Blood tax

Chapter 169 I Laugh at That Living Corpse Brainless Sect Leader

Mustered under Griffith's banner were 216 spearmen and 144 archers, including archers and slingers.The spearmen were divided into 12 squads of 18 men each.The shooters are divided into 6 teams with 24 people in each team.All were militiamen who volunteered to fight.When I heard that Lord Knight was going to take the initiative to attack the nearby monster lair to protect everyone, groups of militiamen and citizens flocked to ask Griffith to take them into battle.

Considering that he didn't have adjutants and staff officers around him, and he couldn't command if there were too many people, Griffith only brought these people, but asked the town to provide him with a lot of carriages and wood.

In addition, everyone also found two bed crossbows left here by the city defense army from the warehouse.Checked it out and found it still works.

The financial officer and the mayor gathered the material information at an extremely fast speed.Sheriff Herold will lead people to start collecting with the cooperation of the Chamber of Commerce, and transport them back to the five main camps.They are still mobilizing more citizens and arming them with all kinds of weapons.

Many militiamen and citizens used all the materials they could find at hand to select the strongest buildings in the area for reinforcement, then built shooting ports on the roofs, and hoarded fire oil, crossbows, and arrows.Once a large group of living corpses appeared nearby, the militiamen attacked from the arrow tower.

Once Griffith is gone, they will have to hold the ground on their own.

The militia gathered around Griffey drove a horse-drawn four-wheeled truck loaded with planks, logs and empty bags, as well as a lot of food, kerosene, bows and arrows, and gathered in the square in the center of the town in a mighty manner. Ready to head south.

Thousands of citizens came to see off Lansada and the newly formed military council.

Holding the reins in his hand, Griffith sat high on the horse and told them: "After I leave, the isolation zone must be strictly divided, and the refugees must be separated in units of hundreds, and there must be militia patrols at all times. Remember? "

"Remember, please rest assured, Sir Knight." Everyone replied loudly together.

Griffith went on to say: "The arrow tower must be erected immediately to protect the archers' arrows and use more rockets to attack. Some emergency soldiers must also be placed on the arrow tower, armed with short guns and axes, to cover the archers at any time."

"Understood, Lord Knight!"

Griffith was very worried, and he ordered four or five things in a row.Everyone responded to him with bursts of warm cheers.

"I don't know if this group of people listened." Griffith turned around helplessly and said to Amber beside him.

The blonde girl smiled and raised her right hand to the crowd: "Did you hear Griffith's order!"

"I heard it!" Cheers roared like tidal waves from the square.

Amber then asked loudly: "Can you hold your ground and protect your family and homeland?!"

"Yes!" The voice became louder and louder.

"In front of monsters, I want you to risk your life and fight to the end!" Amber's voice was accompanied by bursts of thunder, and bright lightning intertwined.

"Blood battle to the end!" Everyone raised their weapons high, or waved their hats and arms, and shouted wildly.

"Look," the trainee investigator winked at Griffith, "it's not like you're going to die right away if you leave."

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Griffith left the town with his 360 militiamen and large wagons and headed south.

Most of his men had no armor, and their main weapons were spears, wooden shields, crossbows, and even slings.Although everyone was very active in mobilizing for the battle just now, the morale of the team began to weaken after leaving the safe town stronghold for a long time.

Gusts of wind mixed with a strange smell brought an ominous premonition.Even the dullest person begins to realize that something is wrong when he enters the wilderness to the south and sees the black clouds covering the sky and the black mud spreading.

The power of the cultists is beyond their imagination, and even the sky and the earth are colored by it.

"Come on!"

The black mud made strange noises underfoot.This strange substance is like a mixture of humus and pus, with a shallow layer of liquid on the surface.

Although people and horses walking on it will not sink, there is an indescribable stagnation and anxiety, and there is even a weird feeling, as if there is a dark abyss hidden under the black mud.

If you look down from the sky, Griffith and his army seem to be walking on the black ocean.Under the black mud that resembles the surface of water, there are indescribable vague shadows that are wriggling and swelling, as if a terrifying monster is inhabiting the ground, watching the world of the living.

Griffith also noticed the strangeness of the black mud.He carefully surveyed the area ahead.

He needed to launch a probing attack on the cemetery and cultist lair to the south, to get a sense of the size and composition of the enemy, and see what they were doing.The Deathrattle Order may gather corpses in the cemetery to form an army, or plan even more astonishing conspiracies and spells. If Griffith hides behind the line of defense ignorantly, it will be extremely dangerous.

After all, no one knows if there will be another infection in Hepu Town, and then another infected person like Yiloti will come.If you only realize it when you are riding on your face by such a terrifying existence, then everything will be over.

Reconnaissance, non-stop reconnaissance, and doing everything possible to grasp the situation on the battlefield are the prerequisites for victory.

The cemetery to the south has become a lair of heretics, and there is a strange green light and black mud constantly spreading towards the periphery, but hordes of monsters have not yet appeared to pounce on the town.

The enemy is deploying and his forces have not yet assembled.If possible, Griffith would take his own army to seize the nearby terrain to seize the initiative. This may be a good time to disrupt the deployment of the cultists.

It is a pity that the troops around him were worse than when Verona fought.Those who followed him that time were at least some trained city defense troops, and those who assisted in commanding the troops were capable trainee knights like L.Although the troops this time had practiced assassination and archery to some extent on weekdays, they were considered unorganized compared with the city defense army.

The militiamen drove carriages, carried spears, bows and arrows, and dragged bed crossbows, walking slowly on the black mud.

When their blood cools down, and they are washed up by terrifying monsters a few times, these armed civilians will definitely disperse.

After walking for a while, even Amber noticed that the team was unstable, and reminded Griffith in a low voice.

"Well, I understand," Griffith observed the battlefield with a serious expression, and waved his hand, "speed up and occupy the open space by the river!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger.There is a raised flat by the river near the cemetery, with some ruined walls on it, which looks like the foundation of a large abandoned house.

The Lower City Cemetery was built on a flat open space, less than 200 meters away from the open space by the river.This place has been covered by black mud, and the original white tombstone has also been corroded to be ferocious and sinister.

"Quick! Speed ​​up!" Griffith yelled again, "Occupy that clearing at full speed!"

The militiamen blindly followed Griffith towards the ruins and clearings by the river.

"Unload the wagons and join them on the outside of us," Griffith shouted, "take the logs and formwork off the wagons, and erect them outside the wagons as a fence.

"Dig earth inside the fence, pocket it, and fill the gaps inside. Yes, don't dig outside."

Hundreds of militiamen immediately mobilized.They connected the wagons into an irregular rectangle, and erected fences and wooden walls on the outside with wood.

The surroundings are eerily quiet.Corroded stone monuments and dry old trees are like a dark style picture scroll, in the shadows that are not clear of sight, there are faint and shaking shadows.

Everyone was working nervously, raising their heads uneasily every once in a while, looking into the dark and eerie distance.Only intense work can distract them from their fear and anxiety.

Griffith looked around, his serious expression gradually loosening.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha!" He suddenly laughed wildly.

The loud laughter made the militiamen look up in shock.

"What are you laughing at?" Amber asked in a low voice, "I sense the aura of the enemy, there are a lot of them, they are lurking under the black mud and waiting for us."

"I'm laughing at the brainlessness of the zombie cult, hahahaha!" Griffith raised his whip and pointed at the cemetery, "If they send an army to stop them halfway, I'm really in trouble!"

Amber looked at him, then at the disturbing black mud and cemetery, and ignored him.

"Everyone, work hard and fix the car formation," Griffith didn't care at all if the girl didn't cheer him up. He said with a smile, "We'll wait until the enemies show up. If they want to ambush, they can continue to lie on their stomachs." Bar."

As soon as the words fell, groups of huge muddy bubbles popped out from under the black mud, and collapsed like a whirlpool.Then, a hand with only bones left suddenly sticks out of the ground.

Then two, three...

Hundreds of skeleton arms grew out like young shoots in a flower field, waving wildly, trying to catch all living creatures and drag them into the endless darkness.

The arms then braced themselves against the ground, supporting their bodies and crawling out of the ground.

Skeletons and walking corpses, hundreds of monsters crawled out from under the black mud.A little bit of broken cloth hung on their bodies, and the only skeletons stepped on the black mud, waving ferocious arms and sharp claws.

This astonishingly insane sight made the militiamen shudder.Some were traumatized, their heads were aching, and the intense nausea made them retch.

"Living corpse!"

The militiamen who suddenly encountered the enemy immediately fell into chaos and began to call out in panic. Some people ran around, trying to find a safe position behind others.

Distorted and broken shadows gathered in the distance, ready to charge towards the militiamen.Among them, three special figures appeared.

Vigorous as a cheetah, with its brain exposed, its sharp claws flashing green, a skinless ghoul.

Swollen and gigantic, the Stitch Monster swayed like a mountain of meat with tons of carrion rolling in.

Wearing a black burqa, a cult acolyte whose whole body is wrapped in the breath and stench of death.

They are completely different from the crazy skeletons and the army of the dead. They are bigger and more terrifying.Just by standing there, the undead creatures around them became even more crazy and agile.

The commander of the Order of Deathrattle appears.

When they saw the militiamen standing still, they gave up their plan to ambush and ordered three groups of living corpses to rush in.Ghouls and stitch monsters attacked from two directions.The acolyte led a large group of skeletons to intercept the militiamen's retreat.

Before long, the militia will be surrounded by heavy siege.

Amber immediately gathered momentum, ready to face the battle.Many brave militiamen also took up their weapons, shaking uncontrollably while staring at the army of living corpses with wide eyes.

"Amber, you stay here and supervise the construction of the car formation." Griffith patted the girl on the shoulder with his lance, and rushed out of the car formation.

Under the attention of everyone, he raised his lance and shouted in the open space 20 meters outside the position:

"Archers, mount your carriages and be on guard, pikemen, continue your work!

"Soldiers of Raven, stay where you are, I will kill the enemy's general for you!"

As soon as the words fell, before the militiamen even realized what was going on, Griffith rushed towards the ghouls and a group of living corpses one by one.

The soft black mud can't stop the galloping horses.Griffith rode his horse and held a gun, and under the blessing of the ice shield, he went straight to the center of the living corpse.

The peculiar ghoul raised its finger, and the living corpses around it swarmed up, surrounding the armored cavalry like ants wrapping sugar balls.

Intensive attacks like summer rain fell on Griffith's shield and armor, but they couldn't penetrate his defense. He held a gun in one hand and the mace by the saddle in the other. Crush the bodies of zombies and skeletons.

The undead creatures who were about to attack the militia were attracted by the fierce battle here, and most of them flocked to Griffith, surrounded him three layers inside and three layers outside, scratching and biting like countless mice chewing cheese. .

The ice shield burst suddenly, and layers upon layers of monsters flew all over the ground.Griffith threw the mace forward, smashing the head of a skeleton, and raised his lance to stab the ghoul head-on.

The ferocious monster swung its claws and roared wildly.Before it swung its weird claws down, the lance had already pierced its throat precisely.

The ghoul fell silent in an instant.Griffith rode his horse to the vicinity, cut off its head with a sword, drew out his lance, stepped over the piles of living corpses and ran back to the chariot formation.

"thump!"

From the attack to the return, the head of the ghoul leader was thrown on the ground in the inner circle of the car formation in less than a minute.The group of living corpses lost their command, and a large group was knocked to the ground, slowly gathering in a mess.

"How?" Griffith asked loudly.

"Roar!" The militiamen were a little relieved and shouted together.

Griffith first pointed to the chaotic group of living corpses: "Come two squadrons and shoot them with rockets. The others continue to build the camp. Fill the gaps with cloth bags and dig trenches!"

He raised his gun and pointed at the stitch monster as huge as a hill among the living corpses: "I'll take its head off for you gentlemen and ladies."

As soon as the words fell, he galloped his horse straight to the enemy's formation again.

Seeing that the living corpses were blown away by the ice shield just now, the Stitch Monster took the initiative to let the living corpses around him disperse, and roared to face Griffith alone.It swayed its fat body and threw a sledgehammer from a distance.

"Bah!"

The sledgehammer hit the shield of the Eagle Riding Medal and bounced off.A sharp ice spear had condensed in Griffith's hand.The phantom of the roaring mountain monster appeared behind him, and the next blow would have the power of a fatal blow and a sure hit.

"Let you see the real projection!" Griffith roared, and threw the ice spear in his hand at the speed of his horse.The icicles whipped up a strong wind and made a loud noise tearing the air.

The stitching monster's right shoulder burst open, and the shoulder was torn apart by this blow, and both arms flew out.It hastily raised the weapon in its left hand to block it.

Relying on the speed of his horse, Griffith jumped to his right side in a blink of an eye, and stabbed at the defenseless body.

"Oh!"

The militiamen far away in the car formation heard the thunderous crackling.The right face of the stitch monster was pierced by a gun.The rotting corpse's stitched body couldn't stop the piercing damage at all, the lance broke in its body, and pierced through the chest from under the left rib.

Griffith abandoned his lance, took the vanguard shield and jumped off the horse, walked to the kneeling Stitch monster in two steps, and swept it at the back of its neck.

Carrion and corpse liquid splashed everywhere, and this blow didn't break its neck.Living corpses from all directions rushed forward one after another. Griffith smashed a bottle of deceleration potion on the ground, then swung a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, knocked down six or seven living corpses one after another, and then chopped off the head of the stitch monster with one sword. .

Following the swing of the sword, the living corpses fell into a sluggish state as if they had been knocked out.Griffith took advantage of the situation and rushed out, got on his horse and rushed back to the chariot formation.

"Oh!"

Huge rotting heads were thrown at everyone's feet.

"How?" Griffith shouted.

"Long live!" The militiamen cheered, and started to work in a relaxed mood.

At this time, the third wave of living corpses had just blocked the way of the militia under the leadership of the cult acolyte.When they saw that the other two roads had lost their leader in a blink of an eye and fell into chaos, they were obviously stunned for a moment.

The acolyte hesitated for a moment, raised his hands, and rushed forward with its skeleton and walking corpse, howling ferociously and hoarsely.

This time, everyone was calm and even laughed contemptuously.Griffith took a new lance and jumped on the horse, shouting: "I will defeat the enemy for you!"

He blessed himself with the ice shield again, rode his horse to drive away the tide of corpses, stabbed the cultist's acolyte to death, chopped off its head and brought it back.

"Are you still afraid!?" Griffith asked the militiamen.

"Don't be afraid!" Everyone cheered together.

So the army was determined and the position was stabilized.

Most of the living corpses besieged from three sides were still there, but some of them fell into chaos, and some instinctively began to attack the nearby car formation.

This no longer requires Griffith to make a move.When he returned to the center of the position, he found that the carriages had been connected together, and wooden fences had been erected outside, behind which the pikemen were assassinating unorganized living corpses.

Griffith sighed in satisfaction and turned to look at Amber.

"Hey, what should I say about you~" Miss trainee investigator shook her head slightly.

"Of course it's to praise me," Griffith pointed to the surrounding battle situation, "They are militiamen, and it would be wrong to expect them to charge forward."

"However, people can still do such things as blocking the entrance with barriers and blocking the road with ballistas.

"The cult group was arrogant and let me come close to encircle and annihilate them, but instead let me occupy the advantage of the place."

Amber nodded approvingly: "That's right, but what should we do next? There will be more and more living corpses, and we won't be able to move here."

Griffith patted the bed crossbow in the car array, looked at the large tomb more than 200 meters away and said:
"Next,

"I invite the artillerymen to speak!"

　Only this update today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)