Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

"I don't know when we'll be able to withdraw," a patrol squad muttered quietly as they walked along the road. In the military, such words were not permitted. But when out and accompanied by fellows from the same city, complaints were inevitable. "Hmph! Just wait, after all the Mages and the churches have pulled out, then it'll be our turn," "We charge first in battle and retreat last. We're the ones who get exhausted the most," "Exhausted? The others go back to rewards and lands, while we might get a few more silver coins at most." "Forget it, some people say we'll get Gold Coins." "Gold Coins for those who die in battle, do you dare to take that money?" "Stop talking nonsense..." Halfway through his sentence, the man suddenly paused, curiously asking, "Did you hear something?" The others all listened intently, their faces changing instantaneously. One of them, somewhat panicked, took out a flare and shot it ahead. Whoosh—pop! The flare illuminated the distant sky in shades of orange and red, revealing the scene below to everyone. Crowds of Undead were advancing toward them. The group stared wide-eyed, frozen in place. Suddenly, one of them turned and ran, shouting loudly, "The Undead are attacking!" The rest of the group snapped out of it, stumbling as they ran toward the rear. They shouted loudly, "The Undead are attacking, the Undead have started attacking again!" In an instant, the glow of torches lit up the camp brightly. Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Several flares, trailing flames, lit up the area ahead. All one could see were dense masses of the Undead army, carrying weapons and moving swiftly in the dead of night. When the flares exploded in the sky, it was as if they had given a signal. the Undead who had just been marching forward started to run crazily. They charged directly at the human battle lines. Bang bang bang! The alarm bell rang, and the camp became utterly chaotic. Shortly thereafter, a barrage of intense gunfire thundered, smashing into the enemy ranks. The recent peace had not lasted even half a month before it was again shattered. The battle between the Undead and humans flared up once more. ... Silver Wing City!! Bang bang bang! A rapid, heavy knock on the door suddenly erupted. Dordy, who had just fallen asleep, sat up abruptly with a groan, demanding in a deep voice, "What is it?" "Leader Dordy, there's news from the Fort of Alexandra. The Blood Clan's forces have crossed the border and launched an attack; the Alliance's lines have broken, all troops are retreating to the Fort of Alexandra," a hurried voice came from outside the door. "What!" Dordy's face changed instantly, he immediately sat up and rushed out after throwing on a coat. Outside, a guard was holding the Sound-transmitting Shell for communicating with the Fort of Alexandra. Dordy snatched it and put it to his mouth, saying, "What's happening at the Fort of Alexandra?" Soon, the Sound-transmitting Shell conveyed the message. It was Nidam, stationed commander from the Hall of Justice. "The Blood Clan launched a midnight attack, breaking through the Allied forces' line. Currently, the Allied forces have retreated to the Fort of Alexandra," Dordy's face underwent a severe change. They had just solved the situation with Odys, and now the Blood Clan had started attacking humans again. "What did the Blood Clan say?" Nidam replied, "They haven't given any response." "Can the Fort of Alexandra hold against the Blood Clan's forces?" Dordy persisted. "Once they besiege us, it will be hard to hold. If we can't communicate with the Blood Clan, I suggest we withdraw and re-establish the defense line in the next city sector,"