After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Since the beginning of spring, the situation in the siege of the royal city has become increasingly tense.

The monsters launched six massive attacks on the palace, but faced with the dense array of heavy crossbows, small catapults, and various types of bows and crossbows in the hands of the soldiers, all they left behind below the city were ever-growing piles of corpses.

Once the logistics line was stabilized, the Molotov cocktails allocated to each combat squad were nearing saturation. It turned out that carbon-based creatures were afraid of fire, especially this kind of corrosive flame.

The monsters, who suffer heavy casualties with each attack, also have to face heavily armored soldiers who will suddenly launch offensive attacks. These iron cans almost always turn into a new meat grinder as soon as they appear on the battlefield.

Although the human soldiers only had these three tricks up their sleeves, they were able to control them so thoroughly that their newly established sense of racial superiority was ruthlessly crushed amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The monsters quieted down and stopped seeking to attack. Oswald, who was keenly aware of the change in the battlefield situation, immediately sent out scouts to conduct armed reconnaissance.

On the one hand, it was to prepare for the subsequent attack; on the other hand, after fighting for so long, they still hadn't figured out the ecology of this monster.

Do they maintain their previous social relationships, or do they have a unique social network? Do they still identify with their family, military, or other organizations? What benefits do they gain from frequent mating, and are they capable of reproducing?

Oswald instructed the scouts: "If the enemy retreats, you advance; if the enemy comes, you run. Once you find the enemy's gathering point, launch an attack. Make sure you have a thorough contingency plan before you act."

The scouts, who had slipped less than 300 meters from the palace gates, were attacked by a monster on a street. They fled back in disarray. Oswald had assumed they would learn from their experience and prepare for their next infiltration.

Then Federico and his elite troops stormed out, and if I'm not mistaken, his wife Eleanor was among them...

Oswald, standing atop the city wall, silently took a puff of his pipe.

Is his order so hard to understand? Do you even know what stealth is? What's the point of calling for reinforcements when you can't win a fight?

With a helpless expression, Oswald had to admit that the Northern Army's most skilled scouts in infiltration operations were all in Luna's personal guard.

"I pray here that the enemies of mankind may be destroyed."

After briefly reciting the prayer, Arian leaped out from a pile of ruins, quickly aimed and pulled the trigger, jumping to the old soldier's hiding place.

The veteran, who had recently been selected as a scout, cautiously peeked out and saw a monster nearly two meters tall with an arrow piercing its head, collapsing into a pool of blood.

The veteran shrank back, focusing his gaze on Erión, who continued searching for the target, and couldn't help but show a troubled expression.

More and more monsters gathered, and fierce battles were taking place from all directions.

He remembered... this mission was to gather intelligence?

The veteran, who was specially selected for the scout team because of his speed, could confidently guarantee that he had not misremembered the mission.

"Damn it, it's street fighting again. First they fight over the toilet, then they fight over the living room. Climbing the stairs is exhausting."

Federico, who was radiating heat as he removed his mask, leaned against the wall and casually reached for the water pouch at Erión's waist.

"Where is Lady Elene located?"

"There's a three-meter-tall monster hiding in the noble mansion sixty meters to the left." Arian chewed on a tender grass sprout; it tasted a little bitter, but it was invigorating.

He popped himself up again, aimed his crossbow at the corner of a house at the other end of the street, and snapped the wary monster in two.

Federico gulped down a big mouthful of water and felt incredibly refreshed.

He killed another twenty monsters today. If no one kills more than him, he will continue to hold the throne of the Sleeping King's Bedroom.

Although the king's bedroom wasn't comfortable to sleep in, since there was always a bunch of shameless bastards in the room, he absolutely couldn't hand over this honor to another group.

The light cavalry regiment has several exceptionally accurate archers. Once they occupy a high vantage point, they essentially claim the victory in the area, making them the strongest contenders for the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division.

The Third Division and First Regiment are also quite good, especially in large-scale operations. It's just a pity that this is an individual competition, so they can't fully utilize the strengths of the Third Division.

"Kid, I've thought about it carefully just now, and I think we should push from north to south, forcing their main force outside the city to retreat into the city or elsewhere."

Federico picked up his warhammer and solemnly announced his next tactical plan.

The two sides outside the city were still locked in a stalemate, with Federico and his men holding the initiative. Federico had originally planned to attack towards the city gate, launching a pincer attack with the troops outside the city.

But just as the monsters no longer approached the palace walls, the northern army would suffer heavy casualties in trying to seize the city gates, which seemed like a bad deal.

However, if the monsters inside the city can be slowly driven to the south of the royal city, and the northern army can control the area north of the city, then the monster army outside the city will have to face the dangerous situation of not being able to get effective support.

Then they will only have three choices: one is to actively return to the capital, the second is to fight a decisive battle with the northern army outside the city, and the third is to abandon the capital and turn south.

Erian continued loading his crossbow bolts, his expression unchanged, and said, "But Commander, we don't have accurate intelligence yet. At the very least, we need to know the exact distribution of the monsters within the city."

"That's simple. Scouts can conduct armed reconnaissance. I think the Papacy's position is quite good; it's high up and can see far."

Upon hearing this, the veteran standing nearby silently looked up at the sky and blinked twice.

He finally understood that most of the soldiers in the Northern Army were a group of fierce warriors who enjoyed fighting.

Is it possible that they were actually sent out on a reconnaissance mission? The result? Not only did they fail to gather any intelligence, but before they could even settle into their camp, they were swept up by a group of troops and forced into battle.

Ugh, can we please stop fighting? The enemy's main force is about to surround us...

"The Holy See, is it?" Elene, who had appeared before them unnoticed, slowly sheathed her sword. "I've wanted to burn that evil tower down for a long time. Next time, we'll bring plenty of Molotov cocktails and just storm it."

"What about His Excellency the Duke?" Federico was also somewhat intrigued. These monsters were using people as decorations, and at night they shone like a giant purple pillar. It was obvious that they were performing a cult ritual.

What is it called? Fertility worship.

However, despite the good idea, the Duke did not assign them any follow-up tasks.

Elena was silent for a moment. "Leave the Duke's affairs to me. You gather the troops and retreat, but be careful not to get surrounded."

"Erian, go and find some information about the monsters. I just discovered that the Duke is watching us from the city walls..."

Upon hearing this, Federico and Erian's expressions changed drastically. Although this operation was instigated by Lady Elene, who would dare to let the Duchess take the blame?

Federico took a deep breath; the scene of the Duke emphasizing military discipline was still vivid in his mind. He had truly miscalculated this time; if only the young lady were here…

"Um," the veteran slowly raised his hand, looking at the group of people who were all casting sharp glances at him, and said with an awkward smile, "I have managed to gather some intelligence here."