Daniel looked ahead from among the skeletons. The enemy's formation was still several miles away from the water, but they couldn't retreat any further. With this formation, the soldiers had no way out and would fight with their lives on the line.
Daniel couldn't help but stamp his feet lightly. The three huge heads of Piceus shook under his feet. He felt his master's retreat and was a little dissatisfied. Daniel suddenly realized what he was afraid of. Even if the enemy fought with their lives on the line, Salin didn't give him a death order. He just needed to kill a certain number of enemies. Salin didn't even let him bring all the skeletons back.
Thinking of this, Daniel took off the small telescope from his waist. He had been polishing this thing for a long time. Although it couldn't see as far as Salin's, he was very close to the enemy now. He could use this to observe the enemy's expressions.
The East Sea Coalition Army's formation wasn't neat. Many low-ranking officers didn't escape, and the soldiers just gathered together instinctively. The high-ranking generals couldn't command so many soldiers, and they were also waiting for the general's orders. Therefore, the morale of this army of ten thousand people was low. They didn't even clean up their comrades who had just died, leaving the corpses lying on the ice.
Daniel saw through the telescope that the soldiers' faces were full of panic, fear, hunger, and confusion.
Daniel didn't learn anything about commanding a battle, but he was a necromancer, so he still had some knowledge about human emotions. Seeing the enemy soldiers' expressions, Daniel immediately took out a small drum only one foot in diameter from his leather bag. He then took out a white bone and started beating on the drum.
Dong! Dong!
The sound of the drum had a sense of emptiness and desolation. As it spread out on the ice, all the skeletons became excited. This was the undead war drum, which could stimulate the undead's fighting consciousness. Under the urging of the war drum, the three thousand skeletons strode forward with bone spears in their hands and pounced on the coalition army.
The coalition soldiers were cold and hungry. Their teeth chattered, making a sound that sounded like skeletons grinding their teeth.
Most of the soldiers didn't carry spears, only long swords. However, the long swords were less than one meter long, which wasn't good for large-scale battles. Although the skeletons weren't strong, the best way to make them lose their fighting strength was to use heavy weapons.
These soldiers didn't carry heavy weapons at all, and they all sank with the ship.
The general gave the order to attack in a deep voice. Finally, an officer urged the soldiers to blow the horn, and a thousand soldiers rushed toward the skeletons. The two armies collided fiercely without any fancy moves. The skeleton spears stabbed out with all their might. The soldiers didn't have any shields and relied only on their leather armor to block such damage.
The coalition quickly organized another two thousand soldiers and approached from both sides. A head-on battle would definitely be disadvantageous to the allied forces. They were not well-equipped, and even if they were to deal with low-level skeletons, the soldiers would still be extremely weak. The climate of the countries in the East China Sea was not so harsh. Some high altitude areas even had snow, but the low-lying plains were like spring all year round. In this environment, the soldiers' equipment had a special style.
In order to hold a weapon tightly in battle, a soldier's glove was an essential piece of equipment. The soldiers wore the gloves of the soldiers. The soldiers' gloves. and the soldiers wore the gloves. This kind of sackcloth was very thick, very sturdy, and even waterproof, but it had no ability to keep out the cold. The soldiers had been frozen on the beach for half a day, and their fingers were already numb. With both sides clashing against each other, many of the soldiers' weapons flew out of their hands during the battle.
These were not peasant soldiers, but real soldiers. They had been trained for at least five years, and all of them had combat experience. However, it was precisely these elite soldiers that were crushed by the lowest-level skeletons.
The three thousand skeletons held their spears and advanced. They didn't care about the troops on both sides. Under the influence of the undead war drum, the skeletons' vitality was strengthened. They didn't have magic weapons. Unless they were cut to pieces, they would fight to the end. The undead were afraid, but they weren't afraid of the people in front of them.
Daniel didn't care about the attacks on both sides. The undead were not human. He didn't summon these skeletons. He couldn't control them to change their formation. Moreover, the attacks from both sides weren't fatal. The enemy didn't have cavalry. If they only relied on infantry, it would be a battle of individual combat strength.
The skeletons didn't panic. No matter what advantageous position the enemy occupied, they would still stab forward with their spears. They would either kill the enemy or be torn apart by the enemy.
The two hundred or so barbarians behind the skeletons were very agile. They didn't rush forward with the skeletons. Instead, they rode on the skeletons' horses and shot arrows from behind. The two thousand soldiers attacked from both sides. The barbarians only harassed them within the range of the arrows. They didn't run or help.
The strength of the barbarians couldn't be underestimated. They used soft hunting bows. They were useless against iron armor, but they could still cause damage against the enemy's light leather armor. The Barbarian could shoot hundreds of arrows without any hesitation with this kind of bow that had very little pull.
Of course, this was all thanks to Salin. He had high requirements for the soldiers' equipment. The barbarians hadn't been loyal for long, but every one who could shoot was given a metal bow opener. With this, they wouldn't hurt their fingers. They also relied on their arms to exert force, which increased the archer's combat strength.
The bow opener's only disadvantage was that it wore out the bowstring. Normally, if a bowstring was pulled by fingers, it could shoot at least two thousand arrows before it became useless. With a bow opener, the wear and tear would be doubled. To reduce the wear and tear, they had to add grease or improve the quality of the bow opener. Both of these would increase the cost.
Therefore, Salin's soldiers all had two bow openers. One was made with alchemy, and was used to make high quality bows. The other was an ordinary bow opener, used for training or ordinary bows.
Actually, Salin didn't have enough manpower. It wasn't time to divide the different types of soldiers. However, he learned one thing from Rex. The soldiers would give you what you invested in them.
The general watched the battle from behind. He had no hope of winning. He could tell that this undead army didn't intend to completely destroy them. They were only here to weaken their strength. When their strength was weakened to a certain extent, they wouldn't be able to attack the city. By then, the enemy would only need to guard the harbor, and they would die of hunger and cold.
If his warship was still here, and his soldiers were well-equipped, they wouldn't have a problem facing the three thousand skeletons. He only needed to set up iron shields at the front and use heavy infantry to attack from the sides. That would be enough to crush the undead army.
However, all his soldiers were using swords. They didn't have any weapons like hammers, axes, or halberds. The soldiers didn't have any tools to protect them from the cold. Their hands and feet were numb. When they slashed with swords that weighed only about one kilogram, they could at most leave shallow marks on the skeletons. It would take more than ten slashes to kill one skeleton. No matter how good his commanding skills were, it was useless unless he could float the warship from the bottom of the sea and distribute the heavy equipment to the soldiers.
The three thousand soldiers and the three thousand skeletons fought. More than half of the seven thousand soldiers in the formation behind had no weapons. They could only watch.
The general suddenly sighed and said to the mages beside him, "Go, all of you. Use Wind Speed to leave. The enemy won't chase after mages."
"General, we won't leave. Master Youxi Marceau isn't back yet." A few gray-robed mages were anxious. Although the Magic Shooter and the level-six mage had left, they still had the power to decide the outcome of the battle.
"Can you catch up with the skeleton warhorses?" the general asked, pointing at the barbarians who were shooting arrows.
The gray-robed mages were speechless. It would take time for Wind Speed to catch up with the warhorses. This was because the warhorses' stamina would decrease, but the skeleton warhorses didn't. At least they couldn't catch up before the barbarians ran back.
"Do you see the revenant in the team?"
"Yes."
"That's a level-eight revenant, Peaches." The general's voice was cold. "Maybe that necromancer's level is low, but this revenant's combat power is no lower than level-seven. You can't help me even if you're here. Forget about waiting for Youxi Marceau to return, he might never come back. You guys, go. "
"But, sir!"
"Our main fleet has gone to Lianyun City. You guys go there and find them. If we continue fighting, my defeat here is irreversible." As the general spoke, he took off his strange helmet and threw it on the ground. He said to the soldiers around him, "This time, you don't have to protect me. Just kill a few more enemies."
His helmet was more decorative. Wearing it on his head would only affect his vision. The general didn't expect that there would be a day when he had to kill the enemy himself.
When the remaining generals heard the general's words, their eyes turned gray.
"What's with your expressions? As a soldier, isn't dying on the battlefield enough for you? "
"It's all your fault. Why did you steal the warships? That warship is more advanced than ours. The enemy must be very powerful. If it weren't for your orders, we wouldn't have ended up like this! "
One of the generals couldn't help but point at the general and scold him. The general sneered. "When we stole it, you were all talking about how to distribute it. Now you're blaming me?" He stared coldly at everyone and continued, "We're here to conquer. Do we still want to do business with them? "
"But we have the right to surrender!"
"No, at least you don't." The general suddenly pulled out his longsword and took a step forward. He crossed more than five meters and stabbed the longsword into the general's mouth who had offended him. The longsword retracted at lightning speed. It was covered in bright red blood.
"Who else wants to surrender?"
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