Not many things in the world are as contagious as fear.
Enzo Cimassa, a contemporary Latin American sociologist who is known for his harsh and to the point words, once said: "Human beings have no common sorrows and joys." And when we see the tragedies of others in this world, our first reaction is often the same. It was a belly laugh.
The misfortune of others is our amusement, and the happiness of others is usually a source of envy. Even if fanatical hatred is limited by understanding, origin, and age, the only one of all human emotions that is highly contagious is fear.
Even a child who only knows how to burbly and cannot understand how critical the situation is described by adults can easily detect the panic in the expressions of the people around him, the rapid breathing, and the hasty footsteps, and then be affected by this panic atmosphere. Infected, he burst into tears.
The powerful contagiousness that crosses languages, genders, races, ages, and spreads rapidly makes fear an extremely terrifying factor. Once it is not successfully extinguished in the early stage, the consequences of widespread panic later will be even more serious than the threat itself.
The definition of "elite professional army" by Laman's military historians is "more than 40% of the dead are not defeated", and this is only a battle between human armies. When what they face is unknown, It is the undead who does not know what fear is and is physically strong and difficult to kill.
If you can muster the courage to stand here without turning around and running away, you are already a brave man worthy of commendation.
It's no wonder that a "smart man" like Duke Juliande would choose to get rid of this hot potato. From the tiny individual and team tactics to the large-scale city defense and environmental factors closely related to this, almost all factors are against It’s not good for humans. This city defense battle is like playing with drawing blocks. If you make any slight mistake, it will lead to the complete collapse.
It is actually very inappropriate to use a chess game to describe war.
Because chess pieces have no thoughts, will not panic, and can carry out your wishes extremely effectively, while people do not.
We can talk about strategy and all kinds of fantastic ideas, big and small, but in the end, winning the war ultimately depends on people.
Small cleverness and local strategies may gain certain tactical advantages, but to truly keep the battle situation under your own control, you have to go deep into every link to understand what the soldiers are thinking, worried about, and afraid of. Solve every problem to make sure the plan is executed exactly as you imagined.
Logistics support is basic common sense, but tactics and strategic decisions are also extremely important - they are not for you to use fancy ideas. What a truly mature strategist should do is to stabilize the soldiers' minds instead of taking desperate risks.
in other words.
You have.
Teach them to overcome their fears.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The bonfire swayed violently, and between the flickering light and dark, heavy spears stabbed the last ghoul in front of him into a sieve.
Everyone was panting and sweating. The intense heat caused the frost on the ground to melt into puddles of cold water. The clothes and shoes close to the body became damp, coupled with the adrenaline caused by the tension. The secretion makes many people tremble.
But they don't realize this.
Just immerse yourself in the fight wholeheartedly.
Roaring, roaring, stamping hard on the ground, stabbing, slashing, and shooting at these monsters that looked both human and inhuman.
At some point, the terrifying monster that made one's feet weak and unable to resist at first contact, and the cruel undead that tried its best to be unable to stop it from charging towards him, became less scary.
wrong.
It's not them that have changed.
The ghouls were still unafraid of death. They were stabbed through by the three-meter heavy infantry spears used by seven or eight anti-cavalry groups. They were still roaring and clawing at the frozen ground, and the cold water was splashed everywhere. , but people lowered their center of gravity and used their numerical advantage to control this guy, while teammates on the other side quickly joined in and used long ax guns or large moon axes to cut off its head.
What changed was the soldiers themselves.
They gasped and confirmed that the thing was dead. Then they checked each other to make sure that the black bodily fluid had not eroded the wound and caused infection, and then went into the next battle.
The magicians were sweating profusely as they dealt with the injured. Their magic power was consumed quickly, but as a result, many injured people were saved instead of turning into monsters.
This was an incredible scene for the elf.
No matter how many times Horneau encountered this situation, she would still be completely surprised by it.
Although her loved ones taught her about human emotions, she could never understand the powerful ability hidden at the very root of human nature as she was born in a long-lived race.
There is no powerful magical ability of the elves; there is no powerful body of the orcs that can climb cliffs with bare hands and jump from a height of five meters without being damaged; there is no outstanding metal mastering ability of the dwarfs; there is no genius-like applied engineering technology of the dwarves.
What humans have.
It is an unparalleled ability to adapt.
In layman’s terms——
It’s about being able to get used to change quickly.
And this is the weapon our Mr. Sage chooses when facing the witch and the undead.
When common sense has failed and the dark souls of the undead walk in the world as if they had never died, everything goes crazy.
This is the most effective and only weapon he can choose.
The most powerful weapon is called humanity.
Although the elves call the sage a "stranger" - meaning that he no longer belongs to this category - Henry was born as a human being, and he is familiar with all the shortcomings of human nature and is well aware of the powerful instincts contained in human nature.
He didn't choose words.
Under the huge visual and sensory impact, the appeal of words is greatly weakened. Even if he jumps out and starts talking about these things in a long way, it is not terrible, and people's trembling feet will not stop because of these three or two sentences. Become strong and powerful.
Not to mention, the audience is a mixed bag.
Among the people present were mercenaries, ordinary soldiers, and young people from the southern and central regions who came here to make a name for themselves.
A successful inspiring speech requires a common cultural background and understanding. In front of these people who come from all over the world and speak more than a dozen languages and dialects, even Henry cannot convince everyone with just one speech. All excited.
He knew this, so the sage was silent from the beginning, but he never stopped.
As always, everyone waited until everything came out to understand what Henry had done.
He doesn't like to explain everything one by one, because even if he says it, few people can understand it all.
This is what Henry did.
This is.
The reason why he is a sage.
The fire is burning.
The perfect and interlocking plan made in a very short period of time was Constantine, who had excellent military capabilities. Only at this moment did he understand the reasons for Henry's plans as he moved around.
What makes him inferior to a sage is not his brain.
It's about experience and experience.
Henry can think from everyone's perspective, but Constantine cannot.
He understands what people fear and can prescribe the right medicine.
For civilians, soldiers, and even Constantine himself, regarding these monsters, even if there is indeed a gap in combat effectiveness, the real source of fear is still a simple word - unknown.
To be fair, the combat effectiveness of a ghoul is at most equivalent to that of a lightly armored knight.
Heavily armed knights can easily kill them one-on-one with lances, and if they form a large group, it is not difficult to disperse ghouls twice their size. But they rely on their tenacious vitality, cunning beast-like characteristics, and their dirty undead appearance to create a sense of fear that is far greater than the actual threat.
Therefore, Henry's tactics were inseparable from the city wall from the beginning.
He knew that once these soldiers came face to face with the ghouls, the scene under Juliand's command would definitely happen again.
They will collapse and then fall into chaos, killing each other and trampling on each other, turning the situation into uncontrollable chaos.
The soldiers who had had first contact with it had already been deeply impressed by this thing: terrifying, difficult to destroy, powerful and deadly - if this impression is not broken, they will not be able to exert much combat effectiveness.
So Henry ordered them to dig ditches. The morale boosted by the blazing fire in the darkness was unimaginable. In addition, the scene of the ghouls twisting and screaming after being ignited by the flames deeply impressed the city defense soldiers. The incomparable impression was also broken in their eyes.
——These things can be killed!
They bleed, and they can be killed, given the proper means.
People often say that what is heard is false and what is seen is true. This scene transcends all languages and transcends the understanding brought by education and origin. It is deeply engraved in the eyes of everyone and makes the first wave of contact with the ghoul. The engineers and soldiers had high morale and exerted 100% of their combat capabilities.
After that, Henry led a series of quick-response countermeasures, each time controlling the sudden attack of the ghouls within a very small damage range, and the soldiers below gradually began to get used to dealing with these things. fighting.
Good steel should be used on the blade. The elite hunting mercenary group and the hundreds of paladins were divided by the sages into several squadrons. They acted as firefighters. Their purpose was not to destroy monsters but to control the situation and avoid the enemy. Regular troops were dispersed.
-They can be killed.
——They will also bleed, scream, and struggle.
-I can kill them.
——As long as we use the right method, we can even kill these abominable monsters without getting hurt.
The careful planning and unmistakable execution allowed this information to be judged and felt not through words but through the soldiers' own eyes and hearts. The deep impression this created was far more powerful than words, and when they followed step by step This tall northerner wielding a big sword guided him step by step to gain an advantage that everyone could see.
Although the body is still shaking.
Although damp clothing and shoes can be extremely uncomfortable.
Although they began to pant heavily from the exhaustion of the long battle.
The number of deserters gradually decreased.
The team also became more and more orderly, and many people who had run to hide before even ran back to join the formation.
Don't know from which moment.
They're getting used to fighting these things.
People have adapted to the current environment in an extremely efficient way, just as their ancestors conquered grasslands, forests, plains, deserts and frozen soil 10,000 years ago.
——How to kill it, how to kill it while saving yourself.
The ancient Laman proverb says that the lick of war can turn a milky little boy into an upright man, and all this happens in a shorter time than anyone thought.
Horno, who was busy with his busy schedule, raised his head and watched the neatly and orderly roaring human army pushing the ghouls back under the city wall.
She suddenly remembered how disdainful her deceased tribesmen had been towards the human race.
Weak, despicable, not as noble as the elves at all, and without a smart mind or beautiful appearance.
The tribesmen only have negative comments about human society that has completely changed in hundreds of years, such as "frail as a sand castle" - not to mention them, even themselves did not fully realize it until this moment. How horribly wrong was my perception all along.
The elves a thousand years ago were like this, and the elves a thousand years from now will be like this.
Although their magical knowledge is powerful, it is only an inheritance from ancient times. From culture to clothing, the elves have not changed at all after countless years.
They rejoice in this eternity, believing it to be a symbol of firmness and nobility, and believe that changeability means vulnerability.
But once upon a time, humans had conquered far more land than elves.
Yes, they still can't stand side by side with the elves, and their magic is immature and ridiculous. Any young elf can easily become a human magic mentor-but how long will this advantage last?
Unparalleled adaptability here.
In the face of this enterprising spirit.
How long can the elves remain aloof?
"by--"
"In the name of humanity!!!"
"All!" the leading knight shouted, raising his sword high, his armor shining in the brilliance of the flames.
"charge!!"
The scarred door was opened.
Like a flash flood that has accumulated for a long time, like the melted winter snow in early spring flowing down from the top of the mountain.
They shouted, roared, and cheered for themselves hysterically.
Toward the darkness.
Launched a charge.
"Glory always accompanies me," the Imperial Knights shouted.
"The radiance of God helps me kill the enemy." The Paladins began to sing a war song.
It was pitch black outside the city walls, and the earlier flames had been extinguished hours ago, but no one backed down.
"In the name of humanity."
"Go to hell undead shit!"
The scattered torches formed a fiery red Milky Way on the dark ground.
The vanguard knights ran headlong into the undead army, and their roars filled the sky.
"Woooooooooooo——" The two surviving sentries on the city wall played the trombone in unison.
This was the signal for counterattack. The reserve troops quickly arranged their steps and rushed towards the city gate. The ghouls that had been wiped out by key massacres could not form any climate, while the more fragile undead were torn to pieces under the attack of heavy city defense weapons.
"Don't lose to those knights! Show the pride of the Laman Heavy Infantry Legion!"
The moment the arrow is shot, it leads to a bright future.
The undead's defeat was a foregone conclusion, and their already loose front line, which lacked the same level of combat effectiveness, was torn to pieces by the heavy cavalry.
The large ghouls with giant crossbows stuck in their bodies were all wiped out before they even had a chance to appear. Their huge bodies lay on the ground and merged with the ice and snow. When the overwhelming force, this heavy cavalry was digging into the ground. After passing through the array of walking undead, infantrymen holding spears poured out from the city gate.
"God grant us glory!"
The shouting Paladins could not erase the light even in the darkness. They sang hymns and their armor shone, as if they had finally answered their call.
In the sky that had gradually brightened from the beginning, a ray of white-gold dawn broke through the clouds and projected down.
"OK!!!"
"kill!!!"
"We are going to win!!"
The earth-shaking cheers injected a lot of strength into everyone, and when wisps of dawn broke through the clouds and formed a line, they finally turned into a golden brilliance.
No need to explain, everyone understands.
They won.
The remaining undead scattered into the Bao Forest, whether they were summoned by the witch or for some other reason.
"Don't chase the poor!" Henry shouted loudly to stop those who wanted to pursue immediately.
And amidst everyone's cheers of victory.
Only Horno looked at these humans with a complicated expression.
"Is it possible that one day, elves like us will stand in the position of their opponents?"
"And until then, what should we do?"
The faint words were quickly covered by cheers, and the bright sunshine filled the entire land like a clear sky after rain.
The dark clouds covering the sky began to dissipate and shrink, and the golden light that quickly reappeared filled every inch of land near the small town of Scotti.
Telling and singing.
This is a victory for humanity.
