Through the eyes of the undead, Li Ziyu observed the city-state of Taker and sighed to Zhang Peng, Liu Xingxing and others beside him.
With the help of the magic scroll, the magic protective shield of Taker City State has basically become a decoration. Every time the protective shield is raised, Li Ziyu can find the nodes, and then destroy those protective shields by attacking the nodes.
The further inside, the higher the level of the magic shield, the greater the number of nodes, the higher the frequency of node switching positions, and the more sufficient energy and special effects.
The living space is being compressed step by step, causing the rat people living in Takel to feel increasingly panicked.
Under extreme panic, one will become hysterical, but instead develop an inexplicable courage.
Tucker civilians began to board the city. They no longer expected those useless soldiers, but wanted to take up weapons themselves to resist the attack of the undead.
This adds a lot of trouble to the undead.
Ten days have passed since the attack on Tucker, and the undead army has advanced to the last layer of defense in Tucker.
As long as this place is captured, Tucker will fall and become the fourth city-state captured by Li Ziyu.
In order to capture Taker, Li Ziyu asked Zhang Peng to sell a lot of props, all of which were influenced by the magic scroll.
He found that it was easier to gain an advantage through those props.
Previously, Li Ziyu's thinking was somewhat rigid, and she only thought about pushing forward through the Army of the Undead.
In fact, this is not necessarily the case. Many time-travelers have developed very well. They sell various resources and props. This is an advantage unique to time-travelers.
As time goes by, it will become increasingly difficult for the indigenous people to resist the traversers.
"Boss, reinforcements from the other side are coming!" Zhang Peng, who was in a daze behind Li Ziyu, said suddenly.
"Huh? Where?" Li Ziyu suddenly looked back.
Zhang Peng's eyes became lively, and he pointed to the distance and said to Li Ziyu, "There are a lot of people over there, hundreds of thousands of them, and they are very well-equipped."
Li Ziyu immediately mobilized his undead eyes and flew in the direction of Zhang Peng's finger.
After the Eye of the Dead flew high in the sky for a while, it saw a black shadow.
Getting closer, I finally saw clearly, it was indeed the Rat Man Legion!
Hundreds of thousands of Ratmen gathered together, forming a dark sea of people.
There are many flags erected in the legion, and the patterns on each flag are different. It gives a sense of déjà vu as an ancient lord went out with his private soldiers.
What really caught Li Ziyu's attention was the equipment of this rat army.
He saw many types of Skaven soldiers that he had never seen before, and saw many Skaven equipment that he had never seen before.
They are all elite!
Li Ziyu realized immediately that the rat men's elite were finally dispatched.
Back then, the Ratmen relied on their clan's strength to fight against Batubu and the Traveler Alliance where he belonged, and won a great victory.
Although the time that the time traveler came to this world was relatively short at that time, it had not yet developed.
But there were a lot of time-travelers in the alliance at that time, and even so, none of them could defeat the Ratmen.
This already explains the problem.
As a powerful tribe in the central area, the rat people are definitely not simple.
After such a period of development, the undead tribe under Li Ziyu has formed a climate, and he is no longer as afraid of the rat people as before.
But it doesn't mean that Li Ziyu will look down on the rat people.
Li Ziyu could easily win the several city-states ahead.
He knew very well that the reason why he was able to quickly capture those city-states was not because the Undead tribe really had the ability to crush the Ratmen tribe, but because of a combination of many reasons.
The Ratmen are currently facing a two-way war, fighting against the trolls and harpies at the same time. This has caused the Ratmen's armies to be concentrated on these two sides, leaving the interior relatively empty.
The undead clan launched the attack suddenly, without giving the rat people much time to prepare.
Those three city-states are almost all focused on commerce, and their own defenses are relatively weak.
The combination of various reasons allowed Li Ziyu's undead army to take over the city-state so smoothly.
Now the rat people have reacted and begun to organize their troops to fight, which means that the real war has just begun.
For example, this rat army is rushing to the city-state of Taker. You can feel the strength of the opponent from its momentum and equipment.
They have cavalry, artillery carts, catapults, engineering vehicles, heavy armored infantry, heavy armored cavalry... many types of arms.
The effect of coordinated operations of various arms far exceeds the combat capabilities of a single arm.
There is still a long way to go before the rat army reaches the city-state of Taker, which is enough for Li Ziyu to prepare.
"Leave two million beetle-clad men to continue besieging the last level of Tucker. Don't let them out."
"The rest of the undead gathered, the soul-born insectoids stood at the front, followed by the armored insectoids..."
Orders were issued in an orderly manner.
The undead besieging the city-state of Taker immediately took action.
The city-state of Thakur, the last line of defense, is on top of the city wall.
There are very few rat soldiers wearing regular army armor here, and there are more civilians wearing civilian clothes. Most of them are covered in blood, their faces are covered with mud, and their hair is stuck together with sweat, just like a group of beggars.
They had been fighting with their lives for two days. Even if they relied on the city wall, they suffered heavy damage.
This is because the city-state of Taker is outstanding in defense and has always been thinking about what to do if an enemy attacks, so that the civilians can also have a chance to resist the undead.
Otherwise they would have been breached long ago.
The two days of fighting had left them exhausted, both physically and mentally. They had almost reached their limits.
The attacks of the undead never stop, from day to night, and from night to day.
The attacks continued and never stopped.
The soldiers and civilians guarding the city had no time to rest at all, and even eating was a luxury.
They never thought that one day there would be such a high-intensity battle.
The protective shield has been broken three times and raised again three times. Every time the protective shield is broken, it is a bloody battle.
The undead have special methods to deal with the protective shield. It can take as short as one hour or as long as three hours, and the protective shield will be broken. This is also the only time that the soldiers and civilians who defend the city can rest.
The undead don't need to rest. They don't sleep or eat, and they just attack blindly.
The corpses of the undead below the city have piled up into a mountain, a high and raised mountain. The undead will step on the corpses of their companions and rush up the city wall.
If we continue, without the undead attacking, those who defend the city will be exhausted to death.
They had finally seen the madness of the undead.
"Huh? The shelling seems to have stopped."
The roaring sound gradually disappeared, and a rat man poked his head out of the bunker, looked at the sky, and said with some doubts.
The other ratmen also noticed this and raised their heads one after another.
Sure enough, those terrifying "fireworks" disappeared, and the protective shield disappeared again.
"Look, the undead are moving!"
"They're moving outside."
"The undead have retreated, we have won!"
"Oh! Victory!"
"Victory!"
The sharp-eyed rat man pointed at the undead that started to move outside and shouted.
The rat people looked around and saw the undead slowly evacuating.
Although they don't know why, the shelling has stopped and the undead are retreating. This is the best news for them.
victory!
This is a great victory.
All the Ratmen guarding the city cheered, crying with joy and shouting at the top of their lungs.
More and more undead are leaving, and they follow Li Ziyu's request and head to the assembly point to prepare for the next war.
After cheering for a long time, the rat people realized something was wrong.
Indeed, most of the undead have left, but there are still many undead who remain in place, and they still surround Tucker City.
"Why are there still undead that haven't left?"
"What are they going to do?"
"We rushed out and killed them. There aren't many of them left."
"You're crazy, they just look small, but there are actually a lot of them."
The rat men on the city wall looked at the undead that stayed to surround them and talked.
However, no matter what, the fact that the undead are not attacking for the time being is a good sign. They can at least take a break and no longer have to fight to the death.
They are too tired.
After cheering, their mood gradually stabilized, and fatigue emerged. The rat people, who had been relying on perseverance to support themselves, couldn't bear it anymore, and they lay staggering on the city wall.
Many people are already snoring when they lie down.
No matter what happens, we have to wait until they wake up.
"Commander, commander! Good news!" the messenger shouted, his tone full of joy, and rushed into the combat conference room.
The Ratman commander, who was studying with his subordinates on how to resist the undead, raised his head angrily and reprimanded loudly, "What are you doing, what are you doing, do you know where this place is? Guard! Drag him down!"
After days of fighting, not only did they fail to gain any advantage, but the living space was constantly squeezed by the undead. Seeing that Tucker was about to fall, the Ratman Commander's anger was no longer concealed.
Anyone who offends him will be stabbed by him.
Those subordinates who did not dare to express their anger looked at the ordering soldiers with pity.
Who doesn't know that the commander has a bad temper now, and if he comes to mess with him, isn't he looking for death?
Two guards stepped forward and took the orderer's arm, dragging him out.
The messenger struggled hard and shouted loudly, "Commander, I'm here to tell the good news! Don't kill me! I'm here to tell the good news!"
An angry look flashed across the commander's face, and he was about to scold him when he suddenly realized that the messenger was shouting good news, so he turned around in confusion and shouted to the guard who was about to drag the messenger out, "Wait a minute, take him away."
return."
The guard paused and dragged the orderer back.
Walking up to the messenger, the commander stared at him with bloodshot eyes and said word by word, "Tell me what happened. If you don't understand, I will kill you."
The messenger shuddered and said quickly, "Commander, the siege of the undead has stopped. Most of the undead have retreated, leaving only a part of the undead to besiege the city."
He spoke very fast, as if he was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, he would not have a chance to speak again.
"What?"
"impossible!"
"Can you say that again!"
The officers around the conference table stood up one after another, with expressions ranging from surprise to disbelief. However, they all stared at the messenger.
The rat-man commander seemed to have been hit by a sap on the head. He was a little dazed. He looked at the messenger and murmured, "Are you telling the truth?"
The messenger nodded vigorously, "Really, I saw it with my own eyes. The shelling outside has stopped. Commander, you can go and see for yourself!"
Whoops, all the ratmen present, including the ratman commander, rushed out of the conference room.
Sky!
Clear sky!
There was silence in my ears, and there was no longer that rumbling sound.
The undead bombardment has indeed stopped!
The commander stared at the sky for two seconds, pushed away the people around him, and ran towards the city wall like crazy.
The other officers reacted and ran towards the city wall behind the commander.
When we came to the city wall, we saw the Rat Man lying on the ground.
The commander looked stern and quickly stepped forward to check.
As I got closer, I heard thunderous snoring, and my heart immediately relaxed.
It turned out that he was not dead, but asleep.
Heaving a sigh of relief, the commander bypassed the sleeping soldiers and civilians, came to the top of the city, and looked out.
Originally, there were densely packed undead souls covering the earth outside the city wall. Although there are still there now, the number is no longer the same.
I quit, I really quit!
The undead have left!
Very good!
The commander relaxed, and the strength in his body receded like a tide, making his legs weak. When he was about to fall, he reached out and grabbed the city bricks, and then he stood firm.
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
Survived.
Crisis resolved...
Wait, something's wrong!
Where have the undead gone?
Why leave?
They were obviously going to take over the city-state of Taker, so why did they leave at this time?
It is unreasonable to withdraw troops suddenly.
There is no reason not to eat the food you put on your lips.
What happened to make the undead stop attacking so urgently and leave.
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It is a good thing for the undead to retreat, but it is abnormal to retreat so quickly and in such a hurry.
Something must have happened that caused the undead to evacuate in such a "panic".
enemy!
Yes, only the enemy can make them give up attacking Tucker in such a panic.
They need to face the enemy.
And in the ratman territory, the enemies of the undead...
Reinforcements!
Could it be that our reinforcements have arrived?!
The commander's eyes widened suddenly and he shouted to the officers beside him, "Reinforcements, where are our reinforcements?"
The officers were at a loss. You looked at me, I looked at you, but they didn't say anything.
They were still immersed in joy. When asked by the commander, they were immediately confused and didn't know how to answer.
Seeing that no one answered, the commander suddenly became angry and cursed, "What do you do for a living? You don't know where our reinforcements are? What are you standing here watching me do? Check it, go check it for me!"
Now the officer realized what he was doing, and immediately dispersed to inquire about the reinforcements.
It didn't take long for an officer to run over panting and tell the commander that the reinforcements were not far from the city-state of Taker.
At this time, the officer also realized why the undead retreated.
Because reinforcements are coming.
No, that's not right.
The undead didn't retreat, they went to meet the reinforcements.
The officers were not fools either. After figuring it out, they checked the direction in which the undead were retreating, which happened to be the direction from which the reinforcements were coming.
After the commander received the news, he was surprised at first, and then frowned.
The reinforcements are good news, not only easing the crisis in the city-state of Thakor, but also possibly defeating the undead army here.
At this time, he should cooperate with the reinforcements and attack the undead from both front and back.
However, looking at the rat men lying all over the city wall, the commander sighed helplessly.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.
The rubbish soldiers he led before were really useless, but the people who defended the city later were civilians.
You can let the civilians defend their city-state. This is a choice made out of fear, the last act of bloody courage.
But it would be nonsense to expect civilians to break out of the city walls and fight to the death with the undead.
These are civilians after all. They have not experienced military training. Their combat effectiveness is inherently worse than that of the regular army, and their morale is even more incomparable.
The most important thing is that even if he wants to lead others to rush out, civilians must dare to rush out.
The commander is helpless.
What he can hope for is that the reinforcements can defeat the undead, and preferably completely defeat the undead army.
After taking a deep breath, after fighting for several days, the residents of Tucker suffered heavy casualties. What he breathed into his nose was not fresh air, but a nauseating stench with a strong smell of blood.