"Citizens, compatriots." Administrative Officer Papyria stood on the platform in the center of the square, roaring as hard as he could and delivering a speech to the people around him.
He pointed to the dark clouds in the sky with his right hand: "As you can see, the danger is right in front of us, and we have no way out! Everyone has the obligation to take up arms to protect your property, family and your own life."
"Death will come at any time, we have no time to hesitate..."
Brutus was still interested in listening to a few words at first, but soon became uninterested. The political officer's speech was all about the obligations of citizens, but he did not intend to mention the consequences of taking up arms to fight back the enemy.
What do those citizens have to gain but save their own lives?
At a critical moment of life and death, in addition to well-trained citizen soldiers, these civilians and guards who have not undergone much training may just run away soon after entering the battlefield.
If you want to ask if there is anything that can make people so crazy that they are not afraid of death... Brutus took out the leaves in his pocket and considered whether now was the right time.
But he still put aside this idea for the time being. After all, everything has not yet reached a critical moment. He must first figure out what he will face next before he can be prepared.
After the political officer's speech, the guards in the guard camp began busy distributing the equipment from the arsenal to civilians, and then divided these people into squadrons for command according to the regular distribution method.
Favalie sat on the steps in front of the city hall, wiping his knight's sword. Violet seemed to have recovered a little, at least she didn't look so dull, and her eyes were regaining their former agility.
Robert and Benji stood at the foot of the steps, chatting about work and life.
In this ordinary atmosphere, a dangerous atmosphere permeated the streets of Tatto Town, and from time to time there was a sound of thunder in the dark clouds in the sky.
Brutus' heart moved slightly, and he stood up and looked towards the street on the east side. His intuition told him that something was coming.
There was no earth-shaking movement as he had imagined, but the situation he saw seemed to be no better than the previous one - skeletons lining the streets, wearing armor they didn't know where to get.
His thoughts went astray again involuntarily: "Is it really useful to wear armor that will fall apart after a heavy blow..."
But in addition to the skeleton, of course there are others - for example, the ghost-like things that gradually become visible, and there seem to be other things behind the skeleton; if you look carefully, you can also find that there are unknown things on the ground under the stone slab.
Creatures are crawling underground.
"The guards of the guard camp stood in the first two columns with shields." As the highest official in the town of Tateto, the Papyrian Administrative Officer naturally took over the command of everyone present, while the other barons and their attendants
They served as commanders of temporarily divided squadrons and squads.
"The armed militiamen stand in the back row, don't panic, and trust your comrades."
The hands of the militiamen were shaking more or less involuntarily, and their eyes hidden under their armor stared nervously at the army of skeletons advancing towards them across the street.
But the ones who are more nervous are the guards of the guard camp standing in the first row. In the town, they never need to use large shields or heavier tower shields similar to the citizen soldiers, so what they hold in their hands is just a fan.
It's just an oval shield that barely blocks half of the body.
Moreover, even the shields were not enough, and some guards were holding door panels that had just been removed.
On a long and narrow street, filling up the width of the battle line seems to be a very simple matter. But unfortunately, in a square extending in all directions, what you have to face is naturally the skeleton soldiers pouring in from the streets from all directions.
You also have to consider that some skeletons may pop out of the house.
Brutus, who was standing in the queue, only had a dagger from the guard camp in his hand. Perhaps his dagger could also be regarded as a makeshift weapon...
Now he regrets why he didn't bite the bullet and buy a shield or something like that first, but thinking about it carefully, even if he had it, he wouldn't have time to bring it with him. His spear is a typical example.
The commander of Brutus's squadron is Favalli, and he doesn't know whether this young inspector is reliable in this situation.
"Raise your shield! Be careful to block the arrows!" Favali caught a glimpse of the arrows flying from behind the array on the opposite side and ordered hurriedly.
"Ah!" The screams from behind the arrows came one after another from the array, and everyone's mentality fluctuated violently for a while.
Brutus, who had not been attacked by arrows, suddenly felt that he might have to consider how to run away, but he soon realized that this mentality seemed not right, as if he had been given some kind of hint.
The guards at the front of the queue did not suffer much damage due to their shields and armors, but their hands were shaking very badly under the influence of the screams one after another behind them.
"Go forward and join them!" Favali saw another round of arrows and felt that he could no longer be beaten passively, otherwise his morale might not be able to sustain the next round of arrows.
Brutus secretly thought it was wrong. He personally felt that this order was quite wrong. Favalli might have overestimated the combat capabilities of the civilians under his command. It would be better if he didn't move, but if he moved, he would reveal even greater flaws.
But in the military formation, this kind of order can only be carried out... Otherwise, the noble attendants at the end of the team who are responsible for supervising the battle will not joke with others with the swords in their hands...
Unless they run away too.
As Brutus expected, after Favali gave the order, the dense formation of the guards who faithfully carried out the order and the slightly hesitant civilians quickly dispersed, and then the civilians who hurriedly tried to keep up with the guards in front and those who were still a little scared
The cowering civilians dispersed again.
He was followed closely by a shield-wielding guard in front and sighed secretly. It was obvious that the entire formation was in irreversible chaos.
Favali, who was standing on the right side of the team, was obviously a little panicked when he saw this, and kept shouting at the civilians who were lagging behind to follow the formation, but no matter what he did now, it was of no avail.
While they were taking action, another burst of arrows flew past behind the skeletons, and along with the arrows came the charge of the entire skeleton army.
Amid the screams, the two armies seemed to be about to collide. But to everyone's surprise, the first thing they faced was not the armored skeletons at the front of the queue, but the unarmored skeletons thrown from behind.
Skeleton - or skeleton.
Most of the unarmored skeletons hit the guards' shields, and after a muffled sound, they burst into blue flames. A small number of them smashed into the queue, and the civilians who were hit and burned by the subsequent flames suffered another burst of misery.
Call.
Everyone's spirit has reached a critical level, and only one final kick can completely destroy the morale of the entire team.
Brutus carefully guarded the people around him. At the first moment when his morale collapsed, the first thing he encountered must be the trampling from his own people...
"Don't panic, don't panic!" Favali roared, "Keep the formation, if the formation is messed up, everyone will die!"
"well--"
With Brutus' sigh, the morale of the team completely collapsed, and the word "death" sounded scary enough when facing death.
The guards in the front row had already engaged the skeleton soldiers, while the civilians in the rear began to flee in all directions. The chaotic footsteps behind them made the guards' already tense nerves even more vulnerable.
I don't know who was the first to look back. After seeing this scene, he dropped the weapon and shield in his hands and ran away without hesitation.
Then he was pierced through the chest with a sword from a skeleton, followed by a complete collapse.
Brutus avoided the guards who bumped into him, used his dagger to deflect the flying arrows, and helplessly avoided the crowd, preparing to get into the houses next to the street.