Chapter 398: Undead: The Strange Soldier from Heaven (VI)
During the peak online period, although not all players were online, and not all players were interested in participating in large-scale activities, the number of those who were willing to fight in the battlefield, play with friends and family, join in the fun, or get a salary, all added up to over 20,000.
What does 20,000 skeletons mean? It's a concept that seems endless at first glance...
When the last batch of undead passed by the stunned Krenniburg guerrillas, the vanguard had already arrived at the No. 4 mining area in the eastern part of the Disro Mountains, where the Kenyan garrison was located.
When the dense "click, click" sounds were heard, outside the Kenyan base, under the high walls, in the miners' camp that looked like a slum at first glance, countless slave laborers stood up and walked out of the huts, looking towards the mountains to the west.
"Again?"
"here we go again."
The skinny, ragged slaves were talking in low voices, either out of curiosity or with gloating.
"Get back! Get back! Who told you to come out?"
The ferocious supervisor rushed into the miners' camp wielding a whip and beating anyone he saw.
The slaves fearfully hid in the nearest sheds, and no one dared to stand in front of the supervisor.
Even if someone was angry, they only dared to hide in the shed and secretly glare out with hatred.
All the slave laborers were driven back into the sheds, and the sweaty supervisors did not dare to look back, hiding in the narrow corridors deep in the miners' camp.
Dense swarms of undead appeared in front of the miners' camp. The supervisors hid deeper and dared not show their heads at all.
Fortunately, the undead that came this time were not interested in the dilapidated miners’ camp just like yesterday. They went straight around it and rushed towards the high wall of Kenya’s base with strange noises.
The supervisor who was hiding deep in the miners' camp cautiously emerged and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw flames coming out of Kenya's high walls in the distance and shells exploding in the pile of undead. The two sides officially exchanged fire.
At least this chaos won't affect them.
The supervisors had just put their minds at ease when they discovered something was wrong.
"Hey, am I seeing things or what? Why are there so many more undead coming today than yesterday?" A supervisor found that the open space in front of the base was already filled with undead, and there were still an endless stream of undead pouring in from behind. He suddenly felt his heart trembling.
"It seems like... there are really a lot more!" said another supervisor with a pale face.
The supervisors hiding deep in the slave labor camp with poor vision could discover the problem. The soldiers on the high walls of the Kenyan garrison naturally noticed that there were too many undead coming this time.
"Damn it! Why are there still so many?! Fire, fire quickly!"
Because the undead came too quickly and the troops deployed outside had no early warning, when the first batch of undead rushed to the garrison, the officers who stayed behind had only time to order people to close the gate in a hurry. They were unable to allow the two infantry teams that had just assembled outside the garrison and were about to be sent into the mine to carry out a mission to retreat back inside the gate.
The roaring undead saw the two infantry teams stationed in front of the gate, and rushed forward desperately like a wolf that had been hungry for ten days and found a fat sheep.
What's worse is that the purpose of the garrison here is to guard the slave laborers. Unlike the garrison in the Kingdom of Hayak, which is tasked with driving out and intimidating the local resistance guerrillas, the garrison has a large number of troops but relatively insufficient firepower. The two alchemical cannons mounted on the high walls on both sides of the main gate have a very limited deterrent effect on this group of fearless undead!
In a blink of an eye, the two infantry teams that were preparing to enter the mine to carry out their mission were surrounded by the undead. Captain Ryan, the officer who stayed on the scene to command, was so anxious that his forehead was about to smoke.
Unfortunately, it was useless to be anxious. There were enough undeads in large numbers and they really had no room to dodge. They ignored the artillery bombardment and rushed to the wall of the garrison in a blink of an eye, resisting the artillery fire and began to climb the wall with their claws...
Kroniborg, which has been colonized for nearly two hundred years and whose exiled royal family has been extinct, has not been able to organize a large-scale resistance for many years. The resistance army of that time has long since disintegrated, leaving only scattered small guerrilla groups lingering on.
Without rabbits, there is no need to feed the hounds well... I don't know how many years ago the defensive wall of this station was last repaired.
The wall full of potholes is like a ready-made rock climbing aid for the undead who can use parkour to travel.
Captain Ryan, who had experienced the undead plague before, and the garrison soldiers on the city wall watched in despair as the scene of yesterday was repeated - the bombardment was still going on, the melee was still going on under the city gate, and the undead had already climbed onto the top of the wall.
"Where on earth is the defense that the major arranged?!"
The grief-stricken Captain Ryan drew his sword and, together with the remaining soldiers, chopped several undead that climbed up the wall into white light.
This kind of weak resistance was meaningless to the nearly 10,000 undead that had already arrived at the city wall. Captain Ryan, who was fighting hard, was soon attacked by the undead's concentrated firepower just like yesterday. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen skeletons were hanging on his body...
No matter how light the undead are, three of them together can still be as heavy as an adult male. Being pounced on by a dozen undead is almost the same as being rushed by four or five strong men.
And these undead did not just rely on their own weight. Their flexible arms were skilled at grabbing joints (they had learned from tying people up), and their nimble bone claws were adept at grabbing nylon ties and putting them around people's hands and feet. Captain Ryan tried to swing his sword to counterattack but before he was halfway through, the sword in his hand disappeared, and he could not even stand firmly. He was pressed to the ground in frustration.
Next, it is the familiar disarmament phase...
The players have already practiced the operation of grabbing equipment before the BOSS is defeated with Hal and others in the Novice Village. The Cult of the Fiery Sun, the city defense forces of the Bartles family, the border troops of the Principality of Lionel and the Adler garrison have also helped the players to become familiar with the process.
Now when it is used on Kenyan officers and soldiers, it is as silent as the wind passing by and without leaving a trace, and it can quietly remove the equipment from a living person.
In a blink of an eye, Captain Ryan was stripped to his underwear and felt so ashamed and angry that he shut himself off on the spot.
As soon as Bulka Men and Jasmine's team followed the Undead army to the Kenyan garrison in the No. 4 mining area, they were shocked to see... that the place had been captured by the Undead.
The heavy gate of the No. 4 mining area station, which had caused countless failures to the guerrillas who tried to rescue their compatriots, was still closed. The two fully armed infantry teams blocked in front of the gate were pinned down one by one by the undead and disarmed on the spot. It seemed to announce that the Kenyan Horseshoe, which was famous throughout the continent, was about to lose... no, it had lost its absolute dignity that was sacred and inviolable.
The solid outer wall, which was more than four meters and nearly five meters high, became an entertainment venue for the undead to play climbing games, and was climbed over by countless undead with ease.
The two alchemical cannons that intimidated the area still stood on the high outer walls, but the soldiers who operated them were nowhere to be found. Only countless undead passed by these two unique weapons of war of the Kenyan Empire without even looking away.
One-eyed Jasmine raised her head blankly, looking at the group of undead who climbed over the high wall and jumped into the base like ants, and she was unable to recover for a long time.
Burka had seen a similar scene a day ago and was much more receptive than Jasmine's team. He looked back at the slave labor camp, which was completely silent with only a few people peeking out from the sheds, and reminded them, "It's our turn, Jasmine."
One-Eyed Jasmine finally came to her senses and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes... Well, what should we do now?"
Burka: “…”
Well, yesterday when he saw the undead charging into the Kenyan base in a wave and tormenting the Kenyan troops to death, his reaction was not much better than Jasmine's... At that time, there were not so many undead, and the Kenyan troops did not allocate troops to defend further east.
At Burka Men's reminder, Jasmine's team sent most of their men into the slave labor camp, found the overseers hiding in the cracks of the sheds and dared not show their heads, and killed them all - the undead had no interest in the slave labor camp, and killing the overseers would not be considered interfering with the actions of the undead army.
The overseers of the slave labor camp were all Kenyan civilians who had migrated to Middle-earth from the Kenyan Empire. They were fine at whipping the slaves, but they had no power to resist the Krenniburg guerrillas who had rich combat experience.
After the overseer was killed, some people from the slave labor camp came out of the sheds and connected with the guerrillas.
All the members of Jasmine's team were slave laborers who had successfully escaped. They maintained intermittent contact with the slave laborers under control. After the two sides got in touch, the people in the slave labor camp quickly summoned a group of young and middle-aged people who were still able to move to accompany Jasmine's team.
The purpose of the guerrillas is to rescue people, and after rescuing them, they need food to settle them. The undead are only interested in equipment, weapons, and floating property that is easy to cash in. The food and property that the undead don't want can be happily accepted by the guerrillas.
On the other side, Bulka Men and One-Eyed Jasmine, along with a few elite soldiers, mixed in with the undead, climbed over the wall into the base, and opened the unguarded gate from the inside.
The players who had already started to loot... er, to seize the spoils saw the yellow-named NPC who followed them open the door, and said in surprise: "Hey, this NPC is not just here to watch the fun, but will also help open the door?"
"It's a pity that I don't have reputation. If I had a green name, there would definitely be tasks after some interaction." Miaobishenghua, who always preferred to do tasks, said regretfully .
"It's okay. If you randomly go to this battlefield map two more times, maybe your reputation will be unlocked." Qin Guan said.
The player who had attacked this station was still among them. This player knew how to remember the map route and was paying attention to the enemy's firepower points. He was obviously a thoughtful person. He took the initiative to say, "Brothers, something seems to be wrong. When we came to this map this morning, there were many more monsters than now."
"Hmm?" Miaobishenghua, Enbuteng and Mingfengchunpu, the three military strategist-type players, all looked over.
"Fewer monsters spawned? A bug?!" Qin Guan gasped.
A player who has played this map said: "I don't know if it's a bug, but when I randomly got to this map this morning, the number of NPCs here was about the same as ours, not much less, otherwise it wouldn't be so difficult to fight. We were wiped out several times."
