There are not many things in this world that are as contagious as fear.

The contemporary Lamani sociologist Enzo Simasa, who is known for his harsh and sharp words, once said: "The joys and sorrows of mankind are not universal. And when we see the tragedy of others in this world, our first reaction is often to laugh.

The misfortune of others is our pastime, and the happiness of others is usually a sight to behold, and even if fanatical hatred is limited by understanding, birth, and age, the only thing that is highly contagious of all human emotions is fear

Even children who only know how to babble and cannot understand how critical the situation is described by adults can easily perceive the panic in the expressions of the people around them, the shortness of breath, and the hurried steps, and then they are infected by this panic atmosphere and cry loudly.

The powerful contagion of translanguage, transgender, ethnic, intergenerational, intergenerational, and rapid spread makes fear an extremely frightening factor. If it is not successfully extinguished in the early stage, the consequences of widespread panic will be even more serious than the threat itself.

The military historians of Rahman define the "elite professional army" as "more than 40% of the dead do not break up", and this is only the case of a battle between human armies and human armies, when they are faced with the unknown, the undead who do not know what fear is and whose bodies are too strong to kill.

To be able to muster up the courage to stand here without turning around and running away is already a brave man worthy of praise.

It's no wonder that "smart people" like Duke Julionde would choose to shake off this hot potato, and almost all of them, from the small individual and squad tactical level to the large city defense and the environmental factors that are closely related to it, are not good for the human side. This battle of city defense is like playing with building blocks, and if you get the slightest mistake in one place, it will lead to a total collapse.

It is actually very inappropriate to use the game of chess to describe war.

Because the pawn has no thoughts, does not panic, and is able to execute your will extremely effectively, while people are not.

We can talk about strategy and all kinds of big and small whimsical ideas, but in the end, it is still people who win the war.

Clever and local tricks may be able to achieve a tactical advantage, but to really keep the battle under your control, you have to go deep into each ring, understand what the soldiers are thinking, worrying about, and fearing, solve the problems of each link, and make sure that the plan is executed as you think.

Logistics are basic common sense, but tactical and strategic decisions are also extremely important – they are not for you to play whimsy, and a true strategist should be able to keep the soldiers calm rather than take risks.

In other words.

You have to.

Teach them to overcome their fears.

"Hoaa

Everyone was panting and sweating, the heat was so much that the frost on the ground was beginning to melt into pools of icy water, and the dampness of clothes and shoes close to the body combined with the adrenaline rush from the nervousness made many people shiver.

But they don't realize it.

Just immerse yourself wholeheartedly in the battle.

Roaring, roaring, stomping on the ground and stabbing the weapons in his hands at these inhuman monsters, slashing and shooting.

At some point, the terrifying monster that made people weak and unable to resist at the beginning of contact became less terrifying than the cruel undead who could not stop it from rushing towards him with all his might.

Wrong.

It's not them that have changed.

The ghouls were still not afraid to die, and it was still screaming and gouging at the frozen ground with the three-meter heavy infantry spears of seven or eight anti-cavalry, and the icy stagnant water was splashed everywhere, but the people lowered their center of gravity and controlled the guy with the advantage of numbers, while the teammates on the other side quickly stepped up and cut off its head with long-pole axes or large moon axes.

It was the soldiers themselves who had changed.

They gasped to make sure the thing was too dead to die, and after checking on each other to make sure it hadn't been infected by the black fluids, they moved on to the next fight.

The mages sweated profusely as they handled the wounded, their mana draining rapidly, but as a result, many of the wounded were saved instead of becoming monsters.

It was an incredible sight for the elves.

No matter how many times Orno had seen such a situation, she would still be amazed at it.

Although her loved ones had taught her about human emotions, she could never comprehend this powerful ability that lurked at the very root of human nature—

There is no elven magic power, no orc can climb a cliff with his bare hands and jump from a height of five meters unscathed, no dwarven metal mastery, no gnome genius applied engineering.

What humanity has.

It's unparalleled adaptability.

In layman's terms-

It's about being able to get used to change quickly.

And this is exactly the weapon that our Sage chooses when facing the witch and the undead.

When common sense has failed, and the dark day is gone, the dead walk the world as if they have not died, and everything is in chaos.

It was the most effective and only weapon he could choose.

Called humanity, the strongest weapon.

Although the elves called the sage a "stranger"—meaning that he no longer belonged to the ranks—Henry was born a man, and he was familiar with all the shortcomings of human nature, and he knew the powerful instincts that exist in human nature.

He didn't choose words.

The appeal of words is greatly weakened by the tremendous visual and sensory impact, and it is not terrible for him to jump out here and begin to speak at length about these things, and people's trembling feet will not be strengthened by these three or two sentences.

Not to mention, the audience is mixed.

Among those present were mercenaries, ordinary soldiers, and young men from the southern and central regions who had come to try to get ahead.

A successful and inspiring speech requires a common cultural background and understanding, and with a dozen languages and dialects from all over the world, not even Henry can make everyone's blood boil with a single speech.

He knew this, so from the beginning the sage was silent, but he never stopped.

As always, everyone waited until everything was clear to understand what Henry had done.

He doesn't like to explain them all, because even if he says them, very few people understand them all.

That's how Henry did it.

Here it is.

The reason why he is a sage.

A raging fire burns.

The perfect and interlocking plan that was made in a very short period of time was Konstantin, who was quite outstanding in military ability, and it was only at this moment that he understood the reason for the plan laid out by Henry's actions everywhere.

The place where he is inferior to a sage is not the mind.

It's experience and experience.

Henry can think from everyone's point of view, but Constantine cannot.

He understands what people are afraid of, so he can prescribe the right medicine.

Civilians, soldiers, and even Konstantin himself, even if there are indeed these gaps in combat effectiveness for these monsters, the real source of fear is still a simple word - unknown.

To be sure, a ghoul is at best the equivalent of a lightly armed knight.

Heavily armed hoplites can easily kill them with their rifles on their mounts, and if they are formed, it will not be difficult to break away twice the size of the ghouls. But with their tenacious vitality and cunning beast-like nature, as well as their sordid undead appearance, they create a sense of fear far greater than the actual threat.

Therefore, the tactics laid out by Henry were inseparable from the city walls from the beginning.

He knew that once the soldiers were brought face to face with the ghouls, the scene he had previously commanded under Julionde would be repeated.

They will collapse and then fall into chaos, killing each other and trampling each other, leaving the situation in uncontrollable chaos.

Soldiers who had had first contact with it had already made a deep impression of the thing: terrible, indestructible, powerful and deadly—an impression that they would not be able to exert any amount of combat effectiveness if they did not break it.

So Henry ordered them to dig a ditch, and the burning fire boosted morale in the darkness was unimaginable, and the scene of the ghoul twisting and screaming after being ignited by the flames was deeply etched into the eyes of the city defense soldiers, and it also broke the impression of invincibility.

- These things can be killed!

They also bleed, and they can be killed, as long as there is a proper method.

It is a scene that transcends all languages, crosses education and the ability to understand by birth, and is deeply engraved in the eyes of all, so that the morale of the first wave of combat engineers who came into contact with ghouls is high, and they are 100% combat-capable.

After that, Henry led a series of rapid response measures, each time to control the ghoul's sudden attack within a very small range of damage, and the soldiers below gradually began to get used to fighting these things.

Good steel is to be used on the blade, and the hundreds of elite troops composed of excellent hunting mercenaries and paladins are divided into several squadrons by the sage, who act as firefighters, the purpose is not to destroy monsters, but to control the situation and prevent the regular troops from being scattered.

- They can be killed.

- They bleed, they screamed, they struggled.

- I can kill them.

- With the right approach, we can kill these abominable monsters without even getting hurt.

The careful planning and unequivocal execution of the information, which was felt not by words but by the soldiers' own eyes and hearts, made a deep impression far more powerful than words, and as they followed the guidance of the tall northerner wielding the great sword, step by step, they achieved an advantage that was visible to all.

Even though the body was still shaking.

Despite the discomfort of wet clothing and shoes.

Although they began to gasp for breath from the exhaustion of long battles.

The number of deserters gradually decreased.

The ranks also became more and more neat, and many of those who had run to hide before even ran back to join the array.

I don't know from which moment.

They're starting to get used to fighting these things.

People adapt to the present environment in an extremely efficient way, just as their ancestors conquered the grasslands, forests, plains, deserts and permafrost 10,000 years ago.

- How to kill it, how to kill it while preserving yourself.

The Lamangu saying says that the licking of war can turn a milky little boy into a man who stands tall in the sky, and it happens for a shorter time than anyone thinks.

Busy with his work, Orno looked up at the scene of the human army, which roared in a neat and orderly manner, pressing the ghouls back under the city walls.

She suddenly remembered that her departed people had once disdained humanity as a race.

Weak and despicable, not at all as noble as the elves, nor with a brilliant mind nor a beautiful appearance.

Even the tribesmen only have negative comments about human society, which has been completely distorted in hundreds of years, such as "fragile as a sand castle" - not to mention them, even they themselves did not fully realize how terrible their perception was wrong all along.

The elves of a thousand years ago are the same now, and the elves of a thousand years will be the same now.

Although their magical knowledge is powerful, it is only a transmission of the ancient years, from culture to clothing, I don't know how many years have passed, and the elves have not changed much.

They rejoice in this eternity, believing it to be a symbol of firmness and nobility, and believing that changeability means vulnerability.

But once upon a time, humans had conquered far more land than elves.

Yes, they still can't stand up to the elves, and their magic is so young that any young elf can easily become a human magic mentor - but how long will that last?

In this unrivalled adaptability.

In the face of this indomitable enterprising spirit.

How long can the elves stay on top?

"Take-"

"!! in the Name of Humanity"

"All!" the leading knight shouted, his sword raised alof, his armor glistening in the light of the flames.

"Charge!!"

The scarred door was opened.

It's like a long-standing flash flood, like winter snow melting in early spring all the way down from the top of the mountain.

They shouted, roared, and cheered themselves hysterically.

to the dark.

A charge was launched.

"Glory is with me. The Imperial Knights shouted.

"The radiance of the gods helps me to kill my enemies. The paladins began to sing war songs.

It was pitch black outside the walls, the flames had been extinguished a few hours earlier, but no one flinched.

"In the name of humanity. ”

"To hell with the shit undead!"

Torches lit up by stars formed a fiery red galaxy on the dark ground.

The vanguard knights crashed headlong into the army of the undead, their roars echoing through the sky.

"Woo woo woo woo ————" the two surviving sentries on the city wall blew the trombone in unison.

This was the signal for a counteroffensive, and the reserve troops quickly regrouped their pace and rushed in the direction of the city gates. The ghouls that have been wiped out by the Intensive Slaughter are not in any shape, and the more fragile undead are shattered by the heavy defense weapons.

"Don't lose to those knights!

The moment the arrow from the string is shot, it leads to a bright future.

The defeat of the undead was a foregone conclusion, and their already loose front, lacking the same level of combat power, was torn to pieces by the heavy cavalry.

The massive ghouls covered in giant crossbow arrows were wiped out before they even had a chance to appear, their massive bodies lying on the ground and melting with the ice, and as the formidable heavy cavalry cut through the array of walking undead corpses, the spear-wielding infantry poured out of the gates.

"The gods have blessed us!"

The shouting paladins could not erase the light even in the darkness, singing hymns and their armor glittering, as if they had finally answered their call.

In the sky, which had been gradually brightening from the beginning, a ray of white-gold dawn broke through the clouds and cast a projection.

"Okay!!"

"Kill !!"

"We're going to win!!"

The earth-shattering cheers poured a lot of strength into everyone, and when the rays of dawn pierced through the clouds and formed a line, they finally turned into a golden glow.

Needless to say, everyone understands.

They won.

The remnants of the undead were summoned by the witch or for some reason, and fled into the forest of Bao.

"Poor Kou Mo chase!" Henry shouted at the man who wanted to pursue immediately.

And in the midst of everyone's cheers of victory.

Only Orno looked at the humans with a complicated expression.

"Will there ever be a time when elves like us will be in their opponents' place. ”

"And what are we going to do when that happens? ”

The faint words were soon overshadowed by the sound of cheers, and the sun shone over the entire land as bright as the rain had passed through the sky.

The dark clouds above began to dissipate and shrink, and the rapidly reappearing golden glow spilled over every inch of land near the town of Scotti.

Talking, singing.

This is a triumph for humanity.