Erza and Amber crossed the Raven River on horseback, and were startled just after crossing the stone bridge.
It's like a big garbage dump and barracks. A three-layer roadblock made of desks, door panels and wardrobes was used to seal the intersection. Militiamen guarded the intersection.
Behind the barricade, the wide square was filled with old people and children.
Groups of residents were divided into teams. They made simple flags out of cloth and wooden strips, and everyone carried one on their backs. What is written on the small flag is a combination of a letter and a number.
Like busy worker bees and ant colonies, they smashed open the houses around the square, swarmed in and moved out furniture, food and everything that could be used as weapons.
At the same time, more people gathered from all directions like a tide.
"What did Griffith do!?" Erza was shocked, "Why did this place become like this?"
Not far from them, some people who looked like liars were standing on a makeshift stage, shouting to the residents who had just arrived from other neighborhoods:
"The zombies are coming to eat our brains!"
"Do you know? Old White's family was all eaten! Old White himself was bitten to death in front of his home. Then he turned into a monster and ate his wife, parents. Then he ate his three-month-old child!"
The residents in the audience let out a burst of exclamations.
"When Old White was caught by the knight, he was still chewing his son's fingers and then digging out his brain with his fingers!"
Someone in the audience was frightened and fainted.
At the table on the other side, a reliable-looking uncle was speaking in a steady voice. He pointed to a balcony beside the square:
"Have you seen the open sky and the curtains floating outside?
"That is the gentleman's family who was killed. Respectable gentleman, please allow me to avoid his name. The family was having dinner when the monster rushed in and ate his three-month-old wife in front of the gentleman.
"Yes!" someone in the crowd shouted, "I was hiding on the roof, and I heard his wife's screams!"
"I was downstairs, and I saw the gentleman rushing to rescue his wife, but several zombies caught him and forced him to watch the whole process..."
Horrifying and shocking stories are circulating. The entire square was filled with frightened and trembling residents. They huddled together holding their children, desperate and helpless.
"What is Griffith doing!" Erza growled through gritted teeth, "How could he allow panic and rumors to spread."
At this moment, bursts of cheers suddenly erupted from the square. Almost everyone stood up and looked over there.
Cheers followed one after another. Finally, a knight in fine armor appeared at the end of the street. He held his lance high, with the head of a monster on the lance head.
Behind him, someone held a flag. The flag depicts a white falcon fluttering its wings.
Someone in the crowd immediately cheered: "The White Eagle Knight is here! We are saved!"
"He just went to the city public school and saved a thousand people from hundreds of monsters!"
"His lance is a holy lance blessed by the princess. It can kill a hundred enemies with one shot!"
The rumors grew more and more outrageous, and the crowd's frenzy reached a fever pitch when Griffith showed up.
He raised his lance, and the horse walked gracefully with dressage steps, and once again jumped onto the pool in the square!
"Citizens! You know me!" Griffith shouted in the dense crowd in front of the stunned Erza and Amber.
"Griffith Knight!"
"The Knights of the White Eagle sent by Bayeran to save us!"
"Princess Charlotte's guardian knight is here to protect us!"
Amber rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen an illusion. She asked Erza: "Who is Princess Charlotte? Does our country have this princess?"
Erza looked at her with a complicated expression, but she didn't say what she wanted to say.
Among the cheering crowd, Griffith shouted again: "Citizens! Take up your weapons, follow me, and save your families from the clutches of the terrible monster!"
"Follow the Griffith Knights!"
"Follow the flag of the White Eagle!"
The militiamen behind Griffith chanted together, and then the whole square responded with a tsunami.
After delivering a simple speech, Griffith jumped into the pool and walked towards the Executive Hall. The excited crowd cheered enthusiastically and tried to catch up with him, but was stopped by the militiamen.
"Citizens, take up arms! Go to the registration office to register and take up arms!" A man who was obviously an official shouted through a microphone, and the crowd immediately jumped into action.
Erza and Amber, who looked shocked, immediately rushed to the Lower City Administration Hall.
The place was as busy as boiling hot water, with groups of officials, businessmen and people dressed as militiamen walking around.
There are also words written in chalk on the doors of different rooms, including "food", "weapons", "rescue", "militia A", "militia B", etc. There are more than a dozen categories in total.
Griffith's office is in the conference room on the second floor. Many people trotted in and out, reporting to him the attack that had just occurred and the status of the militia.
Griffith was surrounded by a large crowd around the table. He looked at the map and was writing and drawing with a charcoal pencil in his hand.
"Transfer Team C here," Griffith knocked on the table, "Inform Herod to lead his Team B to attack from the Night Temple. We can cut off the reinforcements from the living zombies."
"The Ruiwen Commercial Building is in danger!" One person replied, "Many civilians were unable to retreat and hid there to ask for support."
Griffith wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It doesn't matter, as long as Herod launches an attack, everything will be fine."
A young monk whispered beside him: "Knight, Sheriff Herod, he..."
"The Sheriff can't attack!" The man wearing the mayor's armband suddenly shouted, "He doesn't have enough troops!"
The office was quiet for a second. Griffith raised his head and glanced around with tired eyes. Suddenly, he spotted Elsah Amber standing at the door.
"I've been waiting for you!" The commander of the reserve assault squadron jumped up, "Follow me quickly!"
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"So, you worked all night and gathered most of the residents together?" Erza leaned on her chair and asked with a tired look.
"Yes, most of the residents are now concentrated in five main positions. Although living corpses keep appearing and attacking, and the situation was very critical at the beginning, we finally completed the preliminary fortifications and guarded the intersection. We are now Build a temporary arrow tower." Griffith said in a hoarse voice, feeling a little exhausted, while bringing biscuits to the two of them.
Amber grabbed the biscuit and took a bite. She found that it was made by boiling olive oil, honey, sesame seeds, dates and other sweet foods, then drying and slicing them.
Hey~ Only Griffith can eat this! Amber put down the biscuits and asked: "I found that panic news is spreading. Many of them have even reached the level of rumors. The residents are frightened. Aren't you going to stop it?"
"Stop? Why?" Griffith asked doubtfully.
With the help of two reinforcements, at noon on the 31st, after Griffith and the others repeatedly fought with the living corpses, the defense line was finally initially stabilized. The exhausted three returned to the lounge, slumped on chairs and talked.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Lanzada came in wearing several men.
"Your Excellency Knight, your bird has arrived."
"Come here," Griffith waved happily and took out a money bag from under the table.
Amber looked up and saw that the liar in the square, the reliable uncle, and even a few people shouting in the crowd had come in. They looked at Griffith with fawning looks on their faces.
"You did a good job." Griffith threw the small money bags to them.
"You're well rewarded, Sir Knight." The swindlers rubbed their hands together happily.
"Continue your work," Griffith continued. "The focus of the next propaganda will still be the zombies killing our kind citizens and causing tragedy; but this time, we will add the battle stories of our heroic militia."
"It's up to you, it's up to you." The scammers agreed in unison.
"Go down." Griffith waved his hand and sent them out.
Only Lanzada and the two extraordinary ladies were left in the room, staring at each other. The novice monk first saluted Amber, then saluted Erza respectfully. At the moment when their eyes met, he seemed to have a look of surprise.
"Do you have any suggestions for the next work?" Griffith looked at them and asked a question quietly.
No one paid any attention to him.
Griffith had to ask the question again.
"Why use scary rumors and liars?" Amber asked. "It adds to the confusion."
"Yes, chaos," Griffith replied, "but the situation is already very chaotic, and the cultists have taken the lead. From last night to now, we have been under continuous attack, and our enemies have prepared a shocking scale. Layout."
"So you want to create chaos and bring the cultists back to the same starting point as us?" Lanzada looked back and asked in a polite and respectful tone.
"The same starting point is no longer possible. We are now waiting for the cult group to fight. They will definitely use amazing methods," Griffith said, "However, infecting the entire city must have been premeditated by them. If If the residents are left at home, the door will not protect them. The living zombies will break open the doors of the citizens' homes and infect them all."
Erza nodded: "I understand. The defensive position is an isolation point where you isolate civilians from the plague, in order to slow down the production of living corpses. In order to drive everyone out of unsafe homes, you used By deception and fear. By the same means you get them to join the militia and fight back."
Griffith looked proud, raised his hands and said:
"A great man once said that fear and interest are the best motivations for people to act."
The sky was gloomy and there was no sunlight. Griffith's wild movements drew a long dark silhouette on the wall, illuminated by the candlestick on the table. At this moment, fear is his weapon and chaos is his ally.
Amber objected in a low voice: "You look like a villain."
"What's wrong, committing small evils in order to defeat big evils, this is the responsibility of courage." Griffith said.
Lanzada nodded excitedly, his violet eyes sparkling, his face full of admiration and adoration, almost applauding him.
Amber was speechless, crossed her arms and sighed: "It's always bad to lie to people, it will make you look like a bad man."
"That depends on the situation and cannot be generalized," Griffith said nonchalantly, "Amber, you haven't been deceived by a man yet."
Everyone present looked at Griffith and fell into silence. Amber blushed on the spot, Erza sighed slightly, and Lanzada lowered her head.
"So, what should we do next?" Erza asked, "Amber and I are about to return to the city hall, which has also been attacked many times, and a large-scale offensive is brewing."
"You go ahead," Griffith said calmly. Although his throat was hoarse and his eyes were dark, he looked energetic. "Thanks to your support, my defense line has been initially established. After a while, As long as the arrow towers are erected, the defense capabilities of the militiamen will be greatly improved."
"Are you sure you can hold on?" Amber looked at him with concern. "The situation has changed drastically now. It will be difficult for Extraordinary people to come here to support you in a short time. However, there is a constant stream of living corpses, and Extraordinary people will also have a moment when their physical strength is exhausted."
"Continuously?" Griffith snorted, raised a finger and shook it, "After the residents were taken in by me, I set up twelve recruitment points and recruitment stations, and the militiamen were quickly recruited and organized."
He stood up, came to the window, and waved his hand toward the window. Under the barricades, small merchants, craftsmen and coachmen who took up arms were fighting against the advancing zombies. Every time there was a casualty, two people immediately came to make up the place. They dragged away the dead and treated the injured.
"Look!"
Griffith said confidently:
“Living corpses are taking casualties every moment.
"And my militia is endless!"
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