After all this was arranged, Duke Mandreid waited patiently for his prey to fall into the trap - he also knew that it was unlikely that the opponent would be completely blocked with this group of light troops alone. But if he was just asked to delay the opponent for a while, he could still be confident that he could do it. When the messages sent back by his scouts were getting less and less, the Duke understood that the enemy had arrived!

When facing the blocking troops of the Sigma Empire, Rest's attack speed was almost consistent with the marching speed. The equipment loaded in the black caravan had not been activated yet, and the fast infantry cannons tied behind the skeleton warhors had not been removed. Even the formation of the main force was not unfolded. Just the forward vanguard, a group of ghost scorpion mantis with claws charged in one round. Those fragile human bodies and fragile wooden buildings became fragments. The temporary defense buildings built by the militia that Duke Mandreid tried to play any role at all.

The momentum of Rest's army has been maintained until the real line of defense of Duke Mandreid. The brisk skeleton cavalry and the vultures they carried have long since reconnaissed everything around. Four strongholds, two destroyed roads, a very small number of garrisons and hidden main forces. All of this was known by Rest.

"What a cunning guy." Rest snorted. After obtaining enough information, Rest, who had rich practical experience, quickly understood Duke Mandreid's tactical conception. Then he snorted coldly and said such words.

Immediately, the undead army divided into six groups, and a total of six divisions were sent out by Rest, attacking the six key points at the same time. The battle broke out immediately.

The first round of the battle began at the three-way intersection on the west side of Ostermach. The emperors, who used simple logs and wooden fences to form obstacles, held longbows, compound bows, crossbows and muskets, were ready for battle. These emperors and archers came from the elites of each priest. Many of them were sharpshooters who had been through the Yang in a hundred steps. In order to maximize their firepower advantages, the principality spared no expense to equip these soldiers with war horses so that they could increase their mobility.

These soldiers from various principalities and whose clothing styles are different are usually separated according to the region and gathered together in companies. While skillfully maintaining the crossbows and muskets in their hands, they quickly and whispered something. Occasionally, people who have a little louder voice will be stopped by the company captain's glare. These soldiers who are usually not armed or equipped with breastplate exuded a fierce aura all over their bodies. You can tell at a glance that they are soldiers who have experienced many battles.

Of course, there are also some out of place among them. They either remain as dull as corpses, or they are full of anger, staring at everyone. Their mental state is always uneasy, and occasionally some movements will make them nervous for a long time.

They were the remnants of the garrisons from Osterland, Steelland, Ivey, and Weissenland. Their homeland had been occupied by evil heresy. But these poor homeless people still did not give up on fighting.

In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, these hatred and emotionally unstable guys are as dangerous as **. If you leave them alone, God knows what they will do. So usually, the commanders of the empire will group them together as suicide squads... or cannon fodder.

Near the first fence, several sharpshooters from the Principality of Hock were talking in a low voice, and from time to time, looking at them with a mixed look of contempt and sympathy, a group of death Jack company from Steerland. The oldest of them, who had participated in several border conflicts with Sylvania, were teaching their younger generations, and he said:

"I have fought several tough battles with those dogs. The skeletons have very bad equipment. They have little meat, so crossbows and other things are usually shot through the cracks of their bones. Unless they use special magic arrows, the damage they can cause to them is very limited. So when fighting against them, large-caliber muskets can have better results. So, you little kids are all serious.

In addition, these types of people usually attack at night - their night vision abilities are very good, which we can't compare to. So wait until the night is alert and don't sleep to death. Otherwise, it will delay the matter..."

His remarks made other soldiers nodded, and it seemed to be true. This is a sad thing. This old guy still regarded the Sylvanian army as the army ten years ago, relying on a large amount of cannon fodder to fight at night. This is also the usual impression of soldiers who have not fought with the Sylvanian army. In order to ensure morale and know the true situation, the officers did not deliberately correct their views.

After hearing the veteran's remarks, the remnant of a Death Jack Company snorted coldly. Just as he was about to say something, another person grabbed his arm. He suddenly straightened his body, and his remaining left arm immediately held the hilt of the sword. Then he turned his head and relaxed when he found out. He knew the other party's intentions and sat back again, continuing to stare at the sky blankly - then he suddenly stood up and turned over the musket bracket next to him.

"The enemy is here! Get ready for battle quickly!" he shouted. Then, the other defeated soldiers around him jumped up suddenly. He prepared the equipment as quickly as possible, and then took a warning attitude.

Seeing these betrayal dogs posing, the other soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help but burst into laughter. It was a shame that these nerve-wracking dog wastes were in the same trench as such a guy. Hahaha... Among them, the veteran who just said: "The Undead Army likes night battles" laughed the most. He felt that this could also become an argument that proves his excellentness. At the same time, he also decided to add this matter to the future when telling stories to the recruits.

But soon, they couldn't laugh—the sound of footsteps coming from afar, the uniform footsteps that made people afraid of resonance, were no one except the mechanical undead troops.

As the voice got closer, the soldiers of the Emperor** who looked a little embarrassed also turned over and stood up. They began to reorganize into columns, deployed crosswise like chessboards in front of obstacles. Several precious light cannons were also pulled over and joined the array of the garrison troops after a little debugging.

Then, the ghost scorpion mantle with fangs and claws slowly walked out from the other end of the horizon. A total of 120 ghost scorpion mantle were lined up and stopped five hundred meters away from the Emperor** defense line.

The black metal carapace shining in the summer sun, the red eyes that exuded an ominous aura, the huge sickle, the magic attack device equipped on the back and two machine guns... All of this exceeded the imagination of the Emperor's soldiers, making the Emperor's soldiers who originally thought that the Sylvanian soldiers were inferior cannon fodder speechless.

"Prepare for battle! Cannons load solid bullets! Break the shells of those monsters!"

After all, the officers had better psychological qualities. They quickly got shocked and issued such orders - this distance, musket, crossbow and workpiece could not hit the other party... In fact, even if they hit the other party, the effect it could play is still to be discussed - then it would be better to use artillery. Look, how simple and correct logic is.

The ghost scorpion mantles lined up in line with the slanted sunlight did not take the next move after their shock appearance. They stood there, quietly waiting for the other party's cannon to be reloaded, and then fired - the hot projectiles cut through the air, and three of them shot. Only one shell hit the ghost scorpion mantle, and then made a muffled "pass" sound, then bounced back from the scorpion mantle's shell, jumped twice on the destroyed mud and sand of the roadbed, and then stopped.

From beginning to end, the ghost scorpion mantis shot in Taichung did not move at all. The slender limbs that looked quite thin were not broken due to the huge force, and the body did not shake. Many emperors even looked hard, then rubbed their eyes and looked hard, and finally finally admitted helplessly that the ghost scorpion mantis shot without any dent, and even had no paint wipes off...

"Damn, what kind of monster is this?!" The emperors and the soldiers took a breath. At this time, the ghost scorpion mantis attacked their defense line. While the arthropods swung rapidly and advanced extremely quickly, the magic attack device installed in the center of their carapace began to operate. A large number of dark blue fireballs shot over quickly, and then exploded, making a loud loud noise, bombing the battlefield arranged by the emperor to pieces.

At a closer distance, the machine gun loaded on the Scorpion Mantis began to spit out flames, and a total of 240 machine guns were fired together, forming an impenetrable metal firepower net. All the soldiers who could not dodge were swept into sieves.
Chapter completed!