The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 300 The Undead Legion Returns from Hell
"Marshal, according to the latest report from our front lines, although we have not been able to obtain a complete body of an enemy modified soldier, we have obtained some flesh and blood samples."

The intelligence officer reported meticulously, and Marshal Schweigen's expression grew even more satisfied upon hearing the news.

"Very good. Immediately send these flesh and blood samples to the rear so our research department can study them carefully and see what kind of technology these country bumpkins next door are using?"

"I never expected that the Cambrian Empire could produce such impressive gadgets so quietly!"

In a previous battle, an Imperial Eagle warrior lost control and perished along with a player.

Although the other Imperial Eagles would naturally load their comrades' bodies onto the truck and take them away after the war was over, the intense explosion had shattered their comrades' bodies into countless fragments.

These blood and flesh samples were carefully examined by Black Hawk soldiers and then collected.

Of course, there will definitely be a lot of other things mixed in with these samples, such as players who used spiked grenades to rush up and were blown up along with the warrior.

It's unclear what the Black Hawk Empire can detect from players.
However, barring any unforeseen circumstances, they will most likely not be able to detect anything.

After all, although these players look very abstract, their moving bodies are indeed real flesh and blood, only enhanced by some special power.

After dealing with the issue of attacks at the front, Marshal Schweigen immediately checked another message, a smile playing on his lips.

“Excellent, the Empire’s first reborn legion has arrived. I think it’s time for us to find a battlefield to test these new Imperial warriors!”

"Hehehe, I'm very curious. I wonder what kind of surprises these warriors who have returned from the brink of death will bring us?"

Upon hearing Marshal Schweigen's cold laugh, the intelligence officer standing next to him couldn't help but frown.

To be honest, compared to Field Marshal Schweigen, who was very optimistic about this resurrected legion, he himself did not like this legion very much, because he felt that this legion was too blasphemous!

Even though the Black Hawk Empire's war threshold has been very low to date, the existence of this legion continues to lower the Black Hawk Empire's war threshold.

Meanwhile, on the front lines, under the personal command of General Constantine, the Cambrian army launched a limited counterattack against the enemy.

One-sided defense is not advisable; it is necessary to launch counterattacks continuously during the defense process in order to inflict more losses on the enemy and turn the tide of war.

With the cover of Baltic Fleet fire, they successfully repelled a Black Hawk Down attack and then launched a counterattack.

Located in a trench, a Cambrian officer, pistol in hand, shouted to the other soldiers:

"Warriors, warriors of the Empire, my brothers! The time for counterattack has come!"

"Our next task is to destroy the enemy's defenses and capture one of their forward transit points. If we can take that place, we can temporarily cut off communication between enemy forces!"

"Next, we will rely on this counterattack to wipe out the enemy's vanguard. We will prove to them with concrete actions that the Cambrian Empire is far from being defeated!"

"To hell with those damned Black Hawk devils! Our loved ones are watching us! Soldiers, pick up your guns and charge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officer blew the whistle on his chest, and at the same time, sharp whistles also rang out from several other trenches.

Whistles sounded incessantly, and the artillery fire from behind stopped almost simultaneously.

Although the Cambrian soldiers did indeed want to engage in a well-trained combined arms operation like the Black Hawk troops, unfortunately, their soldiers' coordination was far from reaching that level.

Being able to stop the artillery bombardment immediately as the infantry charge is already the limit of what they can do.

"Ula——!"

With a deafening roar, a large number of Cambrian soldiers poured out of the trenches.

Several moose mechs, which had somehow climbed up from the side, were slowly advancing while providing cover for the soldiers with a set of cannons mounted on top of them.

Under the continuous shelling, the Black Hawk Army trenches in the distance would occasionally explode, and these high-explosive shells seemed to have a good suppressive effect on the enemy.

Black Hawk Army armored units attempted to intervene from the flank of the battlefield, but were blasted to the ground by a single shot from a Moose mech.

Although the moose mech is particularly poor in agility, it actually performs quite well in positional warfare.

At the very least, this thing can be used to cover infantry on some battlefields and can be quite effective.

Despite the Cambrian soldiers charging forward while the moose mechs on their flanks fired their cannons, the heavy machine guns on the Black Hawk position still roared brutally.

Storms of metal rained down on the charging Cambrian soldiers, and countless soldiers fell to the ground during their advance.

Watching their comrades fall one after another, the Cambrian soldiers charging at the forefront felt a chill of fear.

But right beside them, officers were also charging forward alongside them.

At this point, if the officers cannot lead the charge, their troops will be unable to raise their morale.

During the continuous war, all the soldiers harbored resentment, so the officers had to set an example, otherwise this resentment would soon be vented on them.

Of course, at the same time, a supervisory team also set up machine guns in the rear, ready to prevent the soldiers on the front line from deserting.

Although the method of having supervisory teams is not a humane one, it is often criticized.

In extreme circumstances, the sudden appearance of a supervisory team can still effectively maintain the basic morale of the front lines.

Of course, this tactic can only barely maintain a basic level of morale; it cannot help an army truly turn defeat into victory.

If a large number of soldiers at the front collapse, coupled with the constant suppression by the rear commando teams, these soldiers are likely to mutini under immense pressure.

As soon as they reached the front of the trench, the Cambrian soldiers threw grenades in unison. At the same time, a group of soldiers armed with submachine guns jumped into the trench and began to quickly clear out the Black Hawk soldiers hiding inside.

Immediately afterwards, as more and more Cambrian soldiers jumped into the enemy trenches, a fierce hand-to-hand battle broke out.

Although the Cambrian soldiers were generally inferior to the Black Hawk soldiers in terms of melee skills and physical strength, they displayed fearless spirit and gritted their teeth to charge into battle against the Black Hawk soldiers, driven by hatred and the belief in protecting their homeland.

These are some techniques that Cambrian soldiers summarized on the battlefield:
When they have no other skills to defeat the enemy, being willing to risk their lives is itself a skill that can defeat the enemy!
If they can suppress the Black Hawk soldiers' morale and instill fear in the enemy, they can defeat them in hand-to-hand combat.

According to statistics, less than a third of Black Hawk soldiers were killed by bayonets from the front during bayonet fighting. Most Black Hawk soldiers were killed while fleeing and were attacked.

After a fierce battle, the Cambrian soldiers finally captured the position, but overall, they did suffer heavy losses in the attack.

Looking around, the land in front of the trenches of the two armies was littered with the corpses of Cambrian soldiers, and even the space inside the trenches was filled with layers upon layers of corpses.

So even after capturing this position, the Cambrian soldiers didn't show much excitement, because too many of them had died here.

"Ah, I miss General Vorontsov so much. I don't understand why he was transferred to Volkhov when the war was going so well?"

A soldier in the trench was looting enemy spoils while casually complaining.

Another soldier shrugged, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

"What else could it be? Isn't it just those people behind the scenes giving nonsensical directions?"

“My brother-in-law is serving in another unit and is a non-commissioned officer. He told me that it was said that someone was jealous of General Vorontsov’s many merits in the war, so he was transferred to Volkhov where the fighting was not so intense.”

Upon hearing this, several soldiers couldn't help but curse.

In their view, if they could bring Andrei's armored forces over and have Andrei's elite troops lead them in an assault, their war would not have been so difficult.

Andrei had already proven himself with many brilliant victories, and when these soldiers recalled the days when they fought alongside Andrei, nostalgia appeared on their faces.

Being able to charge alongside such an elite force would be incredibly exhilarating on the battlefield!

Meanwhile, behind the Black Hawk troops, the major general in charge of the infantry division looked at an officer beside him, frowned, and asked:

"Colonel, are you sure this new force brought by the Empire can turn the tide of the battle?"

"Honestly, I feel that instead of letting this force charge in, it would be better to have my elite soldiers launch a counterattack and retake the position!"

Beside him, a colonel, completely shrouded in a black overcoat and even wearing a black mask, suddenly chuckled coldly.

"General, you don't need to doubt me. My combat experience is no less than yours, and may even be more extensive!"

"The unit under my command is far more formidable than you imagine. You can think of them as real Black Hawk soldiers, after all, they are a decorated unit that has returned from hell!"

Behind him, one after another, Black Hawk soldiers, all wrapped in black military overcoats, stood in neat rows.

They wore black masks that covered even their eyes, making the entire army appear as if they were stained with ink, exuding a strong sense of solemnity and killing intent.

As other soldiers approached, they could vaguely smell a stench of decay and disinfectant emanating from these people, causing many soldiers to unconsciously wrinkle their noses.

"Alright, let your hellish legion go. Hopefully, you'll learn something in hell!"

The major general casually made a comment, then leaned closer and asked in a low voice:

"By the way, did you really see hell after you died? I'm very curious, what is hell actually like?"

The masked colonel shook his head and sighed.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either, because these categories are not included in our memory."

"I don't even know how we were brought back to life. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my familiar comrades-in-arms, and then I received a letter of appointment, instructing me to lead these old friends to continue serving the Empire!"

"Sigh, the Empire is really something. I never thought they'd even drag us dead people out of bed to keep working!"

The major general raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly displeased.

"What, do you now regret serving His Majesty the Emperor?"

The colonel paused for a moment, then burst into laughter and said:

"Hahaha, how is that possible?"

"On the contrary, I am honored that I can continue to serve the Empire after my death! The warriors of the Empire will never betray their loyalty, and even death cannot stop us from serving His Majesty the Emperor!"

The Cambrian soldiers cleared away the corpses in the trench and then put their weapons back on.

The captured Black Hawk heavy machine guns were also adjusted in direction under their operation, and more Cambrian soldiers were busy digging trenches and adjusting their height.

"Those Black Hawk devils are really cunning; they actually dug the trenches at different heights on both sides!"

Colonel Diariev, who was leading his infantry brigade to defend this position, patted the trench in front of him and couldn't help but complain.

The height difference between the front and rear of this trench is at least half a meter, which means that this trench can only be used for front-end defense, as the rear is not high enough to provide cover for the soldiers.

If soldiers stand in the trenches, their heads will be exposed from the rear, making it impossible for them to conceal themselves when facing backwards. This makes it easier for the Black Hawk Army to retake the position.

Therefore, they are now working overtime to renovate this trench, trying their best to make its defenses more robust.

"Reporting, Colonel, we've extracted some information from the prisoners we've captured!"

An officer suddenly ran up, saluted Colonel Diariev, and said...

"Senov, I've warned you before not to salute casually on the battlefield. Don't force me to punish you!"

Upon seeing this guy, Colonel Diariev couldn't resist kicking him.

If it weren't for his close relationship with his subordinates, and his knowledge that this guy was simply a bit slow-witted and particularly attached to aristocratic values, he would have thought this guy was trying to murder him!

Prior to this, General Andrei had already instructed the entire army not to salute casually in the trenches, and even less to wear any obvious officer insignia.

The Black Hawk Army's marksmen are extremely skilled with their guns, and they don't care about martial ethics.

To act like this on the battlefield is simply an attempt to get your commander killed.

"Okay, tell me, what valuable thing did you get?"

"Yes, Colonel, I heard from those Black Hawk soldiers that it seems a special forces unit suddenly arrived at their rear today."

"They didn't know what was so special about that unit. Anyway, the unit had about a thousand people, but they were very mysterious. Everyone was dressed in black, and even their faces were covered."

Upon hearing this news, Colonel Diariev did not take them seriously.

"Hmph, they're just putting on an act! Ignore them!"

"I want to see what kind of abilities these strangely dressed Black Hawk soldiers can demonstrate on the battlefield."

Just as he was expressing his disdain for the enemy, a sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing the distant rumbling and the familiar whistling sound in the sky, Colonel Diariev did not hesitate at all.

As he crawled into the bunker, he quickly shouted to the other soldiers:

"Take cover! Enemy artillery fire is coming!"

He didn't need to shout at all; these Cambrian soldiers were all experienced veterans, many of whom were troops that had been scattered and then reorganized.

So when these people heard the sound, they had already spontaneously crawled towards the gun emplacement.

A deafening bombardment made the soldiers hiding in the artillery bunkers grimace in pain!

"Damn it, those Black Hawk devils' artillery is really deadly!"

"I don't know how they got so many cannons. When will our army have so many cannons?"

Many Cambrian soldiers felt the constant barrage of shells hitting them from above, and while they were terrified, they couldn't help but feel envious.

After continuous fighting, the Cambrian army lost a large number of heavy artillery pieces, which led to a decline in their firepower output.

In particular, their factory production capacity has declined significantly due to the war and bombing, leading to a greater shortage of artillery shells at the front lines.

Compared to the Black Hawk Army's extravagant spending, the Cambrian Army's artillery seemed stingy and lacked any trace of their usual emphasis on heavy artillery tactics.

The soldiers were used to it; they just had to hide in the artillery shelters and wait for the shelling to end so the enemy could rush in.

As for whether he will be killed by artillery shells?
Then it's all down to luck!

While the bunkers did help them avoid enemy shells, they weren't a magic bullet.

If an enemy shell happens to land right above them, hitting their concealed bunker directly, it will definitely collapse.

Fortunately, most howitzers did not have such accuracy, and only a few Cambrian soldiers would be accidentally killed by shells falling from the sky.

After the shelling ended, the Cambrian soldiers immediately emerged from their bunkers and prepared to meet the enemy's attack.

But this time, they were terrified by the sight before them as soon as they emerged.

"Sukabule! When did the Black Hawk devils get so close? How come they didn't make a sound?"

"Fire! Don't let them charge!"

The machine gunner quickly maneuvered his machine gun and began firing at the crowd ahead. He no longer cared about overheating the barrel or conserving ammunition, because there were simply too many enemies charging towards them, and they were about to jump into the trenches.

So now he can only do his best to use the machine gun firepower to hold off the enemy and prevent them from advancing.

A barrage of machine gun bullets rained down on the Black Hawk soldiers. For some reason, their charge was noticeably more aggressive than usual.

Under normal circumstances, Black Hawk soldiers would never charge head-on into heavy machine gun fire like this. They would definitely try to avoid the machine gun fire or take out the machine gun positions first before launching their charge.

A barrage of bullets struck the charging Black Hawk soldiers, sending them staggering.

But the machine gunner's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, because he was horrified to see that even though these Black Hawk soldiers were hit by machine gun bullets, they did not fall down!

He vaguely heard a clanging sound of metal striking metal as his bullets hit the enemy.

Even if these enemies are wearing breastplates, they shouldn't have such strong defense, right? What kind of breastplate can stop machine gun bullets at close range?
Without uttering a word, the Black Hawk soldiers silently charged onto the position and launched a fierce attack on the Cambrian soldiers.

Several Cambrian soldiers, rifles in hand, fired at a Black Hawk soldier who had just charged to the front of the trench.

Bang bang bang!
Several shots rang out in succession, and several bullets hit his abdomen and chest respectively, but all of them produced a metallic clanging sound.

Meanwhile, the Black Hawk soldier stood still, seemingly oblivious to pain, without flinching or dodging.

His submachine gun spat fire into the trenches, and one Cambrian soldier after another fell with screams.

Until they were shot down by submachine guns, they were all thinking:

Why is this damned monster not afraid of their rifle bullets?

A large number of Black Hawk soldiers poured into the position, and then, in a manner that was completely unbelievable to the other Cambrian soldiers, they pushed forward without dodging or avoiding their submachine guns.

Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
Even when Cambrian soldiers rushed out and fired at them, they made no attempt to dodge.

Judging from their posture, they've clearly come here with the intention of taking everyone down with them!

But here's the problem: no matter how the Cambrian soldiers fired, these soldiers dressed in black just wouldn't fall!

Even the Cambrian soldiers could see that their bodies had been pierced by bullets, and the bullets had even passed through their bodies and hit the side wall of the trench behind them!

Even so, not a single drop of blood was shed, and their bodies did not tremble in the slightest!

"Colonel! We can't hold them off any longer! What do we do? They're monsters!"

Colonel Diariev was pale; this was the third officer to come and report to him.

"No retreat! Fight back! Push them back! I don't believe there are any monsters!"

"Damn it, guard company, follow me! We're going to meet these monsters! I refuse to believe this is true!"

Colonel Diariev waved his hand, and his guard company charged forward with him; this was the last reserve force he could muster.

He wanted to see just what these legendary, monstrous Black Hawk soldiers were all about.

A Cambrian soldier, lying in a trench disguised as a corpse, suddenly grinned and jumped up as the enemy finally approached.

At the same time, his bayonet stabbed the soldier's leg hard, almost piercing through his entire thigh!

In his mind, the Black Hawk soldier, having suffered such a severe injury, would surely collapse to his knees.

At that moment, he could use the dagger hidden in his other hand to slit open his throat and kill him instantly.

The Black Hawk soldier, who had been stabbed in the leg, showed no reaction whatsoever, as if he felt no pain.

He simply looked down at the bewildered Cambrian soldier lying on the ground, and then pulled the trigger.

These silent, black-clad soldiers were steadily infiltrating the Cambrian army's positions, almost invincible.

When Colonel Diariev and his guard company rushed over, he witnessed this horrific scene.

"Damn, could these guys really be immortal?"

"Flamethrower soldiers, charge! Burn them to death with your flamethrowers!"

With a roar, a flamethrower soldier hiding in the shadows suddenly appeared and blasted his flamethrower at the enemy infantry in front of him.

A massive amount of flame instantly engulfed the Black Hawk soldiers at the front, turning them into human-shaped torches.

To the astonishment of the flamethrower soldiers, even with their bodies ablaze, these Black Hawk soldiers did not waver in the slightest.

These guys emerged from the flames, their military overcoats gradually turning to ash, revealing their skin that was already badly burned.

But their bodies didn't budge an inch. To the disbelief of the flamethrower soldiers, they all raised their submachine guns and opened fire, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Colonel Diariev could no longer bear it.

He dared to face any Black Hawk soldier, but when it came to this monster with an immortal body, he really didn't know how to fight it!

"Retreat! Retreat now! Get out of here immediately!"

He shouted for a retreat, while ordering the guard company to hold off the enemy as much as possible. But no matter how the guard company fired, the advancing enemy did not flinch or retreat.

One grenade after another was thrown over, and the guard company was blown to pieces.

Black Hawk soldiers braved the gunfire and charged towards them, practically pressing their submachine guns against them before pulling the triggers!

Under this highly efficient slaughter, the Black Hawk soldiers swept away the enemy forces in front of them without any hindrance, almost completely destroying the entire brigade.

Except for less than 1000 men who managed to retreat to their positions, the rest of the infantry brigade perished here, and many of the soldiers who did retreat were almost driven mad.

Before long, news of the Black Hawk Army's undead legion spread throughout the entire front lines of the war.

General Constantine frowned. When he heard the report from the front, he initially thought the officers were joking.

"General Vakochevsky, I hope you will take responsibility for what you said. Does the enemy really have a group of invincible soldiers?"

In the command post at the front, Vakochevsky looked terrified and shouted into the phone:

"Commander, that's right, we've indeed encountered a group of invincible enemies!"

"Even though our soldiers had already fired bullets into their bodies, almost tearing them apart, they were still able to stand still and not fall!"

"Those terrifying soldiers in black just faced the machine gun fire head-on with their bodies, then came to our machine gun position and threw grenades that blew up our position!"

“They are monsters! We even used flamethrowers, but even that couldn’t burn them completely. They are clearly a bunch of devils crawled out of hell!”

General Constantine instinctively wanted to retort, but he swallowed his words back before they could even leave his mouth.

Under other circumstances, he would certainly not agree with such a statement. He would only think that the frontline commander was cowardly and afraid of battle, or that these guys had been knocked senseless by the enemy.

But considering how many different kinds of monsters he had encountered in the Black Hawk Army on the front lines during those days, he was genuinely uncertain for a moment.

Who knows, this group of soldiers might be another modified legion of the Black Hawk Army. Who knows what new types of cyborgs they've come up with this time?

"Alright, order our counterattack to be temporarily canceled. I'll have the fortress artillery support from the rear. Take your men and retreat!"

"Next, I will mobilize a batch of armored units to fight. I hope you will not be chased into a rout by the enemy!"

After hanging up the phone, General Constantine let out a long sigh of relief.

After hesitating for a moment, he immediately called Andrei.

"Hey, old man, what's up with you all of a sudden?"

Andrei yawned. It was already 9 p.m., and he would probably have been asleep by now if he hadn't been studying the battle between the players.

There was no other way; once he arrived here, he couldn't watch short videos or play games, and the military's power supply wasn't very good either, so the generators had to conserve fuel.

Therefore, he naturally wouldn't be working late into the night for no reason, which led to his regular sleep schedule becoming much healthier.

"Hey kid, I have some bad news for you. Several of my units have been the subject of some unpleasant rumors on the front lines."

General Constantine said earnestly:
"It is said that a group of indestructible soldiers have appeared in the enemy's army. Unless they are blown to pieces by artillery or their heads are chopped off by weapons, these monstrous soldiers can keep attacking!"

"Several lines of defense have been breached by the enemy. They relied on the fact that these soldiers are indestructible, and they charged forward despite our bullets, clearing out the trenches."

Upon hearing this, Andrei sat up straight.

Undead soldiers? That's really interesting!

He couldn't help but start to wonder what new tricks the Black Hawk team had come up with this time.

For some reason, he inexplicably thought of the final battalion in Hellsong, the group of German soldiers who were turned into vampires.

"General, what do you need me to do?"

"I need you to send out an elite force of yours to help me find out what's going on with these Black Hawk soldiers."

General Constantine bluntly requested reinforcements from Andrei:

"This is unbelievable! None of my troops are any good at fighting. After fighting for so long, they're almost scared out of their wits by the enemy in front of them!"

"If I hadn't sent out two armored brigades to intercept the enemy, their defenses might have completely collapsed!"

Andrei nodded, checked the battlefield environment, and then looked at the respawn point he had set up.

Then, while writing out quests for the players, he said:
"Alright, no problem. I'll send a team to check out the situation there. I'm planning to send a cavalry unit to launch a surprise attack on them tonight."

Cavalry? Why not send some better characters?

General Constantine frowned slightly, feeling that Andrei's move was rather perfunctory!
"...Armored units consume a lot of fuel when they're deployed, and I don't have much fuel left. And that damned supply department in Moscow hasn't even offered to send me a new batch!"

"There's no other way, I have to be careful with my fuel now, but I'm trying to figure out how to steal fuel from the enemy. Maybe I can even get a batch from them?"

Recalling the exertion he had endured over this period, Andrei's expression turned somewhat grim.

I don't know what's going on with this game system. Although planes and such don't need to consume fuel, tank units have a fuel bar, and the same goes for operating mechs.

Because of this, Andrei's armored units were temporarily grounded, and the player's fuel consumption was quite high.

But it doesn't matter, he believes that in the current situation, sending out cavalry units will be enough.

Don't underestimate cavalry. Players' cavalry is already incredibly powerful, especially now that demi-human units have been added, making these players even stronger in individual combat.

Recalling the series of units that he could unlock along with the Corruption Twisted tech tree, Andrei's lips curled into a smile.

The timing isn't quite right yet, so he hasn't made the new unit available to players. He plans to wait until the players' bases are settled before making it available to them as a reward.

There was no way around it, because the units of the Emperor faction were generally quite expensive. Apart from the initial Zealots, which were considered cheap units, the prices of the remaining units made his heart clench.

In the White Scars Guild, their guild leader, Khan, suddenly became excited upon seeing the urgent mission issued by Andrei.

"Haha, everyone, let's get moving! We've got work to do!"

"Perfect timing! We're tired of being bandits all the time; it's time to go and fight a formidable enemy force!"

As soon as Khan gave the call, the entire White Scar Guild sprang into action.

These days, thanks to the fact that warhorses and horse-women people don't expend physical energy, White Scar has become the biggest bandit leader in this area.

Over a vast area, they rode their warhorses in a frenzy, relentlessly attacking the rear of the Black Hawk Army and various local armed groups, fighting with great enthusiasm.

Besides the players entrenched in the base, this band of bandits is also giving the Black Hawk Army a major headache, because these guys are just too overpowered.

Nobody knows how they can run so fast, they can even outrun armored units!
They might be in one place today, but by tomorrow they'll be hundreds of kilometers away in another place. It's like they're robbing people on different fronts!
At the same time, these guys are extremely capable of fighting; they can not only charge forward against their heavy firepower, but they also have anti-armor capabilities.

An armored reconnaissance company had been sent to deal with them, but it was wiped out by the bandits.

Unbeknownst to the Black Hawk Army, this band of bandits would appear from the other respawn point and launch a long-distance raid of over 300 kilometers using this cheating method!
"Investigate the truth about the enemy's undead legion... What kind of mission is this?"

The Khan glanced at the mission instructions and decided not to overthink it; he would just grab his spear and charge straight in!
He wasn't the kind of player who was good at using his brain; he just liked riding around and enjoying the thrill of charging with a lance or feeling the joy of galloping.

No matter what there is to investigate, just charge forward with your cavalry.

He believed that once his cavalry arrived and captured a few enemy prisoners, he would naturally understand what this mission was all about.

In an old warehouse, cavalrymen kept spawning, and soon nearly 500 cavalry players were spawned there!

In addition to leading his guild to this place, the Khan also brought along a group of friends and called over all the other players who were willing to participate in the battle.

Since everyone assumed this battle would be a cavalry battle, players either chose the horse girl or exchanged for a warhorse.

The sudden appearance of this cavalry horde completely terrified the Cambrian soldiers near the warehouse.

If these cavalrymen weren't actually one of their own, and even had special identification, they would have already opened fire with their guns!
"Very good, head to the front lines immediately and catch them off guard!"

The players assumed the enemy would be asleep by now, and they were all very excited.

They were all hoping for a night raid by cavalry, hoping for a hundred riders to raid the camp that night!
But what they didn't know was that the Black Hawk troops at the front lines had gone berserk!

Even at night, these resurrected dead soldiers did not stop fighting!

"Fire! Fire this way quickly, don't worry about us!"

A Cambrian officer, on the phone, resolutely shouted to the artillery positions behind him:

"Fire in our direction! We've already tied down the enemy. If we can kill them all, resulting in mutual destruction, then we've gained something!"

"Don't forget to tell my mother later, so she knows her son is a warrior!"

The officer hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

Immediately afterwards, he drew a saber, grabbed a pistol in his other hand, and shouted to the other soldiers:

"Warriors, the Empire may be vast, but we have nowhere to retreat. Petrograd is right behind us!"

"The enemy has already reached the outskirts of Petrograd once before. We absolutely cannot let them get there a second time. I've had enough of this pathetic running away. Let's fight them to the death!"

"Tell me, would you rather be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero just once? Even if that heroism lasts only three minutes!"

(End of this chapter)