A team of large carts came from the center of the town pulling loads of military supplies. There were large bundles of bows and arrows and kerosene on the shelves, and improvised shields made of wooden boards and iron sheets were piled on top of each other. Some carts also contained newly made shields.
bread and soup.
Midian Maier opened a bread tin and found that the freshly baked whole-wheat bread exuded an attractive aroma and even felt a little hot to the touch. There were large chunks of beef floating in the stew of carrots and potatoes. Dip some of it into the bread.
When you take a bite, you will squeeze out the fragrant soup.
Griffith asked everyone to take their own: "At the beginning, we all thought that the battle would last for a long time. Now it seems that the winner will be decided within a day or two. It is not that the cult group killed most of the citizens. Complete
A kind of sacrifice, we go straight to their nest and uproot them.
"So, the supplies are no longer so tight. I told Lansada and the military committee that the final battle is just around the corner. Let them work hard to raise supplies last night, which can basically meet today's needs."
Hundreds of militiamen were gathered and moved a large amount of weapons and supplies to the river bank. There were many rafts parked there, and supplies were being carefully carried on them.
Before anyone could ask any questions, Griffith explained, “These rafts were originally intended for evacuation.
"The Raven River leads directly to the sea. Usually, many people use boats and rafts to travel between the city and the port. Some residents found that they might have nowhere to escape, so they prepared some rafts. They could use these to escape to the sea as a last resort.
Waiting for rescue, after all, living corpses can't swim. It's very smart, I didn't even think of it.
"Of course, I seized these things when I found them. Hey, Lanzada, how are you preparing?"
The trainee monks who were busy by the river immediately ran over: "According to your instructions, we gathered most of the boats and rafts we could find. It is more than enough to transport 400 militiamen, and there is still a lot of load space for loading materials."
Griffith said: "The number of militiamen can be reduced as appropriate, and some pikemen can be reduced, but bows, arrows and kerosene must be brought as planned.
"After we set off, the military committee will make every effort to arrange the second round of transportation."
"Understood, Your Excellency Knight!" Lanzada immediately ran away to convey his opinions to the busy citizens beside the raft.
"What materials are you transporting?" Ophelia asked.
"You will see it soon," Griffith smiled as he unfolded the map. "When I was forming the vehicle formation, I was thinking about how to make my militia have both combat effectiveness and mobility. Now, I am ready.
Answer."
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From the map, the Raven River divides the city into two, flowing into the sea from east to west. After leaving the city and entering the countryside, the Raven River has some more tributaries.
Griffith led everyone, starting from the small port in the lower city, taking a large number of rafts and boats, heading towards the Raven Cemetery. They turned into a small river that was slightly northward, and at a relatively flat spot
We got off the boat on the river bank.
"Soldiers, unload the cargo!" Griffith ordered loudly, pointing to the north and said, "Here, we are less than three miles away from the large tomb in Raven Cemetery! Midea, let us practice it
The glorious tradition of the Bijland Army!"
Raven Cemetery was now completely shrouded in darkness and gloomy green light, and indescribable howls echoed in the wilderness. On the black mud with no end in sight, green liquid flowed freely like a stream, wherever it went.
It was accompanied by an unpleasant stench and the sound of corroding rocks and trees.
Large and small living corpses were scattered on the black soil, looking up at the sky with godless eyes.
This scene is really as ferocious and weird as the legendary hell.
In this thick darkness, the large tomb chamber was wrapped in lingering green light and mist, twitching like a heart on the hillside.
Griffith stared at this evil building, and soon he discovered that the beating frequency of his heart began to converge with the frequency of the tomb's trembling. Waves of angina and fear arose spontaneously, and he hurriedly looked away and looked away.
"Don't look around. My magic eyes can see into the essence of magic. Leave it to me."
Ophelia's magic eye reflected the magnificent ripples and fluctuations. She examined the darkness in the distance and said solemnly:
"The buildings here have been occupied and integrated by unknown organic matter, and have half of the biological characteristics. We can think of the large tomb chamber as the heart, and the green liquid river as the blood vessel.
"The black mud is absorbing nutrients from the land, but it is also capturing the lost souls and fallen flesh and blood of the dead. Part of it is used to supply the army of the undead, and the rest is concentrated in this place. If left alone, it will
Grow and expand like a living thing."
Medianmaia took off his armor and coat, and with his muscular upper body naked, helped the militiamen carry the supplies. He raised his head and glanced at the darkness in the distance before looking away:
"If, I'm just saying, if a densely populated city with strong guards like Revan is completely swallowed up by this thing, how will the kingdom and the Arcane Council plan to end it?"
Ophelia looked away and asked her companions: "Have you seen the Extermination Order?"
"No." Everyone present said in unison.
Miss Shutoral, who has strange eyes, raised her eyebrows: "If we don't stop this, maybe we can see it."
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Griffith and Mediameier took action. Together with the militiamen, they parked the raft by the river and transported weapons and wood to the shore. They then began to dig soil on the shore.
The living corpses not far away discovered these humans and immediately went crazy.
"The living corpses are gathering!" Amber looked at the scene in the distance, "There is still a little distance between here and the tomb chamber, but the cult group will definitely concentrate their efforts to attack us."
"It's okay, wait until the living corpses are gathered and tell me again." Griffith grabbed a shovel and led the militiamen to dig the soil frantically. They piled up mounds of soil half a meter high and a hundred meters long along the river bank, and then began to dig up the river bank.
All the boats and rafts nearby were brought ashore.
The zombie tide has gathered in the thousands. The cult has also left a lot of troops in its rear area. Although they are scattered and wandering among the wastelands and ruins, an indescribable will is shrouded in the black mud.
When they discovered this human army of three to four hundred people, they immediately gathered together and formed a black mass on the slope in the distance, letting out crazy and ferocious howls.
"They've gathered!" Amber shouted, "They'll attack us soon!"
"It's okay. Let me know when they rush to two hundred meters away!" Griffith kept moving. Together with Midianmaiya, he and the militiamen raised the rafts one by one, and inserted them into the rafts just now.
The excavated mounds were then filled with soil and sealed. Seeing the living corpses moving in the distance, the militiamen worked like crazy, and the boats crossing the river turned into double-layer walls three to four meters high in the blink of an eye.
In less than an hour, an arc-shaped defense line on the bank of a river had begun to take shape.
The earth was roaring, and the tidal wave of corpses set off a maddening scream and rushed toward the shore.
"Speed up the construction!" Griffith continued and led people to start building an arrow tower with prefabricated wood. The structure of the arrow tower was also very simple. There was no guard board or roof, just towers higher than the wooden walls. The militiamen continued to use
Planks were used to build slopes for the upper and lower arrow towers, and large barrels of kerosene and bundles of arrows were carried up.
Nearly four hundred militiamen set up an arc-shaped rampart on the open land by the river bank. The rampart used the river bank as the fulcrum at both ends, and the wooden fence went deep into the shallow river. On the foundation of the arc-shaped earth rampart, three or four meters high were erected.
A double-layered wooden wall. Behind the wooden wall are six simple arrow towers with almost no protection. In the middle and upper part of the wooden wall, wooden boards are used to build a passage for easy passage and standing. There are several four-meter-wide passages on the inside of the barrier.
The slope makes it easy to go up and down.
Viewed from the air, a barrier like a crescent moon has been erected by the river.
All the militiamen stopped construction and armed themselves. Together they guarded the 100-meter-long wooden wall. Half of them served as shooters or threw kerosene bombs, and the rest held shields and melee weapons to serve as cover.
The militiamen were a little frightened at first, but when the wall was completed and the arrow tower was initially formed, they all nodded. Compared with letting them hold shields and fight against living corpses at an open intersection, the tall wooden wall and arrow tower were obviously more effective.
They have a strong sense of security.
"Climb the arrow tower and the wall!" Griffith ordered loudly.
The militiamen boarded the arrow towers one after another, or stood on the aisles built inside the wooden walls, holding crossbows and spears in hand and staring at the incoming corpses.
The ground was shaking violently, and even the gaps in the wooden walls continued to collapse with dust and broken soil.
A gray-brown line surges across the wilderness to the north, slowly enlarging in the field of vision. It rolls towards the barrier on the shore.
"Holy light, how many monsters are there? One thousand? Or two thousand?" The soldiers standing behind the wooden wall looked at this surging wave of monsters and couldn't help but tremble in their legs.
Midianmaiya counted silently and said calmly:
"four thousand?"
"What! Four thousand!?" Everyone present was shocked for a moment.
The militiamen who were busy working on the fortifications just now seemed to have swallowed gall. They felt a chill spreading throughout their bodies, their hands and feet were a little numb, and several even began to secretly look at the river behind them. However, all the boats were
Griffith moved ashore and filled in the defense line. Now it was too late to escape.
Seeing their expressions filled with bitterness, Griffith felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
"Hahaha," Midianmaiya chuckled, slapping the dusty Griffith on the shoulder, "Use the river to march, the problem of mobility is solved, use boats and rafts to build the city, and within an hour the defense has been stabilized
. Now the whole army has no way to retreat, and the only way to go is to fight to the end."
Griffith looked at the hastily built position and exhaled with satisfaction:
"The position is established and our army will win this battle."