Chapter 763: Chapter 520, 11 Fortresses_2
After sending off Li Rong, Fang Hao returned to his own quarters.
…
Late into the night.
Eight Peaks Mountain.
Outside the final two fortresses, the eleventh and twelfth, of the Dwarves.
The boom of cannons were heard, the spreading smoke of gunpowder acted like dark clouds, blocking out all light from above.
Outside a tent made of beast skin situated away from the battlefield.
A voice called out from outside the tent.
“Sister Jiayue, the new undead army has arrived. There are over a million in number according to Meatfist’s count.”
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The resting Dong Jiayue within the tent got up.
Yawning, she asked, “What time is it?”
“It’s past two in the morning,” replied the voice outside the tent.
A sharp light flashed in Dong Jiayue’s eyes.
“Notify the troops down the line to prepare for the offensive!”
“Yes!” The figure outside answered before turning to leave.
The Undead had been launching harassment attacks for several days now.
Skeletons didn’t need rest, but Dwarves did.
Today was the day for the planned full-scale offensive.
After donning her armor and grabbing her weapon, she stepped out of her tent.
Outside, troops were moving around, and large numbers of undead soldiers were being mobilized.
By this time, all the transmigrators and other living creature soldiers had finished resting and were ready for action.
Dong Jiayue, nodded at them and took her position in the central command.
Without delay, she coldly commanded, “Attack.”
“Yes!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
The flags signalling the attack were raised high.
Members of the cavalry, each carrying their orders, scattered in all directions, crying out, “Attack…”
Boom, boom, boom!!
The rhythmic beating of drums permeated the air.
A large grey glow enveloped all the undead again.
In the marching infantry.
Giant trolls, carrying shields as large as doors, steadily advanced.
At the center of the troops was the skeleton hero, Meatfist.
He constantly shouted, “Watch the sky, raise your shields.”
Ching, ching, ching!!
Bullets bounced off the shields, creating a series of metallic clangs.
Large numbers of skeletal bats, each carrying thunder tubes, also joined the battlefield from behind.
They fearlessly soared towards the top of the fortress.
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The eleventh fortress.
The endless days of fighting had left all the dwarves exhausted.
The Undead seemed unending.
They launched one wave of attacks after another.
If they were just battling sleep deprivation, they might just be fatigued.
But constantly being targeted mentally and physically was wearing them down.
The dwarves were just mechanically reloading and firing their guns, cumbersomely moving like zombies.
Bam!
Suddenly, a dwarf carrying cannonballs stumbled and fell.
The round cannonball dropped and rolled down the stairs with a clang, stopping at the base of the city wall.
The others were terrified.
They immediately scattered, hiding as far away as possible.
The cannonball was not merely a lump of iron; it contained gunpowder.
If it exploded, the casualty count would be unimaginable.
However, the cannonball did not explode. Instead, it simply rolled to the side and came to a stop.
The fallen dwarf had fallen asleep instantly after hitting the ground.
The dwarf commander inspected the scene.
He woke up the sleeping dwarf, saying, “Hang in there for a little longer. Once His Majesty Rune sends someone to relieve us, you can get a good night’s sleep.”
The dwarf soldiers didn’t speak; they just got back up and continued moving the cannonballs.
Inside the command post.
A dwarf, taller and sturdier than the rest, his flashy silver armor shining under the flickering light, and a lengthy flaming beard falling onto his chest, stood solemnly before a table.
Laid out on the low, long table was a map.
The dwarves had been in several skirmishes with the undead recently.
Although they hadn’t lost the city, the casualties suffered by the dwarves were immense.
Both sides suffered losses in the sudden attacks and encounters in the wilderness.
The Undead, relentless and tireless like maggots on a decomposing corpse, held on stubbornly.
They attacked ceaselessly, confining the dwarves to the city walls.
Siddiq, an Orange hero and one of the three Great Generals of the Dwarves, was feeling incredibly frustrated having been pushed into such a predicament for the first time.
There was so much pent-up anger, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had no choice but to take it all in.
“General Siddiq, what’s the situation at Gray Iron City?” a dwarf leader asked.
All the soldiers in the city were holding back discontent.
But they were all aware that with the current scale and intensity of the undead’s attacks, if it wasn’t for General Siddiq holding them off, the city would have fallen a long time ago.
Not even mentioning the fact that they had held on for so long now.
But, they had suffered severe losses too; their soldiers were all engaged in intense defense, with ammunition running dangerously low.
They were afraid that they wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.
While looking at the map, Siddiq responded, “His Majesty Rune is likely waiting for support from the Human Clan. We…alas.”
With these words, Siddiq let out a heavy sigh.
Winter was fast approaching; the aid that the humans could provide would be limited.
Even if the reinforcements managed to reach Eight Peaks Mountain, it was unclear when they would be able to provide assistance here.
“If there are no reinforcements, what do we do?” a worried leader asked.
Siddiq stared at the map and said coldly, “We haven’t been completely without gains over this period. I’ve determined the position of the enemy’s commander. I plan to take a team directly into their camp and kill their commander.”
Siddiq’s hand pointed firmly at a marked location on the map.
All eyes turned to the map. After a moment of contemplation, they all nodded approvingly.
The attacking Undead are just a bunch of unintelligent dead things.