125 Undead Slaughter (1/2)

[Front Gates of Ebonwick Fortress]

Sounds of heavy breaths of the soldiers can be heard,as they stand on top of the walls of the fortress. Trying to hold on to their shields and thrust their spear forward to keep the undead from climbing up the wall, with their shaking body with the sounds of arrows perishing the wind tearing apart the skulls of undead and roaring of cannons with the smell of blackpower in the air.

A group of hundred men were standing in the main gate of the fortress roaring with their lungs out as they faced the never-ending tide of Undead before them.

”Hold your position, we cannot allow a single one of these monster, cross this main gate or entire fortress will turn into ruins, do you hear me men's”shouted a man wearing a heavy armour with a longsword in his numb hand as he moves his sword and cut the undead into half, just in front of him and take a pause and looked at his fellow soldiers who are mentally and physically exhausted. But still moving their tired body and cutting the undead skeleton before him with the little strength they have left in their body.

”Front unit move back and take some rest, second unit come forward”

Hearing that quickly the hundreds men's move backwards letting the person behind them come forward without a delay.

A movement and coordination was flawless without any delay and wasteful movement.

As the new row of soldiers continued their fight and the first unit withdrew with their tired body and trembling legs.

The commander also gave his position to his second in command officer as he dragged his tired body and collapsed inside the gates. Falling down on his knees as the man runs up to him and offers him some water and wipe the sweat on his head.

As the man took a long breath and looked at the young man before him”Rick, what is the condition of storage and war resources”asked the man as he regulated his breath.

Young man named Rick shook his head with a gloomy look in his face”We only have a thousand arrows left as for the cannon balls and gun power. They are already out of stock”

Hearing that commander Darwin turned grim and despair covered his eyes, he looked at the endless sea of undead skeletons clashing towards the main gate with only a hundred men guarding the door.

As he remembered what had happened this morning.

Being a commander of heavy armoured division and person in-charge of Ebonwick Fortress city for more than ten years. He had been through many near death struggles; while patrolling around the boundary of inner regions of ancient battlefields and also had fought,and crushed many groups of undead as well as seen many weird and hideous creatures.

Just looking at them, one will get goosebumps and make one run for their lives.

In front of all those undead creatures these undead skeletons are nothing.

With his soldiers there have been many times that he had just crushed a group of a hundred skeletons just by himself.

They are slow with dull movement with no destruction power, and ability to harm a peak rank three fighter like him.

Among all the undead, they are the most common can once and stronger version of them are skeleton soldiers with crappy broken armour and dull swords.

Both are rank 2 and rank 3 undead respectively.

Until this morning, being a soldier responsible for guarding the fortress and constantly patrolling the outer region of the ancient battlefield.

The day and night does not make much of a difference. Just during the day , the skies do not look gloomy and make them feel more comfortable but not this morning.

With the draw of the day, the night petrol group returned and reported about the abnormal increase of undead inside the outer region of the ancient battlefield.

Thirty minutes later, archers in towers observed the first scattered group of undead skeletons outside the outer perimeter of the ancient battlefield and that was the sign of the beginning of our nightmare.

Being here for ten years, I have been observing undeads for a long time and have noticed, whatever may be the cause, they never left the ancient battlefield and remembered the legendary undead calamity which occurred more than hundred thousand years ago and ordered all soldiers to get ready.

Specifically ordering the light armour division to charge and destroy the group of Undead skeletons.

Thinking about that Darwin took a deep breath and looked towards the sky.

”The greatest mistake and wrong decision, I have ever made in my life”

After the first group of Undead skeletons were destroyed more and more skeletons started to gather towards the fortress.

For the first one hour, they have fully crushed waves of undead skeletons but as the time dragged on more and more soldiers started to get tired and defending the fortress started to become more and more difficult.

Two hours later, they finally started to feel the power of the undead skeleton as they kept on coming, forming an endless sea of skeletons.

Once weak and the topic of laughter becomes their nightmare.

Soldiers were fighting without eating or drinking for three hours without taking any rest and were mental and physically endurance was already at their limit but still they didn't stop and kept changing places with their fellow soldiers. One takes some rest while others fight and somehow have fought till now with an unyielding spirit.

On the other hand undead don't have any limitations on their endurance and their numbers overwhelm them.

”If this continues on, we won't be able to hold on for more than half and hour”

Just when Darwin had given up all hopes a soldier from the southern gate came running with a wide smile on his face as he tried to catch his breath.