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Chapter 21 I laugh at the living corpse and the brainless sect Shaomou

Gathered under Griffith's flag were 216 spearmen and 144 archers, including archers and slingers. The spearmen were divided into 12 squads, each with 18 men. The archers were divided into 6 squads, each with 18 men.

There are 24 people in this team. All of them are militiamen who volunteer to participate in the battle. When they heard that the Lord Knight was going to attack the nearby monster lair to protect everyone, groups of militiamen and citizens swarmed over and asked Griffith to take them to fight.

Considering that he had no adjutants and staff around him and could not command more people, Griffith took only these people, but asked the town to provide him with many carriages and wood.

In addition, everyone also found two crossbows left here by the city defense army from the warehouse. After checking, they found that they were still usable.

The treasurer and town mayors compiled the material information very quickly. Sheriff Herod will lead people to collect and transport them back to the five main camps with the cooperation of the Chamber of Commerce. They are still mobilizing more

Citizens, arm them with all kinds of weapons.

Many militiamen and citizens used all the materials they could find to select the strongest buildings in the area for reinforcement, then built shooting ports on the roofs, stocked up on kerosene, crossbows, and arrows. Once a large group of living corpses appeared,

Nearby, militiamen launched an attack from the arrow tower.

 Once Griffith leaves, they will have to hold the position on their own.

The militiamen who gathered around Griffith drove horse-drawn four-wheeled wagons, loaded with planks, logs and empty bags, as well as a lot of food, kerosene and bows and arrows, and gathered in the square in the center of the town.

Prepare to drive south.

  Lansada and the newly formed military committee, thousands of citizens came to see them off.

Griffith held the reins in his hand, sat high on the horse, and told them: "After I leave, the isolation area must be strictly divided. The refugees must be separated in units of a hundred people, and militiamen must be patrolling at all times. Do you remember?"

"

 “I remember, please rest assured, Lord Knight.” Everyone replied loudly.

Griffith continued: "The arrow tower must be built immediately to protect the archer's arrows and use rocket attacks. Some emergency warriors must also be placed on the arrow tower, armed with short guns and axes, to cover the archer at any time."

 “Understood, Lord Knight!”

Griffith was very worried, and he gave four or five instructions in succession. Everyone responded to him with louder and warmer cheers.

“I don’t know if this group of people listened.” Griffith turned around helplessly and said to Amber beside him.

The blonde girl smiled and raised her right hand towards the crowd: "Did you hear Griffith's order?"

 “I heard it!” The square roared with cheers.

Amber then asked loudly: "Can you hold your position and protect your family and home?!"

 “Yes!” The voice became louder and louder.

"In front of the monster, I want you to fight to the bitter end without hesitation of your life!" Amber's cry was accompanied by bursts of thunder and bright lightning.

 “Fight to the end!” Everyone raised their weapons, or waved their hats and arms, and shouted wildly.

“Look,” the trainee investigator winked at Griffith, “it’s not like everyone will be finished if they leave you.”

 …

 Griffith left the town with his 360 militiamen and a large group of carriages, heading south.

Most of his men had no armor, and their main weapons were spears, wooden shields, crossbows, and even slings. Although everyone was very active in mobilizing for the battle just now, not long after leaving the safe town stronghold, the morale of the team dropped.

Starting to weaken.

The gloomy wind mixed with the strange smell brought an ominous premonition. Even the dullest people began to realize that something serious was going on when they entered the wilderness to the south and saw the black clouds covering the sky and the spreading black mud.

good.

 The power of the cultists was beyond their imagination, and even the sky and the earth changed color.

 “Bah!”

Black mud makes a strange sound underfoot. This strange substance is like a mixture of humus and pus, with a shallow layer of liquid on the surface.

Although people and horses will not sink when they walk on it, they feel indescribable stagnation and uneasiness, and even a weird feeling, as if there is a dark abyss hidden under the black mud.

If you look down from the sky, Griffith and his army seem to be walking on a black ocean. Under the black mud that looks like water, there are indescribable blurry shadows that are squirming and swelling, as if a terrifying giant beast is inhabiting it.

Underground, we peer into the world of the living.

 Griffith also noticed something strange about the black mud. He carefully looked at the area in front of him.

He needs to launch a probing attack on the cemetery and cultist lair to the south to find out the size and composition of the enemy and see what they are doing. The Deathrattle Cult may gather corpses in the cemetery to form an army, or plan something more shocking

It will be extremely dangerous if Griffith hides behind the defense line without knowing anything about the conspiracy and curse.

 After all, no one knows whether there will be another infection in Hepu Town, and then there will be another infected person like Elodie. If you are not aware of it until such a terrifying existence rides on your face, then everything will be over.

 Reconnaissance, non-stop reconnaissance, and doing everything possible to grasp the situation on the battlefield are prerequisites for victory.

The cemetery to the south has become a lair for cultists. Weird green light and black mud are spreading to the outside, but hordes of monsters have not yet appeared to pounce on the town.

The enemy is deploying, but the troops have not yet assembled. If possible, Griffith can lead his troops to seize nearby terrain to seize the initiative. This may be a good time to disrupt the cultists' deployment.

Unfortunately, the troops around him were even worse than when he fought in Verona. The troops who followed him that time were at least some city defense troops with some training, and those who assisted in commanding the troops were capable trainee knights like Lassalle and Milhaud.

Although the troops this time had some practice in assassination and archery, they were completely disorganized compared to the city defense army.

 The militiamen drove carriages, carrying spears and bows and arrows, dragging crossbows, and walked slowly on the black mud.

When their blood cools down and they are attacked by terrifying monsters a few times, these armed civilians will definitely disperse in droves.

 After walking for a while, even Amber noticed the instability of the team and reminded Griffith in a low voice.

"Well, I understand," Griffith observed the battlefield with a serious look, raised his hand and said, "Speed ​​up and occupy the open space by the river!"

 Everyone looked in the direction of his finger. There was a raised flat land near the river near the cemetery, and there were some ruins on it. It looked like the foundation of an abandoned house.

The Xiacheng District Cemetery is built on a flat open space, less than 200 meters away from the open space by the river. The area has been covered with black mud, and the originally white tombstones have been corroded to look menacing and menacing.

"Quick! Speed ​​up!" Griffith shouted again, "occupy the open space at full speed!"

The militiamen blindly followed Griffith towards the ruins and open spaces by the river.

“Take off the wagons and join us on the outside,” Griffith shouted, “take off the logs and formwork from the wagons and put them up outside the wagons as fences.

“Dig soil inside the wooden fence, put it into bags, and fill in the gaps on the inside. Yes, don’t dig outside.”

Hundreds of militiamen immediately took action. They connected the carriages into an irregular rectangle and used wood to erect fences and wooden walls on the outside.

The surrounding environment is eerily quiet. The corroded stone monuments and dry old trees are like a dark-style painting, and there are faint shaking shadows in the shadows that cannot be seen clearly.

Everyone is working nervously, raising their heads uneasily every once in a while, looking into the dark and strange distance. Only intense work can distract them from their fear and uneasiness.

Griffith looked around, his serious expression gradually loosening.

 “Hahaha, hahahahaha!” He suddenly laughed wildly.

This laughter made the militiamen raise their heads in surprise.

“What are you laughing at?” Amber asked in a low voice, “I sensed the aura of the enemy, there were many of them, they were lurking under the black mud waiting for us.”

"I laugh at the lack of strategy of the Living Corpse Brainless Order, hahahaha!" Griffith raised his riding crop and pointed towards the cemetery, "If they send an army to stop them halfway, it will be really hard for me to handle!"

Amber looked at him, then at the unsettling black mud and cemetery, and ignored him.

"Everyone, work harder to repair the car array," Griffith didn't care at all that the girl didn't praise him. He said with a smile, "Wait until the enemy appears. If they want to ambush, then just keep lying down."

Bar."

As soon as he finished speaking, huge groups of muddy bubbles appeared under the black mud and collapsed like a whirlpool. Then, a hand with only bones left suddenly stretched out of the ground.

 Then two, three...

Hundreds of skeletal arms grew out like tender seedlings in a flower field, waving wildly, trying to grab every living creature and drag them into the endless darkness.

 Then, these arms support the ground, supporting their bodies as they climb out of the ground.

Skeletons, walking corpses, and hundreds of monsters crawled out from under the black mud. A little bit of broken cloth hung on their bodies, and their only skeletons stepped on the black mud, waving their ferocious arms and claws.

This shocking and crazy scene made the militiamen's hair stand on end. Some people were mentally traumatized, their heads were in severe pain, and they were so sick that they retched.

 “Living corpse!”

The militiamen who suddenly encountered the enemy immediately fell into chaos and began to shout in panic. Some people even ran around, trying to find a safe position behind others.

Twisted and broken shadows gathered in the distance, preparing to rush towards the militiamen. Among them, three special figures appeared.

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 A skinless ghoul who is as strong as a cheetah, with an exposed brain and sharp claws flashing green.

 Swollen and huge, the Stitch Monster is shaking like a mountain of flesh with tons of rotten flesh rolling in from it.

  A cult monk wearing a black burqa, his whole body wrapped in the breath of death and stench.

They are completely different from the crazy skeletons and the army of the dead. They are bigger in size and more terrifying in their aura. Just by standing there, the undead creatures around them become even more crazy and agile.

 The commander of the Deathrattle Order appears.

When they saw the militiamen stopped in place, they gave up the ambush plan and directed three groups of living corpses to surge in. The ghouls and stitch monsters attacked from two directions. The monk even led a large group of skeletons to intercept the militiamen's retreat.

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 It won’t be long before the militiamen will be surrounded.

Amber immediately gathered momentum and prepared to fight. Many brave militiamen also took up arms, trembling uncontrollably while staring at the army of living corpses with wide eyes.

"Amber, you stay here and supervise everyone to build the car formation." Griffith patted the girl on the shoulder with his rifle and rode out of the car formation.

Under the attention of everyone, he raised his lance high and shouted in the open space 20 meters outside the position:

“Archers, get on guard, pikemen, continue your work!

“Fighters of Raven, stay where you are, I will kill the enemy’s general for you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, before the militiamen could even react to what was going on, Griffiths rushed towards the ghouls and a group of living corpses one by one.

The soft black mud could not stop the galloping horses. Griffiths mounted his horse and held a gun, and with the support of the ice shield, he rushed straight into the center of the living corpses.

The peculiar ghoul raised his hand and pointed, and the living corpses surrounding it swarmed up, surrounding the armored knight like ants wrapping a candy ball.

Intense attacks like summer showers fell on Griffith's shield and armor, but were unable to penetrate his defense. He held a gun in one hand and took the hammer from the saddle with the other hand, amidst the dense tide of corpses.

Crush the bodies of living corpses and skeletons.

The undead creatures that were originally going to attack the militiamen were attracted by the fierce fighting here. Most of them rushed to Griffith's side, surrounding him three layers inside and three outside, clawing and biting him like countless mice gnawing cheese.

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The ice shield suddenly exploded, and layers of monsters flew all over the ground. Griffith threw the hammer forward, smashed the head of a skeleton, and raised his lance to stab the ghoul head-on.

This ferocious monster swung its claws and let out a crazy roar. Before its weird claws could be swung down, the lance had accurately pierced its throat.

The ghoul fell silent in an instant. Griffith rode his horse to the vicinity, cut off its head with a sword, drew his lance and ran back to the car formation, stepping over the living corpses.

 “Plop!”

From the time of the attack to the return, the head of the ghoul leader was thrown on the ground in the inner circle of the car formation in less than a minute. The group of zombies lost their command, and a large group was knocked to the ground, slowly gathering in a mess.

stand up.

 “How?” Griffith asked loudly.

 “Roar!” The militiamen felt a little relieved and shouted together.

Griffith first pointed to the chaotic group of living corpses: "Two squadrons will come and shoot them with rockets. The others continue to build the camp. Fill the bags with soil to block the gaps and dig trenches outside!"

He then raised his gun and pointed at the suture monster, which was as big as a hill among the living corpses: "I'm here to take off its head for you gentlemen and ladies."

As soon as he finished speaking, he once again rode straight towards the enemy.

Seeing that the living corpse just now was knocked away by the ice shield, the Stitch Monster actually took the initiative to let the living corpses around him disperse, and roared alone to fight Griffith. It swayed its fat body and threw a sledgehammer from a distance.

Came over.

 “Bang!”

The sledgehammer hit the shield of the Mounted Eagle and bounced off. Griffith's hand had condensed into a sharp ice spear. The roaring phantom of the mountain monster appeared behind him, and the next blow would be fatal.

And the power of winning.

"Let you see the real projection!" Griffith roared angrily, and threw the ice gun in his hand at the speed of his horse. The ice spikes whipped up strong winds and made a loud noise that tore the air.

 The Stitch Monster's right shoulder exploded directly, and the shoulder was torn apart under this blow, and both arms flew out. It hurriedly raised the weapon in its left hand to resist.

Griffith relied on the speed of his horse to rush to his right side in the blink of an eye and stabbed his defenseless body with a bullet.

 “Bang!”

The militiamen who were far away in the car formation all heard the muffled thunderous explosion. The right side of the Stitch Monster's face was pierced by a gun. The corpse's stitched body could not block the puncture damage at all. The lance broke in its body and shot from the left.

It penetrates the chest under the ribs and comes out.

Griffith abandoned his lance, took the vanguard shield and jumped off his horse. He walked to the Stitch Monster that was kneeling on the ground in two steps and swept it across the back of its neck.

Rotten flesh and corpse fluids splashed everywhere, but this blow did not even cut off its neck. Living corpses from all directions rushed towards it one after another. Griffith smashed a bottle of slowing potion on the ground, then waved his sword with one hand and a shield with the other.

He chopped down six or seven living corpses in succession, and then cut off the head of the stitch monster with one sword.

As the sword was swung down, the living corpses fell into a sluggish state as if they had been knocked unconscious. Griffith took advantage of the situation and rushed out, got on his horse and rushed back to the car formation.

 “Bang!”

  Huge rotten heads were thrown at everyone's feet.

 “How?” Griffith shouted.

 “Long live!” the militiamen cheered, and everyone started working in a relaxed mood.

At this time, the third wave of living corpses, led by the cult monks, had just blocked the path of the militiamen. They were visibly stunned when they saw that the other two groups had lost their leaders and fell into chaos in the blink of an eye.

The monk hesitated for a moment, raised his hands, rushed forward with his skeleton and corpse, and let out a ferocious and hoarse howl.

This time, everyone was calm and even laughed contemptuously. Griffith took a new lance, jumped on his horse, and shouted: "I'm here to defeat the enemy for you!"

He blessed himself with an ice shield again, rode his horse to drive away the tide of corpses, stabbed the cultist monk to death, chopped off its head and brought it back.

“Are you still afraid?” Griffith asked the militiamen.

 “Don’t be afraid!” Everyone cheered together.

As a result, the morale of the army was stabilized and the position was stabilized.

Most of the living corpses that were besieged from three sides were still there, but some of them fell into chaos, and others started to attack the nearby vehicle formation out of instinct.

This no longer required Griffith to take action. He returned to the center of the position and found that the carriages had been connected together and a wooden fence had been erected outside. The pikemen were assassinating the unorganized living corpses behind the wooden fence.

Griffith sighed with satisfaction and turned to look at Amber.

“Hey, what should I say to you~” The trainee investigator shook her head slightly.

"Of course you are praising me," Griffith pointed to the fighting situation around him. "They are militiamen. It is wrong to expect them to charge into battle."

“However, we can still do things like blocking the entrances with barriers and blocking the roads with ballistae.

“The evil cult was arrogant and allowed me to come close to encircle and annihilate them, but instead they allowed me to take advantage of the location.”

Amber nodded approvingly: "That's true, but what should we do next? There will be more and more living corpses, and we won't be able to move here."

 Griffith patted the bed crossbow in the car array, looked at the large tomb more than 200 meters away and said:

 “Next,

“The artilleryman please speak!”


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