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Chapter 1330 1328. Murphy's Dark Military Strategy: The Short Man's Head
Banks City, the largest city in East Prussia, has undoubtedly become the eye of the storm shrouded in eternal night. From last night till now, the fighting inside and outside the city has never stopped.

Although it is still protected by the artifact of light placed in the city, the brilliant light covers the city and prevents the malice of the night from entering. However, as the number of civilians taken into the city continues to increase, the chaos that appears everywhere is also erupting uncontrollably.

No matter how many times Marshal Loren's warriors cleaned up the city, there would always be inexplicable Chaos creatures that would appear silently and cause a massacre in a certain area.

Loren and the commanders were puzzled by this, as they had clearly made preparations for defense. The final answer was finally revealed when the earth priests of Silver Castle arrived in Banks City through earth walking.

"It's the ratmen! The ratmen dug many holes underground leading to various parts of the city, and those evil creatures entered the city through the holes."

The Earth Priest of the Silver Castle, whose face was covered with various runes, said to Loren and his commanders in a serious tone:

"We are doing our best to reinforce the ground to prevent the ratmen from repeating the digging offensive during the Black Disaster. Mother Goddess Gaia has also turned her benevolent gaze to East Prussia. All cities and towns that are still holding out can receive her protection, and there will be no large-scale surface collapse that will lead to the destruction of towns.

However, this is only an emergency measure!
As long as the rats don't stop their activities, the trend of evil creatures entering the city cannot be interrupted. More importantly, through the survey of the surrounding terrain, little Loren, I must tell you the worst news.

Currently, there are only seven cities in East Prussia with a population of more than 100,000, including Banks City. The rest are all gone. This means that what we are going to face next will be a complete chaos invasion.

Their first target is Banks City. If this city falls, East Prussia will instantly turn into a land of chaos."

"I know, I know you are not exaggerating despair. I have also made up my mind to stay here until the last moment. You don't have to doubt my determination."

The half-dwarf marshal, whose eyes were red from not resting for more than twenty hours, spoke in a deep voice, but then fell silent, and the commanders beside him were also silent.

They were all soldiers who escorted civilians from surrounding towns through the darkness of night to Banks City, but the number of commanders here was far less than the number of officers stationed in various towns by the Pioneer Corps. Needless to say, the fate of those who had not yet arrived in Banks City at this time was beyond description.

Although Transia also opened its borders and sent troops to pick up fleeing civilians, according to the summary there, the number of refugees they collected was seriously inconsistent with the number of residents in East Prussia.

The officers' thoughts could be sensed without words, but the marshal didn't have time to hold a combat mobilization meeting for them. He could only use the simplest and most direct orders to keep them busy and not let their minds wander.

"The support from the Ring Tower has arrived at the Fortress of Pioneer. Count Lyon has done a great job there. The settlements in the northern part of East Prussia have basically been evacuated successfully. They also fought a victory against the servants of darkness there.

The Fortress will become the defense center of the north, and we don’t need to worry about the situation there for the time being.”

The marshal stood on a chair in front of the sand table and shouted to the officers around him:
“The southern part is the most troublesome at the moment!
The army that General Soros led out of Dorod Fortress had to pass through three towns along the way, two of which had cut off contact with us. I believe that Soros's will will not be defeated by the darkness, but they will most likely not be able to arrive here when we need them most.

There is also bad news.

A strange gathering of darkness appeared in the plain area west of Banks leading to the province of Anjou. It seemed that the Lord of Darkness was no longer satisfied with swallowing up East Prussia, and it had extended its claws to Anjou. However, this was also good news, because the army of the Capet family was advancing towards the city of Banks from this direction.

That was a private army that the Capet family took two generations to build. It was considered the elite in the entire kingdom. This time, Count Lyon put all his family fortune on the line, and as far as I know, the Greene Legion was also entering Anjou at the fastest speed.

Finally, there are the Transians.
Okay, I know this is the word you hate the most, but now, we have to count on their support.

Their marching speed was astonishingly fast. The contact thirty minutes ago informed them that one of their transport convoys, loaded with various support, had arrived at the town of Marlow, which was less than five hours away from Banks City.

In other words, our support is always at hand!

So, don't be so sullen! Cheer up, go to the city wall and control the supplies and weapons dropped from the air, and use those weapons to drive the evil creatures that have climbed onto the city wall down!

By the way, we will organize a commando team to meet the Transian transport team entering the city. If we get those supplies, we can hold out longer."

"Marshal, it's not that we don't dare to fight, it's just that the casualties among our soldiers are too heavy."

An officer could not help but retort:
"We have been fighting since we arrived at Banks City. Our soldiers have not rested for even a minute. There are not enough soldiers, even with the militia, to protect all the city walls. We also need to send people to patrol the city. Without the deterrence of the soldiers, the frightened civilians will cause chaos on their own.

me."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

The dwarf marshal standing on the chair looked at his officers with a cold gaze, his hand already on the holster at his waist, and there were officers next to him pulling the guy who was talking nonsense.

But the latter still gritted his teeth and spoke his thoughts. He said:
“I propose that we retreat!

Use the artifact of glory to escort the civilians to evacuate and retreat towards Anjou!

We can't continue to fight under this eternal night. This damn place will destroy our minds. And those damned Chaos creatures, even if we kill them all, their corpses will continue to pollute. The warriors are almost driven crazy. "

"Retreat to Anjou? It would take several days to travel this distance even under normal circumstances! How many people are there in this city now? Even if we can really retreat to Anjou, how many people can survive?"

The marshal drew his pistol and roared:

"Do you think that the other people in this city are a burden? They hinder your escape? Do you still remember the oath you made the day you joined the Pioneer Corps? Do you need me to repeat it for you?
You coward! "

"I'm not a coward! You can't humiliate me like this, but we can't win this battle! If we drag it on like this, we'll be buried with everyone in the city. If we break out now, at least some people will survive, but if we stay here, no one will survive!"

The officer was also anxious.

He also tried to draw his weapon but was held down by the person next to him.

It could still be considered a debate, but drawing a weapon in front of the Marshal was a different matter. The last war hero who did so was now a wandering mercenary in the Black Flame Mercenary Group and had lost a leg.

Of course, Ron's leg was not chopped off by the marshal himself.

"boom"

A sharp gunshot rang out in the room, shocking everyone. The guards at the door rushed in, but did not see a body lying in a pool of blood.

The officer fell to the ground with the bouncing bullet at his feet.

The dwarf marshal in front of him placed the gun that was emitting gunpowder smoke next to the sand table, waved his hand and said:

"Take off his military rank and insignia. He is no longer a soldier and can enjoy the freedom of a civilian. Let him go out of the city and go wherever he wants. Is there anyone who is not willing to accompany me and this city to the end under this dark curtain of light-eating?
Hand over your military emblem and weapons yourself!
I won't stop you from finding a way to survive. If you are still indecisive in this situation, you will only drag down others even if you really go to the battlefield.

Let me make it clear, as long as I am still here, as long as I am not dead, and as long as the flag of the Pioneer Corps has not fallen, this city must hold on.

Just like the Xike City back then."

"marshal!"

An old officer beside him immediately pushed the marshal's arm, indicating that he had said the wrong thing. Everyone present knew the ending of Xike City that year. Marshal Loren might be too tired to use this example as an analogy.

This is too unlucky. Loren was also stunned.

He also felt that he might have said something wrong because he was under too much pressure. Why did he suddenly say that?
However, his meaning was indeed conveyed to the officers present. Several loyalists immediately saluted, accepted the order, and turned to leave. The remaining officers said no more and went to carry out the order.

The dispirited guy was carried out by the military police, and after the door was closed, his heart-wrenching shouts and cries were heard. He was deprived of his soldier identity and all honors. For a coward, this didn't matter, but for a real soldier, this was more painful than killing him.

"Perhaps you should consider the advice of that officer just now, Little Loren."

The silver dwarf priest in the room whispered:

“Just now, there are some things that I cannot tell you because there are so many people around. But you should know that although the gods have set their sights on this land and have tried their best to build large and small shelters with the help of the holy emblems scattered all over the place, the gods are also very tired. Outside our world, they have just fought a war that we can hardly imagine.

The gods cannot protect this place forever.

Now that the ratmen have joined the battlefield, it is only a matter of time before the situation in East Prussia deteriorates.

Maybe we should break out.

But not towards Anjou, but in the opposite direction!
Send the civilians to Transia, so that you can stop being so cautious and fight the darkness that shrouds this place."

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"No, you can't do that."

The dwarf marshal shook his head and said:
"Now that the Chaos creatures have been dispersed, moving nearly a million civilians is like putting fat meat in front of hungry beasts. We must defend this city to accumulate as much vitality as possible for East Prussia.

Be it the Skaven or Chaos, their current military strength is not enough to break through the city of Banks.

As long as we can hold out until reinforcements arrive, the situation can be brought under control!"

"That's the problem, Loren. You and your city can't hold out until the Transians arrive. They have to fight their way through half of the chaos in East Prussia from the Maginot Line. Even if they are fast, it will take at least a day. But do you think Banks City can survive the coming night?"

The Earth Priest advised:
"The power of the Lord of Darkness has become so strong after one night. It may reach its peak power in another night. And little Loren, I think your mood is a little bit wrong now. You seem to want to prove something, which makes you lose your usual calmness.

Can you tell me the reason?"

"I"

As soon as the marshal opened his mouth, he heard a loud noise not far away, and the entire command center was shaken.

This made the marshal grab his weapon immediately, and the earth priest beside him took him to a high place outside using the earth walking technique. The marshal saw several houses in a residential area collapsed in the dust, as if the ground had cracked open a huge mouth, swallowing everything nearby, and then noisy ratmen poured out from it in the smoke and dust.

It was like black ink spreading in a basin, but then a beam of blood came down from the sky. General Kudel rushed in to stop the ratmen and the Chaos creatures rushing out of the tunnel, and the nearby soldiers began to fire wildly.

"Didn't you say that the ratmen couldn't dig the ground?"

Loren grabbed the sleeve of the Earth Priest beside him and shouted:
"What's going on?"

"This is already reinforced ground! Loren, calm down. Without the protection of the Mother Goddess, the tunnels dug by this number of ratmen are enough to collapse an entire city!"

The Earth Priest shook his head and said:
"This is the situation you are facing now! I participated in the war at Black Flame Pass, but the situation you are facing now is even more dangerous than the Black Disaster Battlefield. You must make a decision immediately."

"Boiled!"

The marshal cursed, gathered his guards and rushed forward.

The addition of this fresh force quickly stabilized the situation in that area, and with the help of the militiamen pressing in from all sides, the rats were pushed back to where they rushed out. Just as the marshal was about to fill the tunnel with an explosion, screams came from behind him, causing him to turn around with his bloody battle axe, and then he saw a group of naked Transians rushing out of the warehouse below the headquarters.

The guys were shouting and screaming, grabbing whatever weapons they could find around them, even dung forks, and then they rushed towards the ratmen with an unreasonable frenzy, howling.

Loren knew that these magical foreigners had finally appeared at this critical moment, and there were quite a lot of them. According to the information previously transmitted from Transia, this wave of support would include at least 5,000 people.

But this is still not enough!

If you want to defend Banks City, you need a truly "unbeatable ace".

The marshal looked at the ratmen who were screaming and howling in front of him. In this chaos, he remembered the army from the world of death that he had seen in the yellow sand of the Songhai people. If the Hades Army was here
Loren's expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed through his heart, allowing him to see through many truths that were previously hidden like fog. Why hasn't Murphy Dao appeared on this chaotic battlefield yet?
What on earth is he waiting for?
The Dwarf Marshal clenched his fists. He rushed over with his battle axe and caught Kudel who was killing a group of Chaos monsters. He stared at the vampire general and said:
"Murphy is in Xike City?"

"Ah."

General Kudel looked at Loren with a cold look, then nodded. He didn't say much, but Loren already knew Murphy's underlying meaning.

"Will I find support there?"

Seeing Kuder turn away, Loren shouted:
"Has he prepared a force there that could save East Prussia? Is he waiting for me there?"

"Governor Murphy is a busy man, Marshal. He does not have time to wait for a sinner to come to the scene of the crime and confess his past sins."

Kudel waved his hands and said:

“But you can try to go over and have a look, maybe you’ll get a surprise.

But this means that you will eventually have to make a difficult decision. The number of refugees in this city is about to exceed one million. If your soldiers show any signs of being unable to resist, a terrible change will be triggered in the city.

Under the cover of night, what is more terrifying than failure is losing your courage and allowing yourself to be dominated by fear.

So here comes the question.

Which is more important, the lives of millions of people, or your personal honor and disgrace?

Five hours until nightfall
We Transians are always patient, but the Lord of Darkness probably won't give you more time to think. Look at this light-devouring darkness, Marshal, look at the despair of this eternal night. Does it look like the sigh of death when a plague barrel falls from the sky and is smashed open?

I think they look alike.

what do you say? "

(End of this chapter)