A convoy of carts carrying military supplies came from the center of the town. There were large bundles of bows and arrows and kerosene on the shelves, and makeshift shields made of wooden boards and iron sheets were stacked on top of each other. Some cars also carry freshly made bread and soup.
Midianmeiya opened a bread tin and found that the freshly baked whole wheat bread exuded an attractive aroma and even felt a little hot to the touch. There are large chunks of beef floating in the stew of carrots and potatoes. If you dip it in bread, you will squeeze out the fragrant soup when you take a bite.
Griffith asked everyone to take their own: "At the beginning, we all thought that the battle would last for a long time. Now it seems that the winner will be decided within a day or two. It is not that the cult group killed most of the citizens. Complete A kind of sacrifice, we go straight to their nest and uproot them.
"So, supplies are no longer so tight all of a sudden. I told Lansada and the Military Council that the final battle is just around the corner. Let them work hard to raise supplies last night, which can basically meet today's needs."
Hundreds of militiamen were mobilized and moved large amounts of weapons and supplies to the river bank. There were many rafts parked there, and supplies were being carefully carried onto them.
Before anyone could ask any questions, Griffith explained, “These rafts were originally intended for evacuation.
"The Raven River leads directly to the sea, and many people usually use boats and rafts to travel between the city and the port. Some residents found that they might have nowhere to escape, so they prepared some rafts. They could use these to escape to the sea as a last resort. Waiting for rescue, after all, living corpses can't swim. It's very smart, I didn't even think of it.
"Of course, I took them when I found them. Hey, Lanzada, how are you getting ready?"
The trainee monk who was busy by the river immediately ran over: "According to your instructions, we gathered most of the boats and rafts we could find. It is more than enough to transport 400 militiamen, and there is still a lot of load space for loading materials."
Griffith said: "The number of militiamen can be reduced as appropriate, and some pikemen can be reduced, but bows, arrows and kerosene must be brought as planned.
"After we set off, the military committee will make every effort to arrange the second round of transportation."
"Understood, Your Excellency Knight!" Lansada immediately ran away to convey his opinions to the busy citizens beside the raft.
"What materials are you transporting?" Ophelia asked.
"You will see it soon," Griffith smiled as he unfolded the map. "When I was forming the vehicle formation, I was thinking about how to make my militia have both combat effectiveness and mobility. Now, I am ready. Answer."
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From the map, the Raven River divides the city into two, flowing into the sea from east to west. After leaving the city and entering the countryside, the Raven River has some more tributaries.
Griffith led everyone, starting from the small port in the lower city, on a large number of rafts and boats, heading towards Raven's Cemetery. They turned into a small river that veered slightly northward and disembarked on a relatively flat river bank.
"Soldiers, unload the cargo!" Griffith shouted, pointing to the north and said, "Here, we are less than three miles away from the large tomb in Raven Cemetery! Midianmaiya, let us practice it The glorious tradition of the Bijalan Army!"
Raven Cemetery was now completely enveloped in darkness and gloomy green light, and indescribable howls echoed in the wilderness. On the endless black mud, the green liquid flows freely like a stream, carrying an unpleasant stench and the sound of corroding rocks and trees wherever it goes.
Large and small living corpses were scattered on the black soil, looking up at the sky with godless eyes.
This scene is really as ferocious and weird as the legendary hell.
In this thick darkness, the large tomb chamber was wrapped in lingering green light and mist, twitching like a heart on the hillside.
Griffith stared at this evil building, and soon he discovered that the frequency of his heartbeat began to converge with the frequency of the tomb's trembling. Waves of angina and fear arose spontaneously, and he hurriedly looked away and looked away.
"Don't look around. My magic eyes can see into the essence of magic. Leave it to me."
Ophelia's magic eye reflects magnificent ripples and fluctuations. She examined the darkness in the distance and said solemnly:
"The buildings here have been occupied and integrated by unknown organic matter, and have half of the biological characteristics. We can think of the large tomb chamber as the heart, and the green liquid river as the blood vessel.
"The black mud is absorbing nutrients from the land, but it is also capturing the lost souls and fallen flesh and blood of the dead. Part of it is used to supply the army of the undead, and the rest is concentrated in this place. If left alone, it will Grow and expand like a living thing.”
Midianmaiya took off his armor and coat, and with his muscular upper body naked, he helped the militiamen carry the supplies. He raised his head and glanced at the darkness in the distance before looking away:
"If, I'm just saying, if a densely populated city with strong guards like Raven is completely devoured by this thing, how will the kingdom and the Arcane Council plan to end it?"
Ophelia looked away and asked her companions: "Have you seen the Extermination Order?"
"No." Everyone present said in unison.
Miss Shutoral, who has strange eyes, raised her eyebrows: "If we don't stop this, maybe we can see him."
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Griffith and Meanmeier took action. Together with the militiamen, they parked the raft by the river and transported weapons and wood ashore. They then began digging at the shore.
The living corpses not far away discovered these humans and immediately went crazy.
"The living corpses are gathering!" Amber looked at the scene in the distance. "There is still a little distance between here and the tomb chamber, but the cult group will definitely concentrate their power to attack us."
"It's okay, wait until the living corpses are assembled and then tell me." Griffith grabbed a shovel and led the militiamen to dig the soil frantically. They piled mounds of soil half a meter high and a hundred meters long along the river bank, and then began to move the boats and rafts on the river bank ashore.
The zombie tide has gathered in the thousands. The cult group also left a lot of troops in its rear area. Although they are scattered and wandering among the wastelands and ruins, an indescribable will hangs over the black mud. When they discovered this human army of three to four hundred people, they immediately gathered together and formed a black mass on the slope in the distance, letting out crazy and ferocious howls.
"They've gathered!" Amber shouted, "They'll attack us soon!"
"It's okay. Let me know when they rush to 200 meters away!" Griffith kept moving. Together with Midianmaiya, he and the militiamen raised the rafts one by one, and inserted them into the rafts just now. Dig up the mound and then fill it with soil. Seeing the living corpses moving in the distance, the militiamen worked frantically, and the boats crossing the river suddenly turned into a double wall three to four meters high.
In less than an hour, an arc-shaped defense line along the river bank had begun to take shape.
The earth was roaring, and the tidal wave of corpses set off a maddening scream and rushed toward the shore.
"Speed up the construction!" Griffith continued to lead the people to build the arrow tower with prefabricated wood. The structure of the arrow tower is also very simple. There is no guard board or roof, just towers that are higher than the wooden walls. The militiamen then used wooden planks to build slopes for the upper and lower arrow towers, and carried large barrels of kerosene and bundles of arrows up.
Nearly four hundred militiamen set up an arc-shaped fortress in the open land on the river bank. The barrier uses the river bank as the fulcrum at both ends, and the wooden fence goes deep into the shallow river water. A three- to four-meter-high double-layered wooden wall was erected on the foundation of the arc-shaped earth fort. Behind the wooden wall were six simple and almost unprotected arrow towers. Wooden boards are used in the middle and upper position of the wooden wall to create a passage that is convenient for passing and standing. There are also several four-meter-wide slopes on the inside of the barrier for easy access.
Viewed from the air, a barrier like a moon was erected by the river.
All militiamen stopped construction and armed themselves. Together they guard this hundred-meter-long wooden wall. Half serve as marksmen or throw kerosene bombs, while the rest carry shields and melee weapons to serve as cover.
The militiamen were a little frightened at first, but when the wall was completed and the arrow tower took initial shape, they all nodded. Rather than having them hold shields and fight against living corpses at an open intersection, the tall wooden walls and arrow towers obviously gave them a strong sense of security.
"Climb the arrow tower and the wall!" Griffith ordered loudly.
The militiamen climbed onto the arrow towers one after another, or stood on the aisles built inside the wooden walls, holding crossbows and spears in hand and staring at the incoming corpses.
The ground was shaking violently, and even the gaps in the wooden walls were constantly falling with dust and broken soil.
A gray-brown line surges across the wasteland to the north, slowly enlarging in the field of vision. Rolling towards the shore wall.
"Holy light, how many monsters are there? One thousand? Or two thousand?" The soldiers standing behind the wooden wall couldn't help but tremble in their legs as they looked at the surging wave of monsters.
Midianmaiya counted silently and said calmly:
"four thousand?"
"What! Four thousand!?" Everyone present was shocked for a moment.
The militiamen who were busy building fortifications just now seemed to have swallowed gall. They felt a chill spreading throughout their bodies, their hands and feet were a little numb, and several even began to secretly look at the river behind them. However, all the ships had been moved ashore by Griffith to fill in the defense line, and now it was too late to escape.
Looking at their expressions filled with bitterness, Griffith felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
"Hahaha," Midianmaiya chuckled, slapping the dusty Griffith on the shoulder, "Use the river to march, the problem of mobility is solved, use boats and rafts to build the city, and within an hour the defense has been stabilized . Now the whole army has no way to retreat, and the only way to go is to fight to the end."
Griffith looked at the hastily built position and exhaled with satisfaction:
"The position is established and our army will win this battle."
