As the army marched, gusts of mountain wind continuously blew towards them from the northeast. The distant horizon had beco blurred. As the army advanced, the land gradually turned dark; the undead corruption spread across the earth, and the woods, affected by vampire corruption, had all withered. They looked like dying elders, completely curled together.
The mountain wind carried the scent of dead bones and the distinct dampness of graves, while the upper waters of the Grismore river rushed rapidly, washing over the riverbanks.
The Undead Army was nearing.
"Prepare for battle! Soldiers of the Count, you understand your duties. You know what you should do. You enjoy the Count’s salary, live in fine houses, receive many tax exemptions within the domain, and are respected by everyone in the Count’s Domain. You know why this is!" The Holy Grail Knight and Lord Laine’s Standard Bearer, Armand, held Laine’s military flag and shouted loudly at the peasant soldiers, "Now is the ti to repay the Count with your performances, for glory! For Laine! For the gods you each believe in! For your hos!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! For our hos!" The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly.
Raymon swept his gaze across the army formation.
For honor, almost all the knights led by Lord Laine and Duke Francois gathered on the left wing. They were dressed splendidly, their formation neat. The cavalry lances stood tall like a forest, supporting the backbone of this army. Each group of Ranger Knights had a Kingdom Knight leading them, and each group of Kingdom Knights had a Holy Grail Knight at the forefront of the line!
The Holy Grail, family crests, and glorious battle flags describing various great deeds floated in the drizzle—so magnificent, so solemn, such military splendor, fit for the most powerful knights of the Old World!
The front of the Central Army was composed of large numbers of Infantry Corps, Long Halberdiers, Long Spear Soldiers, Sword and Shield Soldiers, Imperial Free People’s Legion ford into one phalanx after another. They received ample support from archers, crossbown, and Dwarf Musketeers. Behind them, a squad of Rangers from Wood Elves and Thunderbolt Gunners and Artillery from Dwarves stood with proud posture at the back of the line.
Those mysterious folks wearing green hoods all day long, their bows have a range of up to 300 ters!
On the right wing, King Belgar Iron Hamr of the Angland Clan swore that he and his army would fight for honor, never taking a step back.
From Count Laine, the female courtier, Female Elder Jialan Veronica Bernadotte and her Light Magic Riding provided ample assurance and confidence to the army. Raymon swallowed nervously, realizing that his hands gripping the long halberd were trembling.
Damn, not now, Raymon! Rember who gave you everything; your mother and your brother are waiting for you to return!
The young peasant tightened his grip on the long halberd, focusing his gaze into the distance.
The undead appeared, as usual. The massive, tireless undead zombies appeared first. These zombie legions sward the hills and fields; their formations were utterly chaotic. These mindless creatures’ only ans of victory is relying on sheer numbers.
They can’t break through our army formation, Raymon instinctively glanced at his companions.
The solid army formation was neatly arranged, ranks distinct, and the dense Long Halberd Array and Long Spear Array glistened in the morning light. Soldiers covered each other, protecting their brethren. The morning moisture filled their lungs; they were both slightly nervous and sowhat restrained as they tightened their grip on their weapons, with soldiers continuously shouting loudly to inspire morale.
The footsteps of the undead drew nearer; the colossal noise, the stench of rotting corpses, and the zombies’ mindless muttering made Raymon’s mind a whirl. He kept reassuring himself not to worry about these zombies; they wouldn’t pose a threat. In his previous battles, he alone could easily handle five or six zombies.
"Hold steady! Soldiers, don’t waste your ammunition and arrows on those zombies!" Kingdom Knight Hex’s voice traversed among the crowd. This knight was usually tasked with training and had high esteem within the Infantry Corps, especially after being appointed by Duke Francois and Duke Fulcard. He gained the authority to command all infantry: "Do not shoot! Do not fire upon the Zombie Swarm!"
The soldiers nodded in compliance. Under their control, the Zombie Swarm, untouched by artillery and ranged weapon attacks, approached the army formation.
In response to them was the dense gun formation. The infantry shouted as the tips of their long spears pierced into the zombies’ bodies. Long halberds swung, and the fragile, unarmored zombies were imdiately shredded by sharp weapons, slipping down like ragged cloth.
"Kill!" Raymon stood his ground, his long halberd thrust forward with force, piercing a zombie’s head through. The muscles in his arms stretched or tightened with his movents.
Just cutting at, just cutting at.
Raymon tried not to bear the heavy sense of guilt, quietly reciting the holy na of the God of Justice: "I can do it."
The tide of zombies, as the Master Knights said, looked terrifying but was ultimately just a bunch of trash. The Peasant Infantry Corp quickly discovered after a brief engagent that they could easily handle these Zombie Swarms. The zombies moved slowly and had very poor combat skills.
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