Chapter 353: A war without moral principles (X)
The players were helpless against the heavy infantry phalanx, an iron turtle covered with thorns, and were so angry that they cursed and yelled; inside the phalanx, the garrison commander, Major Kirk, was not having an easy time either.
The heavy infantry phalanx is indeed invincible in siege battles in specific areas, especially in the street environment within the urban area. Even if the people blocking the way are the Fiery Sun Knights who are rampant on the continent, Major Kirk is confident that he can push through them.
But...his enemies are the undead.
These undead are indeed not as tough as the Sun Knights, but they are truly fearless of death. No matter how many of the front row are knocked down, the ones in the back row will surely rush up with fangs and claws, and they don't know what fear or avoidance are at all.
It takes several minutes to advance ten meters...not much faster than a snail.
"We can't go on like this. The undead are tireless, and the soldiers' physical strength is not unlimited!" Cold sweat slowly slid down Major Kirk's forehead.
Although the Tarantan Undead's attack method was indeed as severely "biased" as Kirk knew, with few magic attacks (most of the wizards in the third test were still stuck in the job transfer), and sparse arrows (the walker players in the third test were still far from the second-level ranger, and bows were indeed more difficult to operate than daggers); most of the undead only knew how to charge stupidly, with the weapons in their hands emitting a faint light like the alchemist's battle puppets using offensive skills, and slashing at the large shields raised by the sword and shield soldiers, causing minimal damage...
But even this ineffective attack will consume the sword and shield soldiers' physical strength!
The Fiery Solari Order has used its own tragic experiences to warn people of the consequences of having one's physical strength exhausted by the undead.
"What on earth are the Red Flame Snake Legion doing?!"
Major Kirk couldn't help but look up anxiously in the distance, in the direction of the central avenue.
The Scarlet Flame Snake Legion should have entered the Central City earlier than them. Major Kirk would be lying if he said he was not envious of this legion that the lord had devoted all his resources to train... The annual salary of the Scarlet Flame Snake's lieutenants was higher than that of a major like him.
It was obvious that the Scarlet Flame Serpent Legion entered the inner city earlier, but it was the garrison troops who entered the city later that had to bear the siege of massive undead that was beyond their comprehension, which made Major Kirk very dissatisfied.
"These undead took the initiative to besiege our army. They obviously know the difference between friend and foe. There is no reason for them to let the Red Flame Snake go... Could it be that the Red Flame Snake fled to avoid the battle? Or has it been destroyed by the hands of the undead?"
Both of these conjectures made Major Kirk shudder.
"No, it's impossible. The Ezekiel family has lost power, and the first to suffer are the Red Flame Snakes. It is impossible for these people to not know the importance of the matter and avoid fighting at this time."
"Then there are only two possibilities... One is that the Red Flame Snake has been destroyed by the hands of the undead!"
"This doesn't make sense. The Scarlet Flame Snake is a full cavalry corps after all. Even if it's in the city, it shouldn't be so easy to fall - even if there are 3,000 wild boars, it's impossible for them to be captured by the undead in such a short time!"
After ruling out this possibility, Major Kirk not only did not feel relieved, but the cold sweat on his forehead became even more frequent.
"Could it be that... the Red Flame Snake has encountered the same situation as us, trapped on a street somewhere by a large number of undead, unable to move forward or backward?!"
With this result in mind, Major Kirk felt that the hot autumn wind seemed to have suddenly become a little cooler...
The undead know how to distinguish between friend and foe. After entering the inner city, the Red Flame Snake may ignore the undead running around the inner city. Both sides will inevitably fight.
The two sides started fighting, and the garrison troops that entered the inner city later were still blocked on the street by such a large number of undead. This meant that the number of Tarantan undead that airdropped into the inner city was at least over 20,000!
If they had not been besieged, with the Red Flame Snake's all-cavalry organization, even if the officers there were brainless, they should have used the mobility of the cavalry to charge throughout the inner city after rescuing the earl and disperse the undead as much as possible, so as not to allow so many undead to gather into a group and trap the garrison that entered the city later!
Considering that the Red Flame Snakes are all cavalry and have higher mobility than the garrison which is mainly composed of infantry, the number of undead needed to besiege the Red Flame Snakes is definitely no less than that needed to besiege the garrison... In other words, the number of undead invading the inner city is likely to be around 30,000!
Major Kirk felt a black screen before his eyes.
"——We can't delay any longer! We must advance to Central Avenue as soon as possible!" Major Kirk bit his tongue hard and forced himself to calm down. "The widest street in the central city is Central Avenue. The place where the Red Flame Snake Corps is besieged is also likely to be Central Avenue. We must reunite with the Red Flame Snake Corps as soon as possible, break through the siege , and rescue the Earl!"
The heavy infantry phalanx moved forward little by little, and suddenly accelerated its advance.
The speed at which the sword and shield soldiers and spearmen in the front row consumed their physical strength increased sharply, and the third-test players who were besieging the "elite monsters" in the north were also rushed to the ground and cursed.
The garrison wanted to join up with friendly forces and use the coordination of infantry and cavalry to establish an advantage; players might not have expected that the commander of the "elite monsters" actually knew how to deduce and consider tactics, but they certainly would not let this group of "elite monsters" get their wish.
The heavy infantry phalanx pushed them back more than 200 meters. The players in the third test who were repeatedly running around noticed something was wrong and started yelling, "Fuck these monsters, they want to go to the central avenue?!"
"Don't retreat, don't retreat! Everyone, hold on at 12 o'clock! We can't let the monsters go there!"
"Hurry up and get some people from the 12 o'clock direction! If these monsters go to , we won't get anything!"
The players fighting on both sides were startled and rushed frantically towards the direction of the monster group...
Putting aside the issue of tactics, the players are absolutely clear-headed about whether their own interests will be harmed - if this group of fully-armored elite monsters that they have worked so hard to stop for half a day rush into the central avenue, the super group over there will not be able to accept them in time, so no one would be polite to them!
At this time, among the more than 10,000 third-test players, someone finally figured out a way to solve the problem after being stabbed and hacked to death several times. He shouted: "If you can't get in on the ground, charge from the sky!"
After hearing these words, the newbies in the third test, who had no way to deal with these thorny mobile turtles, excitedly started to perform various tricks...
Major Kirk was arranging for the rotation of the first row of sword and shield soldiers in the army formation, but he suddenly found a lot of skeletons falling from the sky...
Major Kirk: “?!”
After getting used to this "possessed" operation, the third-test players learned to use the lightness of their own "bodies" to climb walls and run across rooftops as if they were walking on flat ground, just like the first- and second-test players. From time to time, you can see the third-test players jumping up and down on the rooftops of buildings from Innadelle City Hall to the Market Square on the south section of St. Joseph Street.
South Street in the central city of Dutata is a street where middle-class families live. On both sides of the road are terraced single-family apartment buildings and small villas. There are street lamps on the roadside and ornamental trees on the sidewalks. It is not too difficult for players to climb up the street lamps, trees, or the awnings of single-family apartment buildings, and then jump to the center of the road and jump into the heavy infantry formation.
This kind of airborne tactic, which is no different from suicide, would never be used by any conventional army in their right mind.
But for players, there is really no difference between dying once and dying ten times - during battlefield activities, there is not even any death penalty, just hang up and return to the resurrection point and then run the corpse!
The players who evaded the hard-to-break-through sword and shield soldiers and the forest of spears sweeping across a line, broke through from the air and landed inside the enemy's position, the joy they felt was indescribable...
“Oh hahahaha! Die for me—fuck!”
Many players were stabbed into white light by the spears held up by the infantry when they were halfway through the airdrop.
A small number of unlucky players climbed too high and fell too hard, and were resurrected when they landed.
But most of the players still landed smoothly in the army formation.
Because the streets were not that spacious and they had to guard against the attacks of the undead, the space inside the army formation was relatively small, and the two-meter-long spears could not be swung freely...
After struggling for more than half an hour, the player finally managed to touch the monster. The excitement was indescribable.
Those who are a little more rational and consider the overall situation will immediately use their skills to secure a place to stay for their friends who will land later.
Those who are not so rational, or a little selfish, will immediately hold on to the soldiers' equipment and refuse to let go. Even if they are killed by soldiers who have drawn their swords, they will still take one or two pieces of equipment back to the resurrection point...
The light cavalry and heavy cavalry who protect the heavy infantry phalanx are the main targets of the latter type of players.
Commander Kirk, who was well-equipped and particularly dazzling in the eyes of the players, was especially taken care of. I don't know how many players dropped in specifically for his location...
Kirk, who was riding on a lizard horse and protected by four personal soldiers, was hit by several undead in the blink of an eye.
Because the number of undead that chose to "land" on him was too large and too dense, the soldiers around Major Kirk were not spared, and two of them were knocked off their horses on the spot...
Kirk relied on his instinct to lie down on the horse's back and hold the horse's neck tightly with both hands to avoid being knocked off the horse by the undead that kept hitting him, but he was also dizzy and seeing stars.
The weight of the undead is indeed very light, with the skeleton plus equipment weighing only about 50 to 60 kilograms, barely half the weight of an adult male, but the impact force of their continuous impact can be deadly.
The garrison commander was attacked by a human bomb. The nearby players could not wait to reach out their eager bone claws and grab the Major Kirk, who was shining with good equipment...
“——How can this be possible!!”
Major Kirk roared in anger and drew his command knife to fight back.
Some undead were chopped into white light by him, but there were more undead who held him tightly...
"Ahhhh——!!" Major Kirk's roar quickly turned into a scream.
The major's four personal soldiers came up to rescue him desperately, but the problem was... they were also the players' main targets. Countless dirty bone claws had climbed onto these personal soldiers who were also well-equipped, making it difficult for them to move.
A personal soldier who was knocked off his horse and had several undead ghosts hanging on his body stood up bravely and fought bravely with the undead ghosts on his body while trying to get closer to his chief officer.
Just as he was about to draw the sword from his waist, the loyal soldier made a horrified discovery...his sword was gone at some point.
The soldier lowered his head and looked at the sword on his waist in astonishment, and was horrified to find that... the undead who was holding his waist from the side and back was unbuckled on his belt.
The player who did such a lewd act on the battlefield certainly didn't intend to have a sword fight with the NPC. His purpose was actually very simple: "Damn, the waist bag used by the NPC is better than the player's! This waist bag is meant for me, it belongs to me!"
One is a leather waist bag worn by a major officer's personal guard, and the other is a mass-produced denim bag made by sewing machines in a prison factory on Earth. Of course, there is no comparison...
The guard was so angry that he shook his butt hard, trying to shake off the undead hanging on his waist, but before he could achieve his goal, he found that the bone claws on both sides of his breastplate were unfastening the buckle on his breastplate...
"Are you here to fight or to rob?!" The guards were shocked and angry, and they cursed loudly.
