The undead's attack never stopped, from day to night, and from night to day.

The attacks continued without stopping.

The soldiers and civilians defending the city had no time to rest at all, and even eating was a luxury.

They never imagined that one day there would be such a high-intensity battle.

The protective shield has been broken three times and raised again three times. Every time the protective shield is broken, there is a bloody battle.

The undead have special methods to deal with the protective shield. The shield will be broken in as short as one hour and as long as three hours. This is also the only time for the soldiers defending the city and civilians to rest.

The undead do not need to rest. They don't sleep or eat, they just keep attacking.

The corpses of the undead under the city have piled up into a high mountain. The undead will step on the corpses of their companions to rush up the city wall.

If this continues, even without the undead attacking, those defending the city will be exhausted to death.

They had witnessed the madness of the undead.

"Huh? The shelling seems to have stopped."

The rumbling sound gradually disappeared. A ratman poked his head out from the shelter, looked up at the sky, and said with some confusion.

The other ratmen noticed this as well and looked up.

Sure enough, those terrifying "fireworks" disappeared and the protective shield disappeared again.

"Look, the undead are moving!"

"They're moving outside."

"The undead have retreated, and we have won!"

"Oh! Victory!"

"Victory!"

A sharp-eyed ratman pointed at the undead that were starting to move outside and shouted.

The rats looked over and saw the undead slowly retreating.

Although they didn't know why, the shelling stopped and the undead were retreating. This was the best news for them.

victory!

This is a great victory.

All the ratmen defending the city cheered, cried with joy, and shouted at the top of their lungs.

More and more undead left. Following Li Ziyu's request, they headed to the assembly point to prepare for the next war.

After cheering for a long time, the rats discovered something was wrong.

Indeed, most of the undead have left, but many still remain and they still surround the city of Takker.

"Why are there still undead souls?"

"What are they going to do?"

"Let's rush out and take them out. There aren't many of them left."

"You're crazy, they just look small, but there are actually a lot of them."

The ratmen on the city wall looked at the undead who stayed to surround them and talked.

However, no matter what, the undead are not attacking for the time being, which is a good sign. At least they can take a break and no longer have to fight to the death.

They are too tired.

After the cheers, emotions gradually stabilized and fatigue set in. The rats, who had been relying on perseverance to support themselves, could no longer hold on and they lay staggering on the city wall.

Many people snore when they lie down.

No matter what happens, we have to wait until they wake up.

"Commander, Commander! Good news!" The messenger shouted, his tone full of joy, and rushed into the combat meeting room.

The ratman commander, who was discussing with his subordinates how to resist the undead, raised his head in anger and shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Do you know where this is? Guards! Drag him away!"

After days of fighting, not only did they fail to gain any advantage, but their living space was constantly squeezed by the undead. Seeing that Takker was about to fall, the ratman commander could no longer hide his anger.

He will take action against anyone who provokes him.

Those subordinates who dared not even breathe looked at the messenger with pity.

Everyone knows that the commander is in a bad mood now, and yet you come to provoke him, isn't that courting death?

Two guards stepped forward, grabbed the messenger's arms, and dragged him out.

The messenger struggled hard and shouted, "Commander, I'm here to tell you good news! Don't kill me! I'm here to tell you good news!"

A flash of anger flashed across the commander's face. He was about to yell, but suddenly realized that the messenger was shouting good news. So he turned around in confusion and shouted to the guard who was about to drag the messenger out, "Wait, bring him back."

The guard stopped and dragged the messenger back.

Walking up to the messenger, the commander stared at him with bloodshot eyes and said word by word, "Tell me, what happened? If you can't explain it clearly, I will kill you."

The messenger shuddered and said quickly, "Commander, the undead's siege has stopped. Most of the undead have retreated, leaving only a small number of undead to besiege the city."

He spoke very fast, as if he was afraid that if he spoke slowly he would not have the chance to continue.

"What?"

"impossible!"

"Say it again!"

The officers gathered around the conference table stood up one after another, their expressions varying, some were surprised, some were in disbelief, but they all stared at the messenger.

The Ratman Commander seemed to have been hit on the head with a club. He was a little dazed. He looked at the messenger and muttered, "Are you telling the truth?"

The messenger nodded vigorously. "Really? I saw it with my own eyes. The shelling outside has stopped. Commander, you can go and see for yourself!"

All the ratmen present, including the ratman commander, rushed out of the meeting room.

Sky!

Clear sky!

There was silence in my ears, no longer that rumbling sound.

The undead bombardment really stopped!

The commander stared at the sky for two seconds, pushed away the people around him, and ran towards the city wall like crazy.

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