PS: (The current collection is 2210, and there are 350 more collections that can be added ~ At present, in addition to the current collection of the new collection, two new ways to add more are also introduced: one is to order more, as long as the average monthly subscription reaches 100, it will be added once, and when it reaches 200, it will be added twice, and so on; Anyway, the collection has risen very slowly in the past few days, but it's not just dropping, and the strips won't force too much, but I just hope that everyone can increase the data faster~ Not to mention, I look forward to the performance of the book friends, and the manuscript of the strip is waiting for it~)

If you look at it from the first-person perspective of an ordinary soldier who has never been exposed to anything other than his hometown, and who has only grown up through the stories of his elders or imams, it is sad enough to have his comrades who laughed and laughed before the attack, but when he saw his comrades-in-arms who had died and should have entered the eternal heaven, standing up again, brandishing their weapons and glaring at him with godless eyes, the creepy horror was absolutely impossible to get rid of.

"Atef, it's me! I'm Nadim in the same tent with you!" a bearded Arab soldier shuddered as he looked at the first of the group of living corpses, the chest pierced by a heavy javelin, and its pale face made its former companions recognize its former identity, "Atef, you wouldn't do that, would you?!"

The living corpse, known as Atef, had no expression on its face, and its bloodstained body swung its scimitar at the Arab soldier named Nadim.

"I'm sorry!!" Nadim shouted as he took the attack with his round shield, realizing that the 'Atef' in front of him was definitely not the same companion as before, "I'm sorry Allahu Akbar!!"

Nadim's spear in his right hand slammed forward, the sharp tip of which stabbed into its stomach, but the living corpse did not react to the blood and intestines that began to flow from his stomach. Instead, he raised the scimitar in his hand again.

"Damn, damn!" Seeing his spear stuck directly in the stomach of the living corpse, Nadim's face turned white with a brush. He was about to pull the spear out with all his might, but the scimitar in the corpse's hand was already whistling down.

"Poof!" the crescent-shaped scimitar slashed Nadim's chest from top to bottom, spurting bright red blood with the sound of several ribs breaking.

Nadim screamed and fell to the ground, bubbling blood pouring out of his mouth. The living corpse, known as "Ateph", seemed to be in a daze for a moment, but then used his left hand with a metal shield to break the shaft of the spear that had been stabbed into the abdomen and left outside, and then continued to walk towards the next object with a surging breath of life according to the instructions in his soul.

These newly reincarnated newborn corpse witches are not even as good as those undead spear throwers if they talk about soul strength alone, after all, the latter has a small reincarnation life span of half a year, and the soul strength is already stronger than when they first woke up;

But even so, these newborn necrons have a lot of weaknesses: they haven't gone through a delicate reincarnation process. In terms of physical flexibility, they are not as agile as the undead spear-throwers who are exactly like the living, but they are as stiff and slow as puppets, and the faint soul fire that is no different from ordinary living people makes them equal in strength to ordinary humans, and in many cases they are inferior to living humans in terms of strength; most importantly, these newborn corpse witches are not sane, and even those undead spear-throwers who were free labor yesterday have a break after half a year of non-stop labor day and night, except for the working time of building the headquarters fort。 They all have some moves that make Feng Longde feel particularly amazing.

Once, when Feng Longde was resting in the open space of the camp after eating at night, he would see skeletons and corpses that had been left to rest in an area after the construction was completed, tightly surrounding an iron skeleton covered in human skin. And the soul of the iron skeleton was chattering about something, as if it were telling something.

At that time, Feng Longde was still very interested in leaning over to listen, but it was a pity that the words of the iron skeleton were too scarce, and it was not enough to clearly state a thing.

However, this phenomenon was enough to surprise Feng Longde: telling a story was already a rather complex act in itself, and with the pitiful intelligence possessed by the generally weak souls of these undead creatures, it should not be enough to carry out such an act.

But the truth is that this iron skeleton is really telling something. Although the lack of words was not enough to make it clear what it was trying to say, the iron skeleton's intelligence was clearly beyond its own level.

In fact, this is not an isolated phenomenon, since the beginning of the period of time when the reincarnated corpses have become the labor force of undead creatures, Feng Longde has felt from time to time that the intelligence level of these undead creatures seems to be slowly improving, but because this has always been his personal feeling, there are no native undead creatures to compare here. Therefore, he left it behind, and it was not until he met the iron-boned skeleton who was stating things that he completely concluded that the intelligence level of these undead creatures had really improved a lot.

Why does this happen? In the case of an isolated case, it can be explained by the differences between souls and so on, but it is clear that there is a cause for this mass change.

All the skeletons and witches in the Teutonic camp were involved in the construction of the headquarters fort, could it be said that labor could improve the intelligence of the undead?

This argument is actually not unusual: when Feng Longde was a fat otaku, he dabbled in many books, and there is a book about the step-by-step evolution of human beings from ancient apes to modern humans, saying that most scientists believe that the labor of ancient apes and later hominids led to the growth of their intelligence, as one of the most famous research topics for speculating about the origin of human intelligence.

Although the living race and the undead are two completely opposite aspects, this does not mean that they are not unrelated: if human intelligence can be subtly improved through labor, then the undead are indeed equally likely.

This made Feng Longde have to pay attention to it - now except for himself and his old sister Caroline, the two half-dead. In the entire Teutonic camp, only the eighty-one knights of the King's Guard, the master builders such as Sevier who had reawakened from the state of the Soul of Silence, and the seventeen lich mages were 100% intelligent deceased, and the remaining 900 or so skeletons and corpse witches were all undead creatures with a slight self-will, and if the intelligence of the newborn undead could be slowly improved through labor, then that is

This speculation made Feng Longde excited: if this was the case, then he could slowly and steadily have more and more intelligent deceased, knowing that the passage of time was meaningless to the immortal undead, that meant that even the stupidest of all the undead under his command would one day become a consciousness with self and become a complete life.

Straight to the point. Pull the perspective away from the wisdom enlightenment of the undead back to the current battle.

From all aspects of the comprehensive consideration, in fact, these newborn corpses reincarnated from the corpses of Arab soldiers are not strong in combat, and the physical qualities are not as good as before their deaths, and the means of attack are also instinctively waving weapons and shields to chop and smash indiscriminately, it can be said that as long as you can calm down and know that the weakness of these corpse witches is the soul fire in the skull, a sturdy Arab soldier can completely fight against four or five unsteady corpse witch soldiers alone without falling behind.

But the problem is that the Arab troops who are now in a mess can't calm down at all: in fact, it's the same for anyone, and seeing a dead comrade get up again in front of your eyes, with a weapon in their eyes, is already a great courage without collapsing on the spot or wetting your pants

Some of the Arab soldiers were confused when they saw the witch. Many of them were attacked by the corpse witch before they could react, and some were even killed directly by their former comrades, and a small number of experienced Arab soldiers immediately reacted and began to prop up the metal round shield and push the corpse witch.

More Arab soldiers, both infantry and cavalry, tried to retreat as far back as they could, but the witches began to crowd into the Arab soldiers, brandishing their weapons and slamming them on their bodies or shields, forcing them to retreat even more slowly.

As the zombies fought, they squeezed many Arab soldiers away from the gatehouse with the loss of eleven severed heads that fell again due to the collapse of the soul fire. A trumpet sounded.

Through the eyes of the corpse witches, Feng Longde saw the flying dust that accompanied it. On the opposite side, a man dressed as a Mamluk heavy cavalryman, but wearing a turban adorned with jewels, led the Arab archers in an attack with scattered infantry and dismounted cavalry.

Abdullah began to make a desperate bet: now the attack of these living corpses made it completely impossible for the already chaotic troops to evacuate, and he saw with his own eyes that many cavalrymen would knock down their own infantry whether they wanted to evacuate or rush forward;

Therefore, Abdullah let his retinue blow the horn again, gave the order to attack with all his troops, and began to join the battle with all the Arab soldiers who could still move.

A short time before the battle was discovered by Abdullah. The living corpses were not as powerful as they could have been, and were even weaker than ordinary soldiers - but their ability to resurrect from the dead was so shocking that most of the soldiers had not relented until now, and some of the Arab soldiers had broken the head of the corpse witch by mistake, and he had seen the crimson soul fire burning inside, and what would happen if the weapon had extinguished the soul fire.

So Abdullah brandished his Damascus knife and dismounted and began to charge on foot. And let all the desert light cavalry and the Mamluk heavy cavalry fight on foot: in this kind of melee, the cavalry is of little use, but the elite heavy infantry is more suitable to deal with these living corpses, and can solve the current chaotic situation as soon as possible.

Mutak's presence in the battle greatly boosted the morale of the Arab soldiers, and at the same time, even the imams came to the edge of the battlefield and chanted loud praises from the Qur'an, which made many of the lost Arab soldiers regain their courage and roar back to the battlefield.

As soon as the Arab soldiers began to stabilize their positions, the situation began to tilt in favor of the Muslim forces: all the Arab cavalry dismounted and joined the infantry, and in groups of four or five they trapped a corpse witch and began to besiege them, and the axes and lances beat the living corpses to the point that they had risen again to the point of brains and bones, and filthy blood splattered all over their faces.

Abdullah himself wielded a Damascus knife, parryed a slash from a living corpse, and then struck a backhand blow that cut a wide opening in the corpse's waist, bleeding blood and internal organs. The moment the corpse was unsteady on its feet due to the gap in its abdomen, Abdullah roared and grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, swung it in a semicircle, and slashed the Damascus knife into the neck of the corpse.

With the sharp sound of bones and flesh being cut off, the head of the living corpse flew out and fell to the ground.

The undead's tenacity made the skull of the living corpse, whose soul fire was not damaged, still bite its upper and lower jaws, but before it could make a move, a large foot in leather boots stomped it.

The skull of the living corpse was immediately trampled into a puddle of flesh and bones, flowing with gray-white brains and dark red blood.

Abdullah breathed a sigh of relief and began to turn his attention to the other living corpses: he had seen a foot Mamluk heavy cavalry cut off the head of a living corpse with an axe and ignored the still scarlet head, and he paid a terrible price - the head of the living corpse bit the right foot of the foot of the foot of the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry with its own teeth, causing him to fall to the ground unexpectedly, and another living corpse with an axe directly split his chest wrapped in armor, and he died in sight.

As the Arab soldiers marched and the newborn necros were about to run out of sight, the undead spear-throwers on the walls popped up, heavy javelins in hand.

Abdullah's cold sweat immediately fell: he had forgotten that there was a large group of armed villagers throwing spears on the wall because of the urgency of the battle! Now the desert archers were also armed with scimitars and daggers, and there was no way to intercept them immediately!

As soon as Abdullah realized this omission, the undead spear-throwers began to throw. (To be continued......)