The song sung by the orcs is the most common folk song of the orcs in the western grasslands. Even though the tribes, big and small, are different and have their own living habits, this song is so popular that all orcs, adults and children, can sing it.
Hearing this popular song resounding through Rusbela at night, all the orcs in the city were terrified.
Even those wild orcs infected with the Sinking understand the danger of their situation.
Many of the wild beastmen who were not infected by the Sinking could be described as panic-stricken. Some low-level officers themselves could not calm down, let alone pacify the soldiers under them.
And now, many low-level orcs are convinced that the Alliance Army will really recruit orcs.
In a corner under the city wall, a group of wild beastmen huddled around a campfire to keep warm, listening to the singing outside with uneasy looks, until the singing, which was as loud as the thunder and waves, gradually faded away.
"The Soma Alliance Army really is collecting orcs. The rumors are true!"
"How many troops are there outside, half a million or one million?"
The wild beastmen had long lost the spirit of the fierce warriors they once were, and their faces showed listlessness and fear.
“Why are they singing?”
A Wild Orc warrior asked, and one of the grassroots officers was heading in the direction of the city wall.
"In addition to making us feel scared, I'm afraid they want to make the orcs in the city think of surrendering to the enemy and make us collapse without a fight!"
This made everyone quiet for a moment, and then a weak voice sounded.
"If we surrender to them now, will it allow us to survive and return home?"
No one answered again. The grassroots officer just took out his kettle and drank water. Perhaps he simply didn't dare to answer.
Time passed slowly, and it was already late at night.
At a corner of the wall of the huge city of Rusbela, a wild orc officer led his soldiers to inspect the houses on the wall. When he reached the western corner, he made a few gestures, and dozens of soldiers around him quickly dispersed into the distance, while the soldiers on the nearby city walls who were originally defending this area found something from the corner.
"No one is paying attention here!"
"good!"
The officer took a strong bow, and the soldier next to him used a flint to light the rocket on the bowstring. Because of the oil braziers used for lighting nearby, the light from the rocket did not attract anyone's attention.
The officer drew his bow and arrow into a full moon and aimed at the distance outside the city.
"Whoosh"
The rocket drew an arc and shot into the distant night sky.
In the allied army camp, in addition to the chief officers and generals in charge of various troops, many generals who did not need to go out temporarily were here. This naturally included Riva and others from the guerrilla army, as well as the military marshals of several Soma kingdoms.
The battle plan had already been decided, and apart from discussing some details with each other, they were staying up late just to wait, or everyone knew that they would not get any sleep tonight.
Several winged intelligence officers walked in from outside the tent.
"Report, we have received rocket messages from normal wild beastmen in Rusbela. There are three of them in total, and they are all willing to cooperate with us to capture Rusbela."
After the intelligence officer finished speaking, he found that the atmosphere in the battalion headquarters had become a little strange, and many Soma generals were looking in the direction of Riva and Gurian in shock.
Prince Whately murmured to himself.
"Singing can really break through Rusbella's solid defenses!!"
Riva moved his eyes away from the military map, first glanced at Gurian, then turned his head to scan all the generals in the account, and finally turned his gaze to several Feathered Intelligence Officers.
"Just as we planned, you send your most capable warriors to quietly fly close to the tops of the city walls that are sending signals, and send out our requests and cooperation plans. This is the signed letter from our commanders and marshals. Shoot it out with arrows together!"
Following Riva's words, Youyi ran towards the tent door and handed out a few delicate rolls of cloth wrapped with strands of faintly fluorescent hair that she had just pulled out.
"Yes, sir!"
Several winged people solemnly took the rolls of cloth wrapped around their hair, bowed and took their leave.
"Alright everyone, let's get ready. Before dawn, all the flags of the wild orcs in Rusbela must be broken!"
Gurian stood in front of the city sand table in Rusbela and said this as the chief of staff of the guerrilla army.
Except for a few marshals who looked like Prince Witley, the other generals didn't say much. They all stood up from their seats, straightened their weapons and left.
At this moment, Prince Witley was not thinking about what would happen on the battlefield later, but felt that the war was about to end, provided that the guerrillas would really fulfill their post-war promises.
…
It was still the same group of orcs who were discussing their predicament in panic before, or the same corner under the city wall. The grassroots officers directly under this group of orcs hurriedly passed through the tents that could be seen everywhere and returned to where their brothers were.
These frightened and tired wild beasts were sleeping or dozing off with their weapons in their arms, but in fact they were all sleeping lightly. When they heard footsteps, they were all awakened with cold sweat on their faces.
"You haven't slept yet? That's great, come over here!"
The officer looked around and then greeted everyone in a low voice. When a group of wild beastmen gathered together, the officer took out a hidden bag from his arms.
"What's this?"
“This is what keeps you alive!”
As he spoke, the officer opened the bag and took out wide white strips of cloth. There were twenty or thirty of them in total, the same number as the group of wild beastmen.
"If you want to stay alive tonight and return to the grassland alive, you must not get lost. The imperial family and nobles of the empire are absolute monsters. According to the prophecy that has been circulating, they want to drag the world down with them, but they are not capable enough, and none of us want to die with them!"
The wild orcs also have brains and are not too stupid. When the officer said this, they all vaguely guessed something.
"That's right. I'm going to prepare for a rebellion and cooperate with the army outside to capture Rusbela. There are many rational officers leading the charge. By then, the conspicuous white scarves wrapped around their arms will be soldiers who have joined the rebellion! What do you say?"
The officer was sure that most of his men thought the same as he did, but he was just in case, so when he asked this question, he quietly grasped the dagger at his waist.
"Done!" "Yes!!"
"I still want to live!!" "Me too, I want to go back to the grassland and the tribe!!"
“Yes!!” “Take me with you!!” “I don’t want to die either, and I don’t want to die like this!!”
“That’s right!!”
For a moment, all the wild beastmen here expressed their excitement, with eyes and expressions that showed hope of survival.
The officer breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, one for each of us. If you lose one, it's gone. Remember, when the time comes, we..."
At about the same time, similar scenes were playing out in various places in the city of Rusbela.
On the two river banks, groups of Allied soldiers crossed the natural barriers and began to gather, using long bridges and tiny boats to cross the water. There were also boats building pontoon bridges.
And in the sky, nearly ten thousand winged warriors have taken off and hidden in the night.
…
At some point during the long night, some of the orc noble generals and bloodthirsty soldiers on the city wall were suddenly stabbed in the back and killed by officers or orc soldiers who outnumbered them by several times.
Then, huge fires suddenly broke out in three or four places on the city wall, and the city gates on the west and south were opened from the inside by the wild orcs.
The number of the mutineer orcs was beyond their imagination. They all wore white ribbons at about the same time, which gave them immense confidence.
Just like thunder in the quiet night, the sound of shouting and killing instantly spread throughout Rusbela. Fire and arrows, blood and roars replaced the silence of the night in an instant...
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