The army of Sylvania's southern route conquered the cities and lands in the empire's confidant land, as if they had entered a no-man's land, crushing all those who dared to resist, those who did not dare to resist, those who fled, and those who surrendered were like ants. Such soldiers were terrified.

As the only force capable of fighting against Sylvania, the strength of the Imperial Marshal Franz is really not enough to see than the undead army like the sea.

The elite Rick guards under his command were only 3,000, the regular Emperor* team, and the combined mercenaries with strong combat power were about 40,000 to 50,000. The remaining militia troops with worrying qualities were 100,000. They were full of all the battles, and even a fraction of the enemy was not enough, so they naturally did not dare to fight against them.

The number of enemies is too large, the power is extremely strong, and the ability to control the captured territory is not bad. The Sylvanian officers are all outstanding people, and it is unimaginable to rely on guerrilla tactics to confront each other. Therefore, Marshal Franz quickly made up his mind to defend the city, the capital of the empire, the imperial capital, the Nünn, and the largest military-industrial city of the empire, are all big cities in the world, with high cities and deep pools, and there are also many food and supplies. The enemy will definitely not be able to conquer for a while.

However, after Franz decided on the tactics of defending the city, the officers who fought with Sylvania's undead troops, and finally returned from fleeing all looked extremely bad. No matter what their relationship, strategic thinking, or temper were like, they all told Franz in unison that siege was not a good idea.

This made Franz feel very strange: "My colleagues, I have also heard that the undead army has begun to pay attention to gunpowder weapons and equipment in recent times, and there are many excellent artillery under its command. But even so, there is no need to be afraid of becoming like this, right? The walls of Ultradorf are twelve meters thick, all of which are made of solid rocks, and are reinforced with countless magic. The Chaos Heresy also killed the city at that time. At that time, the Heresy concentrated hundreds of Chaos Hell Cannons to attack, but in the end they could not attack them?"

After hearing what the marshal said, the generals smiled bitterly one after another. Franz was puzzled. Then a general who had led his troops and survived fighting Sylvania replied:

"We are not afraid of enemy artillery, or other gunpowder weapons. We also know that the walls of Ultradorf are tall and strong. The city artillery and defensive forces have accumulated enough food and grass. But I think this is not the reason why we can stop the other party-

The undead army has a large number of dragons and built gargoyles. Of course, this is not the most terrifying one - they have hundreds of thousands of ghosts under their command, and those ghosts are different from the virtual ghosts we know in traditional sense. They can attack like real entities.

At that time, I was guarding my city, and was defeated by the opponent's huge air force. They launched an attack in the sky, then descended from the sky, landed inside and outside, and cooperated with the attack inside and outside. This left us with no way."

"Is the air force... it's really troublesome." Franz frowned and thought for a while. However, he still insisted on his own opinion and firmly defended the city's tactics. Without waiting for others to persuade him, he said first:

"I think we should still guard the cities of Ultradorf and Nunn. Even if the other party has a group of flying troops, we cannot give up our advantages... After all, think about it, the difficulties we have to face when defending the city are only the enemy's air force. But if we want to engage in field battles or positional wars, we have to face the main force of the undead army. What do you think?"

After thinking about it, the generals and officials felt that the current situation was indeed as Franz said. Although defending the city was bad, field battles seemed to be worse, and the two harms were the least... However, after confirming this conclusion, no one felt happy. This feeling was like a death row in prison, and a slash in the head was cut in half, and 3,600 slashes were all killed. It was just a result of the death row...

For a moment, there was a silence in the Ultradorf military camp, and the generals smiled bitterly. The air seemed to condense.

Seeing this situation, Franz felt a headache. At this moment, these generals had not surrendered or fled, which was enough to prove their courage and loyalty. But in this case, when everyone felt desperate, relying solely on courage and loyalty, it can only make the heroic story of later minstrels of heroic failure, which can be said to be absolutely impossible to win.

So, Marshal Franz decided to cheer up these generals:

"Dear colleagues! Don't be so discouraged." Franz said: "Don't forget that our mission is to guard, not to defeat Sylvania's army, and we don't need to do that. As long as we can block the opponent's army for a period of time, and when His Majesty the Emperor leads the army south and defeats the undead partial army, then the crisis of Ultradorf will be solved."

However, although Franz said it well, the generals were not as optimistic as him.

Wait until His Majesty the Emperor defeated the "partial division" of the undead? This difficulty is probably not inferior to the guardian Ultradorf? The one who commanded the "partial division" was Vared, the most popular soldier in recent years.

Feng.

Castein. This grandfather has fought countless big and small battles since his debut, but he has not suffered any loss at all. No matter how thorny his head is, he will die. Although his Majesty is also a long-time general for many years,...

Franz didn't notice the awkward atmosphere in the barracks for a moment, and was still telling his own opinions:

"Vared von Castein is such a big name, but he made a big mistake. He dared to divide his troops in two groups when fighting against the empire. This gives us the opportunity to defeat one by one. He made this decision, probably not worthy of his name..."

When the generals heard Franz say this, they felt a little amused and amazed. Their troops were under one million, and their troops were more than all the troops in the Sigma Empire combined. In this case, it was a fool who did not divide the troops.

After saying this for a while, Franz looked at the situation, and the generals still bowed their heads and said nothing, and no one agreed with him. He also felt a little boring, so he asked the generals to disperse and prepare.

Seeing that all the generals left, Franz, who had originally seemed full of confidence, collapsed on the seat and felt an abnormal headache:

"Millions of troops? Dragons? A built-in air force? It's just unguarded... How can I fight this battle?! I can't say that I really have to give this life here... I just hope that Your Majesty can defeat another enemy army... No, even if I can't defeat them, as long as I can fight almost the same and negotiate with them, it's good to at least protect some territory."

However, after witnessing the amazing military power of the undead army with his own eyes, Marshal Franz did not even dare to rise up this little extravagant hope...

The vast ocean of gray and white that could not be seen surrounded all sides, surrounding the entire Altdorf in the middle - Marshal Franz was unwilling to give up running from one wall to another, but he saw the same scenery.

There is no end at a glance, boundless, endless, endless, endless... The endless army of undead was like a vast ocean, and it rushed directly to this small island called Ultradorf. It seemed as if it could be submerged at any time.

Even Marshal Franz, who had fought with the terrifying heretic Chaos for a lifetime, had never seen such a terrifying scene. From the twelve-meter-high city wall of Otdorf, looking at the turret six meters high with a monocular lens, he could not see the end of the undead army. The thickness of this army seemed to have extended to the horizon... Generally speaking, only the ocean can do this.

"This is... a lunatic..."

What came with the army of undead was heavy, covering the clouds in the sky. Under the action of the dim light, the pressure brought by the endless army of undead doubled, making Franz feel like the arrival of doomsday.

In fact, this sense of oppression is exactly the effect the undead army hopes to achieve. The undead army has no morale burden, which does not mean that the vampire commanders will not play tricks to suppress the morale of the other party. But the facts have proved that this little trick is extremely effective. It seems that commanders like Franz have been affected, let alone other low-level officers and soldiers.

Even the bravest soldiers were terrified after seeing this scene. Most soldiers had pale faces, couldn't stop trembling, and even couldn't hold their weapons.

Logically speaking, seeing that one's own military power is so powerful, just one appearance can make the enemy's position scared, and any commander will feel physically and mentally comfortable. But there is a premise here. That is, the person who commands this army is a "soldier". Is the commander of this undead army a soldier?

Of course not.

"It's really... I hope to end this sooner... Let's start the attack."

The vampire Count who was so tired of the life of marching and fighting over the past few months, Kodmus, the patriarch of the Nirakochi family, frowned and issued an order in a rather unhappy tone. Unfortunately, he was not a soldier, but a scholar who had no interest in military affairs and devoted himself to magic and technology research. Of course, this may be why Vared boldly handed over nearly a quarter of Sylvania's troops to him.
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