The other officers reacted and followed the commander towards the city wall.

When I reached the city wall, the first thing I saw was a pile of fallen ratmen.

The commander's expression was startled, and he hurried forward to check.

When I got closer, I heard thunderous snoring, and my heart was immediately relieved.

It turned out that he was not dead, but asleep.

With a sigh of relief, the commander walked around the sleeping soldiers and civilians, came to the top of the city wall and looked out.

Originally, outside the city walls, there were densely packed undead that covered the entire ground. Although there are still some now, the number is no longer comparable to before.

I’ve retired, I really retired!

The undead have left!

Very good!

The commander relaxed and the strength in his body receded like the tide, making his legs weak. When he was about to fall, he reached out and grabbed the bricks to keep his balance.

He let out a long sigh.

Survived.

The crisis is over...

Wait, something's wrong!

Where did the undead go?

Why do you want to leave?

They were clearly about to take over the city-state of Takker, so why would they leave at this time?

It doesn't make sense to withdraw troops suddenly.

There's no reason not to eat food that's right in front of your mouth.

What on earth happened that made the undead stop attacking and leave so urgently?

The commander's mind was spinning rapidly.

It's a good thing that the undead are retreating, but it's not normal for them to retreat so quickly and so hastily.

Something must have happened, which caused the undead to evacuate in such a panic.

enemy!

Yes, only the enemy could make them so panicked as to give up attacking Takor.

They need to face the enemy.

And in the ratman territory, the enemies of the undead...

Reinforcements!

Could it be that our reinforcements have arrived?!

The commander's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted to the officers around him, "Reinforcements, where are our reinforcements?"

The officers were bewildered, looking at each other, and no one said a word.

They were still immersed in joy, but when asked by the commander, they were immediately confused and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing no one answer, the commander immediately became angry and cursed, "What are you all doing? You don't even know where our reinforcements are? Why are you standing here looking at me? Check it out! Go check it out for me!"

The officers finally realized what was happening and immediately scattered like birds and beasts to inquire about the news of reinforcements.

Not long after, an officer came running over breathlessly to tell the commander that the reinforcements were not far from the city-state of Takker.

At this time, the officer also realized why the undead retreated.

Because reinforcements are coming.

No, that's not right.

The undead are not retreating, they are going to fight the reinforcements.

The officers were not fools. After figuring it out, they checked the direction of the undead's retreat, which happened to be the direction from which the reinforcements came.

When the commander received the news, he was surprised at first, then frowned.

The reinforcements are good news. Not only will they ease the crisis in the city-state of Takker, but they may also defeat the Undead Legion here.

At this time, he should cooperate with the reinforcements to attack the undead from the front and back.

However, looking at the ratmen lying on the ground on the city wall, the commander sighed helplessly.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t.

The rubbish soldiers he led before were really useless, and those who later defended the city were all civilians.

You can let civilians defend their own city-state. This is a choice made out of fear, the last ounce of blood and courage.

But it is nonsense to expect civilians to rush out of the city walls and fight to the death with the undead.

After all, these are civilians who have not received any military training. Their combat effectiveness is inherently worse than that of regular troops, and their morale is even worse.

The most important thing is that even if he wants to lead others to rush out, the civilians must dare to rush in.

The commander was powerless.

All he could hope for was that the reinforcements could defeat the undead, and preferably completely crush the undead army.

He took a deep breath. After several days of fierce fighting, the residents of Taker had suffered heavy casualties. What he inhaled into his nostrils was not fresh air, but a strong smell of blood and a nauseating stench.

(End of this chapter)