Chapter 394: Undead: Strange Soldiers from Heaven (Part 2)
Two days ago, the Hayak rebel guerrillas operating in the area discovered a large group of undead besieging a nearby Kenyan camp.
This situation shocked the guerrillas who were stalking the Kenya camp so much that they lay on the top of the hill and stared blankly for a long time before they confirmed that their eyes were not mistaken and they were not hallucinating - those who were rushing forward one after another, fearlessly braving the fire of mechanical creations to attack the Kenya camp were truly the undead!
When Captain Scarface received the news and hurried over from the underground supply station to check the situation, the undead had already evacuated.
The team members who witnessed the undead attacking the Kenyan camp claimed that those undead rushed out from the Mill Village, where all the surviving villagers had been evacuated more than 20 years ago. Scarface led his men to the Mill Village again and indeed found traces of a large army passing by - the wild grass growing near the village entrance had been trampled into the outline of a path.
At that time, Scarface checked the cemetery in Mill Village and saw no signs that the bodies of the deceased had been disturbed.
Over the next two days, the gaming team reduced their range of activities and kept hovering near the Mill Village. Their hard work paid off, and as expected, they ran into the group of undead that came and went without a trace.
However, this still did not solve people's confusion... The Mill Village was so small, and the nearest town was occupied by the Kenyan Empire. Where on earth were the people who summoned the undead hiding? !
Their eyes had never left the Mill Village during the past two days. If anyone had entered or left this area, they would never have ignored it.
The entire Mill Village was searched again, but nothing was found except the roofs that were trampled down by the undead and the collapsed earth walls - no water, no food, no excrement, and no trace of any living human activity.
"If someone in the palace hired a group of high-level black magicians to summon the undead to help us fight, there would be no need for those black magicians to hide, right?" Big Mike asked puzzled.
"Impossible." The scarred captain denied subconsciously, "We saw with our own eyes at least four to five thousand undead. How many high-level black magicians are needed to summon so many undead? The palace doesn't have that much money."
The others fell silent.
More than half of the prime land of the Hayak Kingdom fell into the hands of Kenyans, and nearly 30% of the adult population was confined to work in Kenyan farms and factories. In addition, due to years of war and chaos, civilians could not concentrate on farming and grazing, and the economy was extremely difficult.
The rich had already fled to southern Middle-earth or even safer countries farther away. Even if the royal family wanted to force the nobles to pay to support the front line, it had no goal.
"Since these undead have come for the second time, they may come for the third time. Let's send the news to the headquarters first and see what the general says." The scar-faced captain said with mixed feelings.
The Kenyan Empire was too powerful. The rebels fought desperately but could only slow down the speed of the empire's invasion. They were no match for the Kenyan army.
If it weren't for the irreconcilable conflict between the new bourgeoisie and the old aristocracy within the Kenyan Empire, and the fact that the fallen Middle-earth countries had continued to fight for many years, forcing the Kenyans to station troops in various occupied areas, the Hayak Kingdom would not have been able to hold out for so long and would have been destroyed long ago.
But this is not a long-term solution, and even Scarface, the small resistance guerrilla leader, knows it well.
If the internal strife among the nobles in the Kenyan Empire is resolved, and the rebellion in the controlled areas is suppressed forcefully and the army marches southward, not to mention the precarious Hayak Kingdom, none of the temporarily peaceful countries in the south will be able to escape and will all be destroyed by the artillery fire of the Kenyan Empire.
In this situation, if someone could come along and interfere with the chaos in Middle-earth... no, even if they could just slightly contain the power of the Kenyan Empire, the Hayak people would welcome them with open arms.
I just don’t know where these undead souls come from - if the Western death pantheon reaches out to Middle-earth, that would definitely not be good news.
The scar-faced captain was leading his team members outside with a melancholy look on his face, when he suddenly saw a flash of white light in an abandoned house out of the corner of his eye.
“?!”
The scar-faced captain instinctively raised his hand to signal his team members to disperse, and pointed his weapons at the dilapidated house whose door frame had rotted away.
Inside the rotten door, a strange white light continued to shine from below, illuminating the shabby furnishings in the house.
Amidst the waves of white light, some undead spirits crawled out from the ground... no, it should be said that they crawled out from the cellar of this abandoned house.
"Hmm?" The player who came back looked up and saw several NPCs standing outside the teleportation point. He immediately used the identification spell skillfully.
"A strange Hayak...yellow name." After taking a look at the identification information and the ragged clothes of the NPCs, which were not worth looting...seized, the player instantly lost interest. He jumped out of the cellar, cursing at his teammates, "Are you stupid? I told you to move away and not draw fire, but you ran towards the main group. Now it's fun, at least half of the team has been killed by you."
The player who climbed out of the cellar right after him shouted, "Can you blame me for this? I was just looking for a nurse to save my life, brother, but who knew that the enemy artillery would aim at me!"
"What the hell, the monsters on the battlefield this time have guns and cannons, that little bit of healing is useless, haven't you seen war movies? Don't you know that if you get together in a group, you will die?"
"Damn it, don't block it, hurry up!" someone behind urged.
"Hey, there are NPCs here?"
"Why does the yellow-named NPC care about it? Let's go!"
The unlucky first batch of players who came back came out of the cellar where the teleportation point was located, clamoring, and ignored the "yellow-named NPC" who was standing outside the resurrection point as if facing a great enemy, and ran out of the abandoned village and ran towards the battlefield.
Scarface and the others watched in stupefaction as the undead marched away with an attitude that looked even more like locals than they did. Only when all the undead had run away did the sweat on their foreheads begin to drip down.
"These undead spirits don't seem to be hostile to us." The frightened captain with scarred face trembled and forced himself to speak to comfort the team members, "Everyone can relax a little... This, this house, does anyone remember whose house it belongs to?"
Most of the guerrillas were locals. After a few people looked at each other for a while, someone recalled who the abandoned house once belonged to: "If I remember correctly, it seemed to be Mrs. Maria's house."
Scarface thought hard and remembered Mrs. Maria who had passed away many years ago. His expression became even more confused... She was an old lady who could not read a single word and had raised sheep all her life. How could a ghost emerge from the cellar of her house?
After hesitating for a while, the guerrillas decided to enter the abandoned house and jump into the cellar where Mrs. Maria stored potatoes and grain .
Young Brook and his friends hid the teleportation array drawn on the monster skin half a meter underground, and took the trouble to compact the surface again; even if the cellar was blown up, the teleportation function could continue as long as the monster skin itself was not damaged.
Relying on the fact that the undead had shown no hostility towards them, the seven guerrillas plucked up the courage to grope around in the cellar, which was about half the size of a living room, extremely simple, and simply reinforced with wood and stones - but found nothing.
The members of the Hayak resistance guerrillas were full of questions when they saw a white light suddenly appear in the cellar. In the white light, several undead appeared ...
With a "swish", all the guerrillas jumped to the wall.
The player who appeared in the cellar this time was not the one who came back from the battlefield, but was teleported here just after logging on.
Seeing several NPCs standing next to the teleportation point, these players who had just come online also skillfully used the identification technique.
"Oh, there are yellow-named NPCs on the open battlefield map this time to help guard the teleportation point?" Yang Ying asked curiously.
Tang Jia had already walked over enthusiastically: "Hi, hello, do you need any help from your undead friends?"
The Hayak guerrillas standing in a row against the wall looked nervously at these undead spirits that appeared out of nowhere, and were completely unable to react to Tang Jia who was waving his arms and whose jaw was opening and closing with a clicking sound.
"We can't interact." Seeing that the NPCs didn't respond, Tang Jia fell back in frustration, "Forget it, let's go to the battlefield first."
"Of course we can't interact if our reputation isn't open yet. What are you thinking?" Her teammate Jialuo mocked her. "The battlefield map has been open for almost half an hour this time. Huahua and the others would have already accepted the mission if there was one. Are they still waiting for you?"
"Jia Luo, you feel uncomfortable if you don't argue with me twice a day, right?"
"Thank you very much."
"Damn it, I wasn't praising you!"
The girls bickered with each other and quickly left the cellar.
After they had all left, the guerrillas standing against the wall finally recovered and gasped for breath...
When an undead suddenly appears right in front of you in a dark cellar, even a warrior who has been tested on the battlefield for a long time would be frightened!
"They are indeed not hostile to us." The scarred captain wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "In any case, at least we can be sure that these undead are not enemies of us Hayaks. They are coming for the Kenyans!"
Since they are coming for the Kenyans, they are friendly forces.
Even if the origins of these undead souls are really from the Western death pantheon... as long as it can increase the possibility of saving his hometown, Captain Scarface will accept it!
With the idea of finding an opportunity to confirm the other party's origins, Captain Scarface led his team out of the Mill Village and headed towards the Kenyan camp.
The Kenyan Imperial Army Camp is stationed on a plain about fifteen kilometers away from the mill village. That plain was once the largest farm of this generation, but now it is used by Kenyans as a military camp, for growing pasture, and for grazing cattle and horses.
As the group rushed to the Kenya camp, undead spirits kept catching up with them from behind and then ran ahead of them like the wind.
When the two sides passed each other, these undead often looked at these "yellow-named" guerrillas with curiosity. A few of them even gestured to them, and then left in disappointment in the guerrillas' confused gazes.
After trotting forward for nearly an hour, Scarface and the others saw the chaotic scene of the Kenyan Empire military camp at the end of their sight...
The grass fields spread across the plains were riddled with pits and smoke from the bombardment.
On the plains, thousands of undead were scattered everywhere, besieging the Kenyan camp that the guerrillas hated so much.
From time to time, there were flashes of fire from mechanical cannons and alchemical energy cannons on the outer walls of the camp, and the sound of gunfire was intermittent, but it seemed to have little effect on the undead - those undead scattered everywhere were too chaotic and had no formation to speak of, making it difficult to cause concentrated damage.
Captain Scarface was even shocked to see that when a shell hit the ground, the undead running away from the landing point would lie down in unison; after the shell exploded, they would quickly get up and continue to jump around...
——After all, they are Chinese who grew up watching war movies and listening to stories about the strongest army on Earth. They suffered from Kenyan artillery attacks for two and a half days (Earth time) and died countless times. They had to learn how to survive on the battlefield.
There is no doubt that the mechanical cannon is lethal to players, and the only way to reduce the death rate is to evacuate the formation as much as possible.
Theoretically, the alchemical energy cannon should be more lethal than the mechanical creation cannon, but it is not that threatening - for players who only have a skeleton body and no internal organs, eyeballs or eardrums, the damage from sound waves, light pollution and energy shock is basically ineffective as long as they are not hit directly.
Guns do pose a considerable threat to players, but players are not without ways to deal with them - there are at most a thousand Kenyan soldiers in the camp, and no more than a hundred soldiers with guns on the outer walls; whichever outer wall these soldiers with guns appear on, it is guaranteed that no players will approach that outer wall.
As for the soldiers who come out of the camp to fight, they are the player’s main monster hunting targets... Lure the enemy deep into their territory, split and encircle them, and use various tactics one after another.
The guerrillas, who had seen big scenes before, were stunned.
"Captain, captain, look there!" Big Mike suddenly pointed in a direction and screamed.
Scarface Captain looked in the direction Mike pointed...and his eyes and chin almost fell to the ground.
At the rear of the undead army, there were a dozen Kenyans who had been stripped of their clothes and equipment, and had their hands and feet tied, and were thrown randomly on a patch of grass by the undead.
One of the captured Kenyans had his long black hair disheveled in a mess.
As the guerrillas stared in astonishment at the Kenyan prisoner who was obviously of a noble status, another undead carried a struggling new prisoner and retreated from the battlefield under the gunfire...
