After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

No matter how you look at it, all the problems in the Southern Territory still revolve around the undead army.

Medivh, who had hoped to take a shortcut and capture the leader first, could only take the captured Rona and rush to the battlefield of Honeywater City overnight.

The upper echelons of the Southern Territory have fallen into a madness. If Oswald were here, he would probably give them six words on the spot: "Independence or death."

But the problem is, with enemies surrounding us from the outside and natural disasters raging from within, it's now uncertain whether humanity can survive this ordeal. What makes the Southern Territory think it can jump ship and survive?

And their solution to the calamity is still to dump all the trouble on the central district, isn't it? The undead calamity, capable of infecting, led an army of hundreds of thousands of undead to invade the central district...

At that time, the Central District may really have to form a desperate alliance with the Northern Territory.

The carriage sped out of the City of Abundance. Medivh used his staff to smash down the city gate, stopping the guards from pursuing them, and continued to race along the flat land.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the wind blew his long, gray hair into disarray, and Medivh's heart sank to the bottom.

The goddess's punishment was too cruel. Even if the holder of the Wishing Star triggered the curse, what were these undead calamities?

Where exactly is the future?

Upon arriving at Herman's castle, Medivh tightened the reins and shouted to Herman, who had rushed out, "Take my token and use the teleportation array to the royal city immediately!"

"Inform His Majesty that the Duke of the Southern Territory has been corrupted by the undead calamity, and a great war is imminent! Also, instruct His Majesty to inform Duke Oswald that the calamity has returned, and urge him to step forward!"

An undead calamity?!

In a panic, Herman caught the magic ring that Medivh threw to him, looked at the monster bound behind the carriage, and quickly swallowed.

"Yes, I'll go right away!"

After arranging the messenger, Medivh didn't linger for a moment and drove the carriage eastward again.

If Luna Charles were to die in the Southern Territory, the entire kingdom would be engulfed in the wrath of the Duke of Oswald in an instant.

Moreover, Medivh knew very well that Luna, though seemingly unreliable, was actually a bridge between the Central District and the Northern Territory, and only she could gain the dual trust of His Majesty Frank and Duke Oswald.

Damn it, I'm getting senile. I thought that taking action ahead of time would divert the Southern Army's attention and relieve Luna's pressure, but I never expected that the Duke of the Southern Territory was staying in the Undead army!

……

On September 15th, in the early morning hours, in a dense forest sixty miles away from Honeywater City, the lurking army lay in wait without making a sound.

The scouts sent out returned one after another, but the news they reported only made Luna feel uneasy.

She had planned to attack Honeywater City from two sides with Kate, first defeating the reinforcements outside the city, and then gathering forces to attack Honeywater City. However, to her surprise, most of the reinforcements were stationed in a military stronghold called Greenfield Town in the southwest of Honeywater City.

Greenfield Town not only blocked Kate's path of attack, but could also suddenly attack from behind at any time when the Northern Army was attacking Honeywater City, catching them off guard.

The adjutant calmly began discussing the matter with the other officers. "It seems our only option is to first eliminate Greenfield Town as a thorn in our side."

Another Imperial Guard officer countered, "The key is to ascertain the number of troops garrisoning Honeywater City. Some of the Southern Army's elite troops are in Silver City, and some are in Freeman's hands. As long as the number of troops garrisoned is not too large, even if the city's defenses have been strengthened, we can still launch a rapid attack and enter the city."

The female soldier smiled dismissively. "So, when we attack Honeywater City, besides having to be wary of reinforcements from Greenfield Town, we also have to worry about Freeman blocking our retreat?"

Federico immediately followed up with a sarcastic remark, "Don't just talk the talk, if you think it's easy, then go and be the vanguard."

"you……"

Luna quickly washed the dust off her face with a towel, tied her hair back up, and stared at the map on the wall for a long time before finally speaking.

"Let's discuss it. We're all brothers and sisters in the same military camp, so we should be careful what we say."

"If I hear you mocking your own brothers and sisters again, you will be court-martialed."

Everyone's expression tightened, and they immediately knelt down to pay their respects.

"Yes, Miss."

Luna had just turned around when she saw Teemo, who had been elusive for the past two days, jogging into the tent.

He ignored the kneeling crowd, yet felt a strange sense of déjà vu about the scene. Scratching his head, he reported, "Young Miss, I've found the main force of the Southern Army commanded by Freeman!"

Luna's eyes flashed, and she asked urgently, "Where?"

If they can find Freeman's troops, then the battle is still going to go. They can defeat Freeman first, and then head south to join forces with Kate to eliminate the reinforcements in Greenfield.

Finally, the feint attack on Honeywater City was completed.

Regardless of whether they ultimately capture Honeywater City, they have already achieved their strategic objective. After all, they have their own territory in the Southern Territory; at worst, they can return to regroup and fight again.

Teemo strode to the map, carefully compared the terrain, and then pointed to a flat road.

"It's right here, to the southwest, less than thirty li away from us."

"Less than thirty li..."

Luna stared intently at the small dot, and couldn't help but gasp. Luckily, she had been traveling on mountain paths recently and hadn't given herself away.

If they went any further south, they would probably fall into the enemy's encirclement again.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Confederate reinforcements chose to retreat into Greenfield City and failed to provide Freeman's troops with accurate intelligence.

"Pass on my order: the entire army breaks camp and prepares to meet our old adversary once more!"

At four in the morning, the storm reignited.

The wind howled through the woods, followed by a torrential downpour. The Northern army's advance was indeed hindered, but the thunderstorm effectively concealed the noise they made during their march.

The heavy rain washed the mud off the armor and weapons, the warhorses beneath them were panting heavily, the lights of the temporary camp in the distance flickered, and the patrolling soldiers were all huddled up, completely unaware of the silent approach of a large army.

Boom!

Lightning ripped through the darkness, drawing back the curtain of war.

The adjutant, leading the charge, raised his spear high, spurred his horse forward, and roared, "Brothers, follow me and kill!"

"kill!"

The charging warhorses provided a rapid drumbeat for the night rain, and Freeman was awakened by a burst of urgent gong sounds.

"Damn the Northern army, they actually managed to find my position!"

There was no way to escape; Freeman knew this perfectly well. In this weather and environment, the army would immediately collapse if he gave the order to retreat.

"Go meet them! Go meet them!"

Freeman, who had just put on his armor, came to the tent with his sword. The rain made the night vision rough. He had just ordered his personal guards with big swords to meet the enemy when he saw countless figures being swept away by cavalry.

"Beat the gong! The louder the better!"

Ordinary military orders were no longer effective, so Freeman ordered his personal guards to frantically bang gongs to attract the soldiers' attention, while he himself led his guards to the front to fight the enemy.

Chaos reigned in the military camp as warhorses surged into the stronghold, unleashing a bloody massacre. The cries of the dying soldiers even drowned out the sound of gongs.

However, Freeman's personal guards were no pushovers either. They ruthlessly cleared away the deserters who rushed at them and roared as they met the overwhelming tide of the Union army.

The chaotic battle resumed, and the guards of both sides opened fire as soon as they met, still fighting a crazy style that did not care about casualties. The guards with broadswords quickly piled up the corpses of both the enemy and themselves to form a battle line.

Freeman flicked the blood off his sword, calming himself down slightly. Just as he was about to rally his troops for another attack, he saw the cavalry retreat rapidly to both sides, revealing a dense array of spearmen before him.

A sudden sense of foreboding washed over Freeman. He looked up in a daze and saw a barrage of spears, denser than rain, raining down from the gun emplacement. They coalesced into a whirlwind, crashing down on his personal guard!