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Chapter 60: The First Wave of Attack
It snowed last night.
Under the pitch-black sky, the snow had begun to fall without warning, drifting down like pure white spirits dancing through the air.
By the next morning, Bianshu Town looked as if it had been wrapped in a thick white blanket — overnight, it had switched into full winter snow-scene mode.
Clive had already issued an emergency recruitment notice in the town square, offering daily wages to quickly gather a group of workers to clear the snow off the streets.
At the very least, the dirt road leading to the northern wall had to remain completely accessible.
Wooooooo—
From the north came the deep sound of a war horn — a signal from the scouts indicating they had discovered a large number of undead, and all forces needed to mobilize.
Everything happened so suddenly — the first wave of the winter offensive had arrived.
Owen quickly exited the castle, where soldiers were already waiting with his horse prepared. Taking the reins, he mounted swiftly and, with Mapel and several guards in tow, galloped toward the northern wall.
The snow on the wall’s passageways had already been cleared — the town militia had clearly organized snow removal very early.
Once atop the wall, Owen saw the militia, knight squads, and lizardmen troops all standing in position according to the pre-rehearsed battle plan. He nodded in satisfaction.
There was no confusion, no delay — a clear sign that all the training over the past weeks had paid off.
The militia gripped their spears tightly, the lizardmen held their long pikes, standing tall along the battlements. The knights had drawn their crossbows, ready to fire at any moment.
A side note — the lizardmen were wearing custom winter clothing provided and modified by Owen. Their tails were free to move, not covered.
Originally, they had only worn ragged pieces of animal hide, which Owen feared wouldn’t be enough to block the freezing northern wind. If any of them froze or became too cold to move properly, it could hinder their combat effectiveness.
As for armor, Owen didn’t provide any — the lizardmen’s natural scales already offered solid protection.
In addition, the firearm unit, composed of nine members, stood by with muskets loaded with lead bullets.
The five barrels made using the newly completed steam boring machine had already been assembled into working firearms and delivered.
Looking slightly northwest, Owen saw dense clusters of black figures emerging from the snowy field in the distance, surging like a dark tide toward the city walls.
A rough estimate — over a hundred undead monsters, most of them Undead Soldiers.
However, there were individual differences among the Undead Soldiers. Some, like those encountered previously, were nothing but bare skeletons. Others still had putrid, rotting flesh clinging to them — they were half-decayed corpses running on two legs.
Compared to skeletons, these rotting zombies had more strength and were far more agile.
Additionally, there were undead beasts in the form of wolves, dogs, and foxes.
[Kinda looks like Resident Evil, huh?]
Remarked Winston with a nostalgic tone.
Resident Evil? What’s that?
Owen shook his head and ignored Winston He walked directly over to Viscount Jarvis.
“What do you think? Can we handle an undead wave of this size?”
This was Owen’s first time facing a full-scale undead assault in winter, so he wanted to consult someone with more experience.
“Definitely not a problem.”
Viscount Jarvis didn’t even turn his head, eyes fixed ahead. In his hands, he held a musket gifted to him by Owen — an extra weapon, since the firearm squad was one person short.
“The number isn’t too large — we’ve dealt with undead hordes even bigger than this before.”
Owen frowned slightly — there were even larger hordes? These undead really were troublesome.
“Looks kind of creepy.”
Lusha said grimly.
He was holding a standard spear, not his usual giant axe.
The giant axe was indeed devastating in one-on-one combat, but swinging it on the wall risked accidentally hitting his teammates.
“While you all were still hiding in the forest, we’ve been battling terrifying undead every winter.”
Mapel remarked smugly, her tone carrying a hint of mockery.
“What did you just say?!”
Lusha glared at her and snapped.
“Before this wall was even built, our ancestors were already fighting those monsters to the death in the forests.”
“Enough! Silence — we’re in battle!”
Viscount Jarvis barked.
The two fell silent immediately and turned back toward the battlefield.
Owen also closed his mouth — he’d been about to tell them to stop but was beaten to it by the viscount.
Guided by barriers and blockades placed along the terrain, the undead horde gradually funneled toward the middle section of the wall. At the front of the charge were large numbers of rotting undead soldiers.
“Hurl the stones!”
Jarvis gave the command.
Messengers quickly relayed the order. Soon after, the four catapults mounted on the wall launched huge stones into the center of the oncoming horde.
He must’ve had his reasons for not using explosive charges — no need to waste them yet.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The rocks slammed into the undead ranks. The effect was… not ideal. Each rock hit fewer than five undead, and some that were knocked down quickly rose and resumed their charge.
The catapults needed time to reload before the next volley.
As the enemy approached firing range, Jarvis shouted:
“Open fire at will!”
After issuing the order, he himself raised the musket Owen had given him and took aim at the approaching undead.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Gunfire and bolts rained down — the first line of undead collapsed, momentarily slowing the enemy’s advance.
Those that weren’t outright destroyed remained down, trampled beneath the feet of the undead flooding in from behind.
After firing, Jarvis and the gun unit hurried to reload their muskets, while the knights re-strung their crossbows.
As the horde closed in, Kadir swallowed hard. He was extremely nervous, palms sweating profusely.
His grip on the weapon was getting slippery, so he quickly wiped his hands on his clothes, raised his spear again, and got into a thrust-ready stance.
“Don’t be nervous. Just do what the knight said — take a deep breath.”
Blue beside him.
Kadir followed his advice, taking a deep inhale and exhale — but his heart still pounded wildly. It didn’t help much.
He glanced sideways at Blue and noticed his hands were shaking too.
Seriously? You’re just as nervous as I am!
Of course, Kadir didn’t mean to mock Blue.
None of the militia had ever fought on the wall before. At most, they’d done labor work — hauling supplies or delivering weapons.
Most never imagined they’d one day be standing on the wall, defending the town. First battles were bound to bring nerves.
Over the past few days, Kadir had seen lone undead taken down by knights’ crossbow bolts and thought that gave him some courage — but now, facing a real fight, he realized he was scared.
Watching others fight and fighting yourself — they were two very different things.