Chapter 338 Breakout
The red manticore battle flag wearing a golden crown fluttered in the bleak winter wind. The thick dark clouds were more gloomy than the ice of the World's Edge Mountains, blocking the eyes of the Ostermark people from looking at the sun.
No one knew whether it was night or day. The clocks had failed long before the undead suddenly took over the streets. Angelo could only guess that it was not yet dawn.
The Imperial General walked out of the war room, and the Grand Master of the Black Guard Swordsmen followed behind him. His monotonous steps echoed in the corridor, as stiff as a funeral.
Perhaps they should stick to their guns, adopt the safest tactics, repel waves of undead and wait for the imperial army to come for reinforcements.
However, the fall of a province has a huge impact on the outside world. Even if the entire Fifth Legion is wiped out, it is better than having all the people in the empire shrouded in the fear of the undead.
The sound of gunfire penetrated the loose wooden planks and reached the ears of the two "big men". It almost never stopped, and now it was time for the noise to reach its peak.
The monotonous pace lacked an echo.
"Imperial Sword Master" Simili whispered an order to the guard on the side:
"Wake up all the resting brothers. In the name of More, we should rush to More's garden."
He did not send General Angelo off again, but just watched him disappear around the corner of the corridor.
Angelo walked out of the corridor, bathed in gunpowder smoke and cold wind, and slapped the soldier on guard who was almost asleep to wake up.
He didn't pay attention to the other party's uneasiness, and just signaled the other party to blow the whistle and it was time to assemble.
There may be cowards who hide in the house and dare not come out, whether they want to come or not.
Of course, the charging trumpeter must come. Without the encouragement of the trumpet, the war is incomplete.
If they didn't play a nice tune, Angelo would come crawling back from More's garden, he swore.
The harsh whistle sounded throughout the military camp, and except for the soldiers stationed outside, all the soldiers in the military camp received the order.
Chaotic messages and shoutings were heard in an instant, and the huge crowd arrived at the assembly point in just a few minutes. They all wore chainmail and had their muskets ready.
The gunners who had not yet taken up their posts also wandered into the open space where they were gathering. Angelo had to kick them out of the ranks one by one and use the scabbard to drive them to the path leading to the artillery position.
Who the hell is going to set off cannons here?
Just expect their muskets to deal with vampires?
If you don't finish shooting the shells, will you give the blood-sucking devil an advantage?
Angelo would rather throw the cannonball into the river.
There are no war mobilizations or passionate speeches. Angelou can guarantee that when he opens his mouth, it will definitely be a depressing and pessimistic monologue.
What else is there to say?
They will all die, none of the boys will survive, and compared to their terrible lives, death is actually not that terrible.
Maul promised them sleep, provided the bitch-raised vampire didn't reawaken them.
What more can be said? Let them know that it was their general who brought them to the brink of death?
What a terrible decision. If it were twenty years ago, Angelo would definitely be dismissed from his position.
Now there is no one to yell at him.
Ha, who would think about how to be happy for the rest of their lives before joining the army?
A soldier's bounden duty is to obey orders. Angelo can guarantee that no matter what the reason is, the soldiers in the legion are willing to die with him. They have long known that this day will come sooner or later.
Of course, after the truth is announced, some people will definitely think that Angelo is a fool, an idiot who is greedy for success.
However, Angelo had to rush forward and not let the outside world know the truth and reality in the province, which would only lead to the misjudgment being infinitely magnified.
Who dares stand against an enemy who has laid waste to an entire province overnight?
Angelo fired a shot at Tianxu, driving away the remaining sleepiness of the soldiers with the sound of the gunshot in front of him.
It was just a injustice to those soldiers who had not had time to rest. The three hours of sleep and fighting were supposed to alternate, but now the rules were broken.
No one had a good night's sleep anyway, and they would get some sleep later.
The general raised his sword and roared louder than the organ, calling out the prelude to war:
"Prepare to break out!"
A feint attack means going all out, so that the great swordsmen of the Black Guard can have a chance to escape and deliver the letter to His Majesty.
Angelo walked slowly outside the camp. The weather almost made his mustache frosty.
His thick robes fluttered and trembled in the cold wind, but his courage did not tremble.
The rapid sound of the flute sounded like a reminder, and dozens of continuous bugles played the melodious and fast ditty farther away from the sound of gunfire.
As soon as the sound of the flute drifted away, the soldiers entered the state.
Even the cannonballs flying in the sky multiplied several times in an instant.
Angelo walked to the outer defense line, and along with the soldiers on the front line, he rushed towards the wave of skeletons rushing along the street to the music of charge.
What a bunch of useless dead people, they didn't even scratch the doors of the residents. If it were just this level of undead, Angelo could guarantee that he would advance to Utbad.
Hoarse spells suddenly descended, and whispers filled the ears of every warrior, but they were more like inconspicuous accompaniments than the charging horns of the Fifth Legion.
The halberdiers at the forefront ignored the vampire's curse and formed a military formation as before, pushing back the wave of undead.
Of course, their strength alone cannot repel the undead. The scattered but dense gunfire is their best assistant.
Every falling cannonball could blow up a piece of debris. When he realized that many of the cannonballs had landed on the building, Angelo wanted to turn around and take out the gunner and give him a beating.
Vampires are not demons. They also need slaves. They will not kill all humans. There are probably survivors in the house.
The most important thing is that citizens with Maur's faith are not so easily killed by the undead.
Of course, after a day of fighting, there may be the fewest survivors around the military camp.
The skeletons pulled up by the vampires for the first time failed to break through the military camp. The general was not sure whether the zombies after that came from the underground or from residential areas.
After all, vampires are not benevolent good people. It is a joke to expect them to abide by the unspoken rules of war. They will also massacre cities, or more commonly, kill half and leave the other half.
To the general's surprise, there were actually survivors. After hearing the trumpet sound, many local residents opened the door protected by Moore when the army passed by, and joined the army with weapons.
Everyone was shouting for the gods they believed in. Sigmar and Ulric were called frequently, and Tal and Maul also had equally fierce crowds.
But gods cannot share their love with everyone.
There seemed to be dozens of invisible objects flying by at high speed in the darkness. Angelo could not see their appearance clearly. He only saw rows and rows of soldiers who were crushed into bloody water by spells.