Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

The veteran was right. The defeat at the front was inevitable.

From that day on, the recruits could see a large number of wounded soldiers on the road leading to the front, which formed a sharp contrast with the well-prepared soldiers in the camp.

There were not enough carriages for transportation. A large number of wounded soldiers dragged their tired bodies from the front along the road back to their camp, which was closest to the front.

They all had the same burns and scabs as the veterans. They used torn pieces of cloth as bandages to wrap up their wounds, and limped back to the camp with each other.

There was also almost the same numbness as the veterans, and the numbness of war was engraved on their faces.

They looked at the soldiers rushing to the front line as if they were looking at a group of future dead.

Most of the wounded soldiers had no weapons. Some of them carried special longbows on their backs, but there were no arrows in their quivers.

The recruits noticed that among the soldiers who had recently gone to the frontline, the number of soldiers using long-range weapons, bows and crossbows had exceeded three-quarters of the total.

There were also more war machines, heavy crossbows and catapults, all arriving at the frontline along with the soldiers.

That is to say, is the rune sword assigned to him really useless...

The wounded soldiers would only show a hint of the expression he had seen when they saw those knights with high spirits, knight squires and flying flags... The recruits could probably guess that it was gloating.

They were coldly happy to see the death of these knights, and apart from that, they did not raise a trace of pity.

The quartermasters quarreled with the lords in the camp, the wizards in gorgeous robes quarreled with the knights, and the wounded soldiers occasionally quarreled with the quartermasters, begging for more food.

The recruits knew that a new master had arrived at the camp with his vassal army. They took the militia recruited from their own castles and simple weapons and prepared to go to the front line.

There was shirking and arguing about whose team should go to the front line.

The recruits looked at the knights who were surrounded by the brilliant light of runes and could easily attack and cut down trees. They couldn't understand how to fight to defeat these knights.

The veteran said to him.

"Those who are afraid of death will die, and virtue can't buy a life."

Three days later, the quartermaster gave everyone shovels and asked them to dig various tunnels and traps on the spot, and build a mud wall with wood and mud in front of the camp. A tower that could be installed with war equipment was built with the cut wood.

There were no more troops going to the front line, only wounded soldiers pouring into the camp from the front line.

The recruits heard the quartermaster complain countless times that the camp's supplies were no longer enough to supply so many people, and that some of the wounded had to be sent back.

But the quartermaster who came from the rear explained to him helplessly that they had done their best to deliver supplies on time, and camps like theirs filled with wounded soldiers were all over the defense line.

The influx of wounded soldiers destroyed the already fragile order of the city... What's more, the owners of those castles were willing to provide them with housing.

Another week passed, and the earth-brown defense line had been built, with a large number of chevaux de frise and wooden fences deployed in rows. The veterans never looked far away again, and the green leaf line had passed their camp and extended to the rear.

Today's number of wounded soldiers was the largest, and he could still see a group of servants holding a bare flagpole and carrying a body on a simple wooden stretcher. The original flag on the flagpole was covered on the stretcher body.

This was the first time that the recruit saw the bodies of knights being carried back from the front line. He had never seen the bodies of knights before and thought they were not dead.

The recruit heard a horn in the distance. The long horizontal line of the army advanced along the line of battle. The enemy wore uniform yellow uniforms. In the center of the line of soldiers, golden and white gorgeous flags were erected, swaying in the autumn wind.

At first, the recruit suspected that they were flags on the vehicles, but found that the flags were held and raised by some green monsters as tall as their houses, wearing iron-gray armor. Behind each of these green monsters, there was a tree that was equally tall and swaying.

Looking beyond these trees, at the end of the line were chariots with protruding purple crystals. The large crystals were particularly conspicuous in the sun.

The people who formed the front line were humans like them. They held weapons like lances in their hands, but there were no shining spears falling. No one knew what they were used for.

Just watching from a distance, the recruit had already extinguished the thought of fighting against them.

He imagined that he was a knight, holding up his lance and rushing into the enemy camp... like a snowflake falling into an oil pan, disappearing in the ocean of enemies in the blink of an eye.

The tide of wounded soldiers had ended, and the enemy had really advanced to the front of their camp.

"They should launch an attack today..."

The veteran looked at the enemy who had stopped in the distance and did not move, and then looked up at the sun that began to sink in the sky.

The sunlight scattered and folded in the clouds, creating a magnificent sunset.

No one knew why, these enemies were afraid of the night. As long as the night was about to fall, they would stop their offensive steps and rest on the spot.

So many wounded soldiers survived in this way.

He patted the new soldier's shoulder with his remaining arm.

"Hurry up and dig."

A horn sounded in the distance, and the old soldier looked up in astonishment at the enemy group approaching from a distance.

The golden and white flags fluttered as they approached the camp filled with wounded soldiers and reserve troops. The yellow-clad soldiers who formed the front raised their blunt spears.

They arrogantly believed that the camp in front of them could not stop them.

Even though night was approaching.

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