strong with the weak or win more with less, but it also depends on the objective conditions. At the moment, the "rebels" actually had no choice: to be able to retreat with most of the main force and hibernate was already a strategic success.

The two talked a few words, and knew that the battle situation was grim and there was no turning point, so they didn't say more, and when they were about to end the conversation, a necromancer came out of the shadows, ignored Kurka, and reported an urgent message to Dasco: There were about 100 undead troops led by a necromancer to bypass the defense line and rush straight to the rear village...

"Food!"

Dasco and Kurka subconsciously thought of this problem: if the food in the villages in the rear was now contaminated with "plague magic", then the human soldiers would have no morale at all.

The inability of humanity to hold on is no good for Dasco and the "Awakened" he leads. So the undead rebel leader said hello to Kurka and immediately chased after him with an elite force!

Kurka frowned slightly, and stood silent in the conference room.

He knew that these undead were essentially his superiors, but no one would feel comfortable being squeezed out of the "decision-making circle", he narrowed his eyes, waved his henchmen, and whispered: "Take someone to inform the rest of the villages, and keep an eye on the movements of these undead." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Kurka touched the hilt of his sword, knowing full well that he had been poisoned by the name of "power", and... Can't help yourself.

Early in the morning, Nora woke up to the loud sound of heavy rain.

When I opened my eyes, there was no leaky grass hut in my field of vision, and there was no hard tree trunk on my back. She sat up, the linen quilt sliding down, and the warm, dry room made Nora a little dazed for a moment.

Raising her hand and touching her arm, her delicate skin was not as wet and slippery with dew as before, and she remembered that she had gone to a room with her people yesterday to "bathe" - well, Nora had not bathed since she was a child, and most of Tevlin, including most of Tevlin, had not thoroughly cleaned her body since birth.

The feeling of hot water soaking her whole body made Nora feel more relaxed than ever, so she overslept unconsciously... It was supposed to be the first time in her life that she had slept more than six hours.

Putting on the linen robe without holes, Nora simply put it on her body, picked up the rice bowl on the windowsill and went out, walked dozens of meters and lined up at the door of the mill to receive a large bowl of porridge. As one of the top 20 young people in the Tevlin, Nora also received an extra piece of freshly baked bread.

She ran to the "old man's quarter" where her mother lived, broke a piece of it, and sat down with her mother in front of the fire to eat.

"It's delicious, it's delicious... If this had happened sooner, hey..."

Nora's mother burst into tears as she ate, apparently remembering the child who had died young. Nora had seen this sentiment in the faces of many of her kind—they had been no longer imprisoned since Luther the Elder had agreed to submit the entire clan to Roddy. After following the team to a new village yesterday, everyone was also assigned a temporary accommodation. After three meals of hot porridge a day, warm clothes, and the first bath in years, the Tevlins were dazed and felt like they were in paradise.

Now when they looked at Roddy again, there was no more hostility in their eyes, more awe and curiosity. For the informable Tevlin, they have no idea what the outside world is like, and Roddy and these soldiers have become their first window into the world...

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