Alien world

Chapter 1463 97. Exciting and dangerous voting
Joan on the city wall swung her sword numbly, again and again.

She could hardly tell whether the standard long sword with notches all over it that she had just received from the quartermaster's office an hour ago was hitting the rat man's head or her own head.

It is said that apprentice swordsmen practice swinging the sword and chopping wood while learning from their teachers.

She swung the sword tens of thousands of times and killed tens of thousands of ratmen?
No... not so much...

How could I possibly kill tens of thousands of ratmen?
However, there should be several thousand of them...but the number of ratmen in front of him has not decreased at all, just like a child holding a wooden bowl standing on the beach facing the waves.

Joan arrived at the front line as she wished. She was trembling at the initial sight of the big scene, then she became excited after killing several ratmen without any injury, and then she became numb from swinging the sword and killing ratmen day after day.

Joan was lucky, as most people were not qualified to be numb. Those who were slightly better injured or exhausted would be picked up by their companions and sent to the wounded camp.

Those who are unlucky can either fight with the swarming rats or wail among them.

Of the soldiers Joan had led out of the wounded camp, Finn died, having his throat bitten by a ratman while trying to protect her, and Bill also died, having taken the fatal blow for her.

Death, they were trapped, and chose to jump off the city wall holding the ratman.

Alan was surrounded by ratmen. Although he rushed out alive, his body was bitten to pieces and full of bloody holes. He died before he could be sent to the rear.

Unlucky Ruby was scratched on the back by the rat man's claws, but he didn't notice it. As a result, he had a high fever that night and died in bed.

Of the eight people brought with him, after a month at the front line, only Ma En was left.

He is not the strongest, just the luckiest.

The point is, their deaths weren't worth it.

Because there is no way to kill all the ratmen, and there is no difference between a soldier wielding a sword and a laborer wielding a pickaxe, is it worth dying in a mine?
Boom——

On the chaotic city wall, Joan caught a glimpse of noise. Not far away, a soldier's sword broke, and the dagger scraped across his face, leaving a string of blood beads.

Dozens of battles had made Joan develop a conditioned reflex, and she spontaneously rushed over to help him out.

Without saying thank you, the soldier cursed loudly, "Damn it! If I want to get back alive, I will fight you bunch of parasites!" He picked up a weapon of his dead comrade and continued to charge forward.

Joan returned to her position and continued to clean up the ratmen who climbed up the city wall with Marn.

Woohoo——

At some point, a series of horn sounds were heard behind us.

The clarion call of the northern resistance pass does not mean that the ratmen are retreating.

Because the rat tide has never stopped since it appeared on the other side of the city wall a few months ago...

Day and night, at least tens of millions of ratmen died in the surge. God knows why they were endless.

So much so that the soldiers on the battlefield were either alive, dead, or crazy, thinking they were trapped in an endless reincarnation nightmare.

Two horn sounds represent a changing of guards, but this time the horn sounds seemed to have come earlier. In the past, they had to stay in the front for an hour before changing guards.

The lightly-armored soldiers with powerful steps came up from behind and took over the defense line.

"I can still fight."

Joan didn't want to retreat.

The centurion of the group of soldiers came over, tapped her chest with the back of his sword, and said coldly: "The front line does not need soldiers who don't obey orders."

Joan had no choice but to retreat from the city wall with Marn and other teammates.

She looked out on both sides of the wide wall that looked like a street. To the west she heard the sound of gunfire, and to the south she heard flashes of magic.

As a native of Free City, Joan can go west and fight with the militia with magic muskets.

But the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. She is a professional and she must do what a professional should do.

The mages dressed in wizard robes and with indifferent expressions came towards them and passed by them.

Soon, flames illuminating the night sky lit up from outside the city wall.

These conjurers who are proficient in fire magic are responsible for burning the bodies of the rats. The rats will drag the bodies back, so they have to deal with the bodies before the rats.

There are rumors that if a ratman corpse is sent back, ten ratmen can be hatched. Joan, who studied at Liberty City College, can only talk nonsense, but it is very likely that if a ratman corpse is sent back, half a ratman can be hatched...

As they walked down the city wall, away from the shouts of killing and the rustling of bombings, the soldiers seemed to come alive, from being lifeless to being eager to rush to the camp.

Because resting means being able to watch the magical images coming from behind.

Today, no officer would roar like Chier: "What we want is aid, supplies and food, not this kind of hedonistic stuff!"

The magical image was the only thing that allowed them to feel alive.

Battle reports can be deceiving, but battle lines cannot.

After Grand Marshal Galkin posted the battle report in front of all the commanders, which showed that there was magical imaging in the rear, the number of casualties among the front-line soldiers had dropped sharply, and even the consumption of resources had slowed down, there was no more opposition.

The rats were screaming in pain from being chopped down on the front line, while those in the back were laughing out loud at the Tom and Jerry game. It was a really novel experience.

After entering the camp, the first thing they had to do was to go to the shower tent to wash.

Joan and Marn separated and went into the separate shower tents for men and women.

She took off her bloodstained armor, carefully checked her body for any wounds, and then stood under the shower - no need to ask, it was obvious that she was from Liberty City.

As soon as I turned on the faucet, Ma En's voice rang out from outside: "Boss Joan, I'm done washing. I'm going to watch the magic video first!"

"it is good."

The flowing warm water wet her body, washing away the sweat and blood, and Joan breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, another day has passed...

She looked at herself in the mirror, reached out to wipe away the mist, and a lean, strong, muscular body emerged.

There is also a five or six centimeter long scar running vertically across the right eye, separating the eyebrow.

She was injured on the third day after arriving at the front line.

Joan lowered her head and looked at her clenched fist.

Even if she was just killing ratmen day after day…she could beat ten of her past selves now.

"Boss Joan, Boss Joan!"

At this time, Ma En's shouting sounded again from outside.

So he is really lucky to be alive today. Those who die first on the battlefield are often those who are impatient.

"what's up?"

"Hurry...hurry and vote."

"What vote?"

"It's the singing competition..."

After washing for a while, Joan turned off the faucet, changed into clean clothes prepared in advance - still provided by Liberty City, and walked out of the tent.

It is January, one of the coldest months, but for professionals, this little bit of cold is nothing.

On the way, Marn kept talking, saying that Ruth was the youngest, and was also poor, and that children represented hope, and he pulled her to the voting station.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Joan hadn't watched this episode yet.

Ma En said seriously: "Even if I die in battle tomorrow, at least I will leave my ticket to him."

Joan stopped talking and cast her vote silently.

(End of this chapter)