Chapter 338 Breakout
The red Scorpion-tailed Lion flag with a golden crown fluttered in the bleak winter wind. The heavy dark clouds were darker than the ice on the mountains at the edge of the world, blocking the Ostermark people from looking at the sun.
No one knew whether it was night or day, as the clock had stopped working long before the undead suddenly filled the streets. Angelo could only guess that it was not yet dawn.
The Imperial General walked out of the war room, followed by the Grand Master of the Black Swordsmen. His monotonous footsteps echoed in the corridor, as stiff as a funeral procession.
Perhaps they should hold their ground, adopt the safest tactics, repel wave after wave of undead, and wait for reinforcements from the Imperial Army.
However, the fall of a province would have a huge impact on the outside world. Even if the Fifth Legion was completely wiped out, it would be better than letting all the people in the empire be shrouded in the fear of the swift undead.
The sound of gunfire penetrated the not-so-tight wooden boards and reached the ears of the two "big men". It almost never stopped, and now it was time to let it roar to its peak.
The monotonous steps lack an echo.
"Imperial Sword Master" Cimili whispered an order to the guards beside him:
"Wake up all the brothers who are resting. In the name of More, we should rush to More's garden."
He did not see General Angelo off again, but just watched him disappear around the corner of the corridor.
Angelo walked out of the corridor, bathed in the smoke and cold wind, and slapped the soldier on guard who was almost asleep to wake him up.
He didn't care about the other party's uneasiness, but just signaled them to blow the whistle and it was time to assemble.
Maybe there are cowards hiding in their houses and dare not come out. They can come or not.
Of course, the charge bugler must come. Without the encouragement of the bugle call, the war will not be complete.
If they didn't blow a nice tune, Angelo would crawl back from More's garden, he swore.
The shrill whistle sounded throughout the military camp, and all the soldiers in the camp received the order, except for those stationed outside.
The chaotic messaging and shouting suddenly merged into one, and the huge crowd arrived at the assembly point in just a few minutes. They were all wearing chain mail and holding muskets.
The gunners who had not yet taken up their posts also wandered into the assembly area in a daze. Angelo had to kick them out of the ranks one by one and use his scabbard to drive them to the path leading to the artillery position.
Who the hell is going to fire the cannon when they are all here? Are they just counting on their muskets to deal with the vampires? If they don't fire all the cannonballs, will they give the blood-sucking devils an advantage? Angro would rather throw the cannonballs into the river.
There was no war mobilization, nor passionate speeches. Angelo dared to guarantee that the first thing he said would be a depressing and pessimistic monologue.
What else is there to say? They're all going to die, none of the boys are going to survive, and compared to the terrible lives they're living, death isn't that scary.
Maul promised them a peaceful sleep, provided the bitch-raised vampire didn't reawaken them.
What else could he say? Let them know that it was their general who had brought them to the brink of death?
What a terrible decision. If it had been made twenty years ago, Angro would definitely have been dismissed from his position.
Now there is no one to boss him around.
Ha, who would think about how to live a happy and fulfilling second half of life before joining the army?
A soldier's duty is to obey orders. Angelo dares to guarantee that no matter what the reason, the soldiers in the legion are willing to die with him. They have known that this day will come sooner or later.
Of course, after the truth is revealed, there will definitely be people who think that Angelo is a fool, a greedy and reckless idiot.
However, Angro had to take risks. Not letting the outside world know the province's true situation would only lead to the infinite magnification of misjudgment.
Who dared to fight against an enemy that had destroyed an entire province overnight?
Angro fired a shot into the air, using the sound of the gunshot right before his eyes to drive away the remaining sleepiness of the soldiers.
It's just a pity for those soldiers who didn't have time to rest. The three hours of sleep and fighting should be rotated, but now the rule has been broken.
Anyway, no one had a good sleep, and some will get some sleep later.
The general raised his sword and called out the prelude to war with a roar louder than an organ:
"Prepare to break out!"
A feint attack means going all out, so that the Black Guards swordsmen have a chance to escape and deliver the letter to His Majesty.
Angelo walked slowly out of the camp. The damn weather almost frosted his mustache.
His thick robe fluttered and trembled in the cold wind, but his courage did not tremble.
The urgent sound of the flute sounded like a death-threatening accusation, and dozens of continuous military bugles played the melodious and swift tune farther away from the sound of gunfire.
As soon as the sound of the flute faded away, the soldiers got into shape.
Even the number of shells flying in the sky multiplied several times in an instant.
Angelo walked to the outer defense line and, together with the soldiers on the front line, rushed towards the waves of skeletons rushing down the street accompanied by the music of charge.
What a bunch of cowardly dead souls they were. They couldn't even break the residents' doors. If it were just undead souls of this level, Angelo could guarantee that he would advance to Utbad.
The hoarse sound of incantations suddenly descended, like whispers of noise filling the ears of every soldier, but compared to the charge of the Fifth Legion, they were more like inconspicuous accompaniment.
The halberd soldiers in the front row ignored the vampire's curse and formed a military formation as usual, pushing back the tide of undead.
Of course, they could not repel the undead with their strength alone; the scattered but dense gunfire was their best assistant.
Every shell that fell could blow away a piece of debris. When he found that many of the shells had landed on the building, Angro wanted to turn around and pull out the gunner and beat him up.
Vampires are not demons, they also need slaves. They will not kill all humans. There is a high possibility that there are survivors in the house.
The most important thing is that citizens with Morr faith are not so easily killed by the undead.
Of course, after a day of fighting, there would probably be the fewest survivors around the military camp.
The skeletons that were pulled up by the vampire for the first time failed to break through the military camp. The general was not sure whether the zombies that came after that came from underground or from the residential area.
After all, vampires are not kind and good people. It is a joke to expect them to abide by the unspoken rules of war. They will also massacre the city, or more commonly kill half and leave the other half.
To the general's surprise, there were actually survivors. After hearing the horn, many local residents opened the door protected by More when the army passed by, took up weapons and joined the army.
Everyone was calling out for the gods they believed in. Sigmar and Ulric were called frequently, and Tal and Mor had equally fierce support.
But the gods cannot share Their love with everyone.
There seemed to be dozens of invisible creatures flying at high speed in the darkness. Angelo could not see their appearance clearly. He only saw rows and rows of soldiers being crushed into blood by magic.
(End of this chapter)
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