Most of the demon undead minions rushed directly into the Nigadian camp through the fence that had been broken by a few man-eating crocodiles, and at the same time tore the breach even bigger - and a small number of demon undead minions turned to the main entrance of the camp.

Commanding four or five hundred undead minions to attack at the same time, Zhao Li had no way to command it precisely, and the order he gave was to "kill all the living people" - such a simple and clear order was what these stupid undead minions could do.

As for whether it would be too cruel to do so...

Now that these Nigadians have become soldiers, they must have the consciousness of being shrouded in horse leather and dying in battle—it doesn't matter if the opponent is a Temoya or a Zhao Li.

As for those real innocents, Zhao Li can only say sorry, but the innocents who died in the war... Which one is less?

Slaughter is not Zhao Li's goal, but a means to achieve the goal, to compete with the reincarnation, and even the whole world, as far as Zhao Li's IQ is concerned, he can't think of any careful plan, what he can rely on, that is, all the means that can be borrowed or used.

The huge undead swamp giant demon bone kun carried Zhao Li by leaps and bounds, rushing to the fence, with the size of the bone kun, this broken hole was a little small, but it didn't matter, the bone kun just turned sideways, flicked its tail, and almost swept a section of the fence in front of it.

"There are enemies!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Hurry up..."

"Help! Help—"

Zhao Li made such a big move, the entire camp was already fried, and the first to engage the enemy were the soldiers and camp gate guards who were in charge of patrolling at night.

It's just that dozens of ordinary soldiers who were not mentally prepared were almost down in front of the undead servants who suddenly appeared like wolves and tigers.

The remaining soldiers looked at the undead monsters that were still pouring in, and the huge demon shadow at the back, they also lost the courage to fight in an instant, and they all turned around and fled, while shouting loudly.

Hundreds of undead minions gathered together with great momentum, but after entering the large camp and scattering, they seemed to be very few.

The fast-moving undead water ghosts and ghoul servants rushed directly into the nearest large tent, and the next moment, cries for help and screams were heard from inside the tents, and then many people in disheveled clothes swarmed out of these tents.

But these panicked people rushed out, and when they ran out of the tent, they were met by slower-moving, but larger, more terrifying undead man-eating crocodiles...

"Help!"

"Oh my God, this is—"

The men who broke out of the tents were men and women, and all of them were unarmed... They are not Nigadian soldiers at all.

The half of the camp that Zhao Li broke through into was the concentration camp where the townspeople of Peel Town and the members of the Pure Brotherhood were imprisoned, and he also recognized many familiar faces who had escaped from the camp - these were loyal believers of the Pure Brotherhood, and he had an impression.

Several human undead minions, Bolton, Tori, etc., now they don't look like any more humans, and their bodies are highly decomposed, but with the blessing of the ultimate undead spell "Scourge Descending", the speed and strength are much greater than before their deaths, and they are now wielding weapons from the hands of the dead Nigadians to kill these townspeople.

Zhao Li watched this killing from the sidelines - the so-called "don't kill the unarmed" and the like didn't apply to him, and even attacking the concentration camp where the townspeople and the Pure Brotherhood were imprisoned first was also Zhao Li's plan.

Four or five hundred monsters, no matter what, it is impossible to be the opponent of tens of thousands of elite troops, even if he takes advantage of the cover of night and kills him by surprise, but soon, these elite soldiers will gather to fight back.

Zhao Li looked at the other side of the camp - there was the camp of the regular army of the Nigadian people in the west, many soldiers who were disheveled, but with weapons in their hands, had already come out, and a small number of undead demon servants rushed over, but immediately, the soul fire that represented their lives disappeared one after another under Zhao Li's control.

Four or five hundred undead demon minions, if they all pounced, they might be able to cause a lot of chaos and damage, but immediately, they would be quickly pacified under the counterattack of thousands of people.

But... If thousands, if not thousands, of undead minions rushed through—even human undead who were not as powerful as monsters, they would definitely be more powerful than they could have imagined.

And these unarmed townsfolk and Pure Brotherhood members who are almost defenseless in the face of the attacks of the undead demons are the easiest targets for the undead minions...

At this time, one, or some familiar faces, caught Zhao Li's attention.

"Assemble, everyone, approach me, and rush out!"

A burly middle-aged bearded man, holding a spear dropped by a soldier on the ground, and a water ghost rushing over was sucked away.

Armed with the weapons of a Nigadian soldier, or armed with a chair or bed leg, these men fought fiercely with the undead minions around them.

Behind these men, there were already a lot of townspeople of men, women, and children, who were trying to escape in the direction of the camp gate while repelling a small number of approaching demons—the "Scourge Legion" composed of four or five hundred demons was really not much, and the concentration camp that held the townspeople and members of the Pure Brotherhood alone numbered four or five thousand, and some of the fastest ones were about to run out.

Although Zhao Li also arranged for more than a dozen undead human-faced demon birds to guard the camp gate, if he faced the crowd that scattered in a hurry, he couldn't stop much.

However, Zhao Li didn't expect to be able to keep all these people, as long as he could keep twenty percent or thirty percent of them, then it would be enough...

After repelling several monsters rushing up in a row, this small team, with the bearded man as the main backbone, was temporarily safe and rushed towards the camp gate.

"Hurry up, everyone rush together, just rush out of the gate-"

The bearded man raised his arms and shouted - in his opinion, there is still a chance to survive at the moment, although there are many monsters on the field, but there are more people running around, as long as they rush to the gate and avoid the door, they should be safe...

As for where to go next after escaping from this camp... Besides, no matter what, he has to work hard with his family to survive.

The bearded man thought as he rushed to the front of the line, and then, having walked a short distance, he stopped again.

A new obstacle has emerged.

And it's not a monster...

"Good evening, long time no see. ”