Strictly speaking, the siege of the undead is basically not much different from the way of the orcs, and there is still nothing too new. The only difference, of course, is that the undead are more reckless than orcs. Of course, this is not because the living dead who pursue immortality are suddenly more courageous than the real men and pure men who even have muscles in their brains, but because the "lives" of living weapons such as skeleton soldiers and zombies are naturally less valuable than goblins and kobolds.

Of course, on the other hand, the eastern city wall, where the undead are mainly arranged, is relatively low in defense compared to the northern city wall that the Federation focuses on reinforcing against. At least the average height of this section of the wall is about 5 meters shorter than that of the north side, and several towers have not yet been completed, even the urn castle that protects the city gate is only half built, and the engineering guardrails that have not yet been dismantled can still be seen in many places.

Of course, the siege equipment of the undead is also very complete, at least much better than that of the orcs. A catapult that can throw fireballs and plague toxins, and an aerial assault weapon made of a dark skeleton. Of course, the most terrifying scene is when such a large number of skeleton soldiers rush under the city walls, and then turn into a terrifying staircase of bones under the collective spell of the necromancers. The undead army rushed up the stairs to the city walls, almost turning the defense of the city into a face-to-face field battle.

All of the above methods were finally dismantled by the fierce resistance of the defenders. Of course, it was not only the federal army that participated in the defense, but also a large number of adventurers and mercenaries, and the ordinary residents of the city who had already been blacked out were also thrown into the battle. "Even if we don't pay. When the time comes, these war dogs will definitely join the fight. As long as they don't want to really become rations and skeletons. Even if they want to save themselves, they will definitely send them directly to our command to serve their lives. Without spending a penny of military spending, tens of thousands of troops were added to the city's defense. This is the king of the long stream. "Bernard? The old general Oger's initial calculation was indeed correct, from this point of view, if he hadn't chosen such a promising career as a soldier, maybe he would have become a super wealthy businessman who could rival the rich country by now.

It was another day and night of scorching attack and defense, and although the undead had given the Federation defenders far more damage than the orcs, they still did not advance an inch. But even so, their offensive was still like a tide, as if they were really preparing to drown all the departed humans in the Black City.

The largest building in the city of Black Man, the former home of adventurers. The current garrison headquarters was converted into a front-line hospital to treat the wounded who were sent down from the city walls and there was still room for salvation. As for those who have no room for salvation...... Well, after all, this is a brutal battlefield, and at this moment, the soldiers can only choose a relatively "humane" way to end the suffering of their comrades. Then burn his corpse to the ground - there is no way, it is the simplest, but the most effective, way to prevent his dead comrades from turning their heads into zombies and skeletons.

The head of this front-line hospital. Is it a man named Flor? Brigadier General of Evans, with the three-star emblem conferred by the Magus of the Learned Alliance. Brigadier General Flor is about to enter the old age stage, and he will be about fifty-eight or nineteen years old this year. It's the same as 99 percent of federal officers. He was born into a wealthy merchant family, but not yet to the point of a gate valve. And. Although this gentleman has a three-star senior magician qualification, he is not good at fighting. On the contrary, he is very accomplished in the field of arcane medicine composed of metamorphosis and alchemy, and can be regarded as one of the most famous doctors in the Federation.

Of course, Brigadier General Flor was naturally the official head of the front-line hospital, but there was another old gentleman who had a few points of prestige in the hospital - the bishop of the Great Sanctuary in the diocese of Black Mancheng for less than a year, a half-elf old man named Hippofarati, who no longer knew how old he was. He is the patron saint of adventurers, the chief priest of Diana, the goddess of the moon and the hunt, and in addition to the two priests who are also believers in the god of the moon, there are five priests who worship the goddess of the earth, Mara, the goddess of life, Elune, and the goddess of wealth, Wokin, as well as their apprentices and attendants, a total of about thirty people.

These men are in charge of the only religious facility in Blackman. In the old days, adventurers would like to run here, be preached by the old bishop, and then fetch a few bottles of holy water that have been diluted by an unknown number of times, or take a few pieces of holy bread that are delivered for free, in fact, unleavened bread. Now, at the moment when the undead and orcs were surrounded by the combined forces, the old bishop had joined the medical team with all the personnel of the Templar, without them, it would have been impossible to save so many wounded with a few apprentices led by Brigadier General Flore.

"Bishop, fifty more wounded have been sent to the front." Brigadier General Flor likes to discuss things with the half-elf old bishop now. Not to mention the Templar's magic magic, which is more effective than arcane magic in healing wounds and driving away diseases, but the brigadier can feel that the old priest of the moon god is far above him by medical science alone.

Brigadier General Flor is a modest person, otherwise he would not have barely reached the status of a general when he was about to retire, and of course he would not be jealous of someone more capable than himself. In fact, in his opinion, during the time he worked with the old bishop Hippofarati, he felt that he had improved a lot in medicine, which is what the ancient elven proverb says: "In the life of a wise man, he must associate with people who are better than himself", right?

"Is it corpse poison again?" The old bishop only glanced at the sick and wounded, and he could see the clue from their dark faces: "It's still the same, the leaves of evening primrose and eucalyptus are boiled into potion and poured into it. Well, General, you can handle Cheng Dù's wounded in this way, right? ”

"Most of the wounded, my apprentices can handle it. The main thing is these ......" Brigadier General walked with the old bishop to the wounded in the last row. Not only were the faces of these young soldiers glowing with the blue-black color of being poisoned by corpses, but their entire bodies were bubbling with unsettling heat, and even the air around them seemed to be much more turbid.

"This. How does it feel? The old bishop was stunned: "This is not the means of the undead. Well, yes. Any kind of necromancy curse will not have such an effect. I think...... This is supposed to be the effect of demonic magic. ”

"Demonic magic?" General Flor couldn't help but be stunned, he did feel a little surprised in his heart, but more of a sense of joy at seeing the hunt. You know, he's been a military doctor all his life, he's dealt with necromancy, arcane magic, elven magic and shamanic magic, and of course, he's treated for knife wounds and natural ailments in general. But the only thing is that I have never encountered a wounded person who has been cursed by demonic magic.

"It is very difficult to dispel this kind of magic, it is necessary to use a high concentration of holy water, and it is also necessary to use a complex magic array to descend the magic array...... I need your help, General. The old bishop said.

"You're welcome, I'm supposed to do it......," the general said, thinking to himself that I was afraid that you would see me more at this time.

The half-elf bishop nodded, and he stretched out his two hands to release a magic spell, as if he was about to confirm the type of curse that the Shangyuan had received, but his face changed suddenly. Instantly lost all the color of blood: "Wait...... General, these wounded, when did you send them? ”

"About an hour, right?"

"Bad ......"

The old bishop's words had not yet been spoken, inside the skin of the wounded. Suddenly, a large stream of blinding red light appeared, and then there was a "boom", turning into a flash of light and a source of fiery destruction. The smell of sulfur, which was almost suffocating, bloomed in an instant. A bright light that can deprive ordinary people of their vision in an instant. In this way, the people and things around him were swept into a hot storm.

The undead attack continued, but not as fiercely as yesterday. For those who have completely beaten the orcs to the point of complete loss of temper. And for the Federation soldiers who had also eaten the undead in the previous day, the war didn't seem to be as terrible as they imagined. At least, these soldiers, who have just graduated from the rookie period, can already let their mentality completely relax, calmly accept the death of their comrades and the enemy's attack, and have also learned to calm themselves as much as possible in the interval between battles, so that their bodies and minds can be fully rested.

On the battlefield, it only takes one night for a recruit to become a veteran, provided you don't die, of course. The first battle of these rookie troops of the Federation was a relatively easy battle to defend the city, and for them, it was already a very good luck situation.

"This group of rookies really chose a very opportune time to step into the Shura field. If they were sailors on a warship, oh, and those forbidden army road specimens, they would face irreparable defeat as soon as they came up, and they might have nightmares for the rest of their lives. Tut-tut, what a pitiful! The veteran looked at the fast-growing recruits and made such a sour comment.

A large storehouse on the east side of the city wall is now the resting place of this group of "Federation veterans". Of course, the so-called "rest" is also relative to the companions who are fighting on the city walls. The real duty of these Federation soldiers now is to take care of the spare arrows, crossbows, stone bullets, alchemy bullets, and spare parts of various large defense weapons in the storehouse, etc., which is actually a very important job, but after all, it is a place far from danger. So a senior officer came up with a "genius" idea to have the Union troops stationed in the warehouse area in turns, in the form of flag regiments, so that it would be fair to everyone.

I don't know what the commander and deputy commander will think when they hear this "genius" idea. In short, the guards of the two flag regiments directly under the headquarters are now stationed in the warehouse, and these are elite veterans in most of the legions composed of rookies, so they began to rest for a long time and play soy sauce.

"Even so, you guys have to keep your spirits up, the supplies we take care of are very important to Black Man City! No one should be allowed to take advantage of it. In addition, we are the last general reserve of the legion, and we need to go into battle at any time, so prepare me psychologically! "Lieutenant Colonel Ma Xun, the chief guard of the headquarters, a very tough-looking man, but unfortunately a big man who has already lost his head in middle age, announced to his subordinates.

"If we need to go to war, the city will be undefended, right?" The soldiers under the command of the lieutenant colonel exchanged heads and ears in private.

"You guys, don't forget, you're upright Federation soldiers, not mercenary war dogs!"

"Head, don't be funny, we're not knights of Auckland and Virginia, in the Federation, only magicians can become high-class people, not warriors like us. In this way, what is the difference with the war wild dog? ”

"Bastard, bastard......"

Thus the conversation broke up unhappily, and in the days that followed, although the relationship between the commander and the soldier was not harmonious, they always performed the tedious but important task of guarding the storeroom, at least the ordnance stored here was not lost at all. So, in the interval between the attacks of the undead, the headquarters even sent commissioners to reward the three armies with ale and roasted mutton.

"Major General Bernard is very satisfied with your work! Therefore, in addition to escorting 10,000 wolf's tooth arrows to the Dongcheng Tower, he also told me to bring these wine and mutton to the soldiers. "The commissioner sent by the headquarters was a young captain-officer, and Lieutenant Colonel Masson felt that he should have seen him somewhere in the headquarters, but he could not remember. However, this person brought a token of the deputy commander and a seal and signature from himself, which should not be fake.

"The arrows will be loaded in no time." The lieutenant colonel hesitated and said, "As for the wine and meat...... Well, thank you for your kindness, but it's just that when we're working, it's not good to drink freely, right? ”

"It's okay, Your Excellency the General has already given instructions, you have worked the garrison, you can completely relax this afternoon." The captain officer shook his hand and smiled, he saw that the other party was still a little hesitant, and hurriedly said: "Of course, this is just a mention, not an order." Whether to drink or not, or lieutenant colonel, you and your subordinates decide. ”

The key words are you and "your subordinates", and if it's up to these people to make the decision, where is the possibility of not drinking? In fact, without waiting for Lieutenant Colonel Masson to make a decision, his men had already opened the casks of ale and made a sound almost like that of a bear child.

The lieutenant principal sighed, and the captain next to him also showed a helpless smile: "Look, this is the heart of the army." There is no way, the soldiers are tired and need to relax urgently. ”

"Compared to the soldiers on the city wall, they are already very happy."

"However, when it comes time to let them play, it means that they have entered the point of a decisive battle. At that time, as the general's guard, you would not have a chance to retreat. Maybe everyone knows this, so let's take advantage of this time to let loose the wreckage. ”

The lieutenant colonel showed a slightly moved expression, as if he didn't expect that such an ordinary-looking young captain could say such vicissitudes of life. At this time, the captain suddenly took out a bottle of crystal clear red wine from his pocket and smiled again.

"In any case, Lieutenant Colonel Masson, you should rest when it's time to rest. This is what Commander Halda specially ordered his subordinates to bring to you. ”

"Oh, Your Excellency, Commander?" Lieutenant Colonel Marson, who was born as a mercenary, is naturally close to the old deputy commander Bernard of the old fighting Han faction, and somewhat rejects Lieutenant General Halda, who is full of the habits of the noble son of Offa. He really didn't expect that this veteran playboy-like lieutenant general Halda would have such a human side.

“…… Thanks to the commander's love, I really dare not take it. Lieutenant Colonel Masson said in a slow tone, "So, Captain, would you like to have a drink with me?" ”

"Oh? Well, it seems that it will take some time to load 10,000 arrows...... The lower officials couldn't ask for it. (To be continued......)