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Chapter 63: Large Undead Monsters
The first wave of attacks, while appearing fierce, proved increasingly ineffective against the tightly formed defensive lines of various units. The undead monsters lost their momentum and were quickly pushed into a purely defensive—or rather, helpless—position where they were merely being pummeled.
The battle dragged on for nearly two hours.
All the undead monsters that posed any threat to the city walls had been wiped out. The remaining ones were only capable of clawing at the base of the wall, posing no real threat. They were, in fact, being used as moving targets for shooting practice.
Clearly, the battle had entered its final phase.
Despite no reinforcements from the Holy Knights, Bianshu Town managed to fend off the undead horde with its own forces—a historic achievement in its own right.
However, now was not yet the time for celebration, as the fighting wasn’t entirely over.
Many participants were physically and mentally drained from the ordeal, especially the militia units.
For most of them, it was their first real combat experience. From the early stages of chaotic scrambling to slowly adapting to the rhythm of battle, it had taken quite a bit of time and effort.
It was only through this firsthand experience with the cruelty of war that the militia could mature and undergo a true transformation—no longer just green recruits.
When facing the next wave of attacks, they would have much more confidence and determination.
Standing atop the city walls, Owen casually tossed out a fireball, hitting a rotting corpse soldier below.
The flames burned on the undead’s body for a full thirty seconds, before it began to convulse unnaturally and then collapsed to the ground—motionless.
Another one down.
Feeling the convenience of magic, Owen briefly considered whether to bring Fanny and Garcia up to the wall to help fight next time.
But then he shook his head. “No, better to let them continue contributing to production,” he thought to himself.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, followed by a puff of white smoke. Below, a skeleton soldier’s skull shattered instantly.
Viscount Jarvis pulled out another paper cartridge, bit open the bottom of it, and continued to reload his musket.
Had he become addicted to shooting? He had been using the gun non-stop since the beginning of the battle.
During the initial phase, Viscount Jarvis still made an effort to observe the battlefield and issue new commands.
But once he confirmed that the wall was secure, he fully indulged in the satisfaction of gunning down enemies. Every time he got a headshot, the corner of his mouth curled up in a smug grin.
It seemed Viscount Jarvis really had a thing for muskets.
On the other side, Mapel was still waving her heirloom magic sword, releasing ice blades to attack enemies below the wall.
Suddenly, a scout assigned to watch the northern side shouted loudly:
“Something’s coming! Three huge black shadows heading this way!”
Owen looked up and instantly spotted the targets. Though they were still far from the wall, it was clear that three massive figures were charging across the snowy field toward them.
If they collided with the wall at full speed… Would the wall still hold? Owen couldn’t help but worry.
Both the militia and the lizardmen saw the approaching giants and were visibly alarmed.
Lusha gripped his spear tightly, his expression turning grim.
“Those undead monsters are way too huge!”
Anyone could tell just by looking—these were not easy enemies to deal with.
Staring intently, Viscount Jarvis’s face turned pale, and he immediately shouted:
“Use the explosive charges! Quickly!”
“What is that?”
Owen shouted.
“It’s a large corpse rot boar! Last winter, a whole horde of these undead beasts charged recklessly and broke through the city walls. I didn’t expect them to appear this early—we absolutely cannot let them get close to the walls!”
Viscount Jarvis explained.
What?! It’s them?!
Owen’s expression darkened—these were the very creatures responsible for his father’s death.
Mapel quickly moved to Owen’s side, holding up her magic sword with a serious expression. The events of last winter still haunted her. She was determined to protect Owen this time.
The catapults had already been prepared for launch. A soldier carefully emerged from the bastion, carrying an explosive bundle.
This particular explosive wasn’t for display purposes, so the amount of black powder wasn’t exaggerated. It was still sealed in cowhide, with two internal layers—the inner one filled with black powder and the outer one with sharp stone fragments.
The explosion would create a shockwave to propel the stone shards outward, inflicting large-scale damage.
Additionally, they used an ignition mechanism designed by Winston—flint and copper wire with a pull-trigger ignition. In case that failed, a fuse was also available on the outside for manual lighting.
The detonation timing had also been shortened to ensure the explosive would detonate the instant it hit the ground.
The soldier swiftly tore open the outer oil-paper wrapping by the catapult and found the bent copper wire sticking out. Then he placed the explosive onto the sling of the throwing arm.
It wasn’t time to launch yet—the undead monsters hadn’t stepped into the designated target range.
During the month-long preparation, the catapult operators had practiced multiple throws using stone-filled bags similar in weight to the real explosives.
They had a good idea of where the explosive would land when launched.
They had also placed several markers along the edge of the effective attack range. Although partially buried under snow, these could still be found and used to gauge the right launch moment.
At this moment, the forms of the three corpse rot boars were clearly visible to all.
With black fur, massive size, and towering nearly four meters tall, they looked like monsters with thick hides and rotting flesh. Their huge tusks jutted out in front as they charged forward with unstoppable momentum.
The observing knight confirmed the enemy had entered range, raised his right hand, and shouted, “Ready—!”
The soldier grabbed the bent copper wire and yanked it hard. A sizzling sound came from within the explosive, followed by a plume of white smoke—ignition successful.
Another soldier raised his longsword, aiming at the rope holding down the catapult arm.
“Fire!”
At the knight’s command, the soldier slashed the rope. The counterweight dropped, the arm rose, and the explosive was hurled through the air.
Four catapults launched their explosives one after another. The first explosive landed just behind the three boars.
BOOM! A deafening explosion rang out as snow and dirt blasted into the air.
Even though the aim wasn’t perfect, the shockwave and flying stone shards still had an effect on the three rot boars.
They were knocked off their feet, embedded with shards that tore gashes across their bodies, and their charge came to a sudden halt.
Three more explosives followed closely behind in the air. The first two landed to the sides, inflicting severe damage on the two outer boars.
One could clearly see that those two boars had been blasted open, rotting flesh flying in all directions, dark red blood splattered across the snow.
The final explosive landed precisely in the middle of the three.
BOOM!
The last explosion’s shockwave sent all three boars flying outward, each rolling over once.
Black smoke rose into the air, mingled with falling snow, dirt, and bits of flesh. From a distance, the three corpse rot boars, now torn and mangled, lay still on the snowy ground—completely motionless.