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Chapter 106.2: Fourth Crisis's Battle Tactics

Chapter 106.2: Fourth Crisis's Battle Tactics

The vanguard made of players from the wanderer class, including Give Me Medicine and Study Obsessed, went up first. When the elite monsters initiated the first wave of charges, players quickly scattered, jumping into the harvested wheat fields on both sides of the road. They moved agilely, flanking the rear of the enemy and striking randomly.

The seven mage apprentice players blended in amongst the largest group of wanderer players, and when the wanderers engaged the enemies in a hit-and-run, the mages raised their crude wooden staves simultaneously and cast Slowdown on the selected targets.

The knight players that were slower by a bit charged at the targets affected by Slowdown.

"We're up!" Yang Ying waited until the first wave of cavalry had charged several meters and was drawn further away by the wanderer players, creating a gap, before she herself launched a charge and rushed toward the most challenging elite monster commander.

The Charge skill in a warrior player's skill panel could only charge targets within an 85-meter distance and was completely different from a true cavalry's charge in terms of power and destructive force.

However, this simplified version of the Charge skill, plagiarized from an alchemical puppet's rune, also had its advantages: As long as there was enough rage value (mental power) to activate the rune, the skill didn't require any preparation and could be used regardless of the original action or posture.

When discussing tactics and how to deploy their troop formations, players did so openly and confidently in front of the armored cavalry.

These sort of rampant actions of deploying troops directly in front of the enemy wasn't perceived as wrong by players like Unceasing Entropy and Blossoming Strokes, who were the critical thinkers among the players. After all, were there any gamers who hadn't discussed tactics in front of a boss during a dungeon run before?

Witnessing such a scene infuriated the cavalrymen—even if they couldn't understand the undead language, just observing these undead rearrange their formation boldly while occasionally gesturing at them was enough to understand what they were up to.

Wagner Pitt had already decided to not continue clashing with these undead so as to avoid incurring the wrath of that noble-born illegitimate son that had a black mage backing him (given the continuous influx of the undead, Wagner judged that the black mage himself was in Weisshem).

But, upon witnessing this sight, he no longer was in any rush to retreat and felt it necessary to eliminate these undead that were underestimating them.

As players made their move, Wagner initiated a ferocious charge.

Then, much to his surprise, he found that this bunch of undead was even more troublesome than the previous three batches! (a colossal misunderstanding) They knew how to split the battlefield, divide their forces, and sneak around to attack the cavalry squad's weak points!

After charging through several dozen undead that couldn't evade in time, Wagner tugged the reins of his steed, coming to a halt, and roared for his troops to reinforce the rear.

When he turned his horse, Wagner saw about ten undead, apparently lagging behind, running toward him.

Wagner didn't care about these few skeletons that were separated from the undead army, and he certainly didn't feel any danger. He believed he could still emerge unscathed even if he faced over ten undead alone. Moreover, he had his soldiers by his side.

It was with this mindset that Wagner prepared to turn back. However, at that moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw an undead, seemingly out of nowhere, making an unexpected and entirely unconventional charge toward him.

Of course, Wagner had seen charging techniques before. Compared to the charges he had faced in battles against other professionals, the power of this skeleton was quite pathetic. It clattered into the side of his horse and his right leg, though the horse remained steadfast, while Wagner only swayed slightly.

Before Wagner could comprehend how this skeleton had generated the force in such an unmethodical charge, several more undead, running haphazardly and showing no combat proficiency like the other undead, came in twos and threes, launching unpredictable charges at him...

Players relying on runes had very low combat power indeed. They could only achieve the strength of a proper professional when ten of them teamed up.

However, players had their own advantages, such as having no sensation of pain and being completely indifferent to injury.

At the moment when Yang Ying, who was leading the charge, clattered into Wagner Pitt, Wagner's sword pierced through her right clavicle. The steel plate fish-scale armor, a modern industrial product that Yang Ying wore, couldn't withstand the casual reverse strike of Wagner's sword, indicating his strength.

However, this didn't prove effective. Skeletons were least bothered by piercing injuries. Yang Ying didn't care that the enemy's sword was still stuck in her shoulder. With a simple movement, she skillfully wielded her weapon and used Blade Dance, slashing through the armored kilt at Wagner's left thigh...

After paying the price of losing several men to repel the undead again, the haughty young squire finally broke down.

"We've killed at least a thousand undead. Why do they keep coming? What exactly are we facing?!" he shouted.

No one answered him. Tired and hungry, Wagner and the other soldiers watched the loitering undead in the near distance and took the lull to stuff dry rations into their mouths to recover some strength.

As long as they didn't retreat, the undead wouldn't tangle with them. Although a skirmish with a large group of undead after a long delay was inevitable, it was still better than having no breather at all.

The remnants of the squad took a break on the town road and could even see the people that had been taken away by the undead; those unlucky comrades who had fallen into the hands of the enemy were tied up in the woods two to three hundred meters away from the road.

Even more infuriating was the fact that some of the undead were even wearing armor parts or wielding weapons stolen from them...

The young squire felt grief and anger. He was a distant relative of the city defense force's commander, and his parents had nearly used up all their assets to bribe the commander to give him a chance to succeed this Bartalis family knight. There was no way he could willingly have his bright future buried here!

I must escape! I have to escape! The young squire plopped down and also started taking out dry rations from his bag and stuffing them into his mouth fiercely. Thoughts were racing through his mind.

Abandoning an entire squad of soldiers... It's Wagner's responsibility! It has nothing to do with me. I must find an opportunity to escape!

Wagner could see through this fellow's intent to desert and have the others take the blame with a single glance. However, being physically and mentally exhausted, he couldn't be bothered to deal with it.

Having lost so many soldiers, Wagner wouldn't escape punishment from the commander even if they managed to escape back to Indahl... Not to mention that the undead seemed to have exposed the intention to capture all of them.

Ten minutes later, a large group of undead appeared on the town road from the direction of Weisshem.

The cavalry squad soldiers, already numbed to this sight, weren't even surprised. They silently mounted their horses and lined up in formation.

This batch of undead (massive misunderstanding) had even more cunning tactics than the previous ones. Even the haughty young squire, who had always avoided fighting the undead and hid behind the others, was knocked unconscious and dragged away by the undead.

At 9:30 a.m. Earth time, 6:00 p.m. OtherWorld time, Rex and Ji Tang, who had been roaming the countryside all day (OtherWorld time), rushed back to Weisshem before it got dark.

As soon as they entered the town hall courtyard, Rex shuddered violently.

Beneath the west courtyard wall were several dozen brawny men neatly tied up.

These men were all very strong, and Rex could confirm with a casual glance every one of them had at least the combat power of a professional or higher.

Such a force of professional combat strength was even sufficient to raid a nobleman's estate.

Rex stared blankly at these men who seemed to be unscathed yet appeared half-dead. Then, he stiffly turned to look at Ji Tang.

"Looks like it's already been resolved," muttered Ji Tang as if he already knew what he was going to see. He threw Rex a casual glance and urged, "Let's go in and take advantage of the fact it isn't dark yet and quickly summarize today's progress."

Rex: "..."

Seeing Ji Tang's reaction, he could roughly confirm who these new prisoners were and why they had ended up in such a sorry state: Not a single one of them even had a boot on their feet! They were all barefooted!