Global Composite Master: Compositing an Undead Army from the Start

Chapter 465: Chapter 245: Wisdom and Plan to Take Over the City! (Two in One)_3

The tips of the Musketeers’ Long Spears pierced the enemy with a WHOOSH.

The Cavalry galloped across the battlefield, drawing their bows and loosing arrows. The sound of the arrows mixed with the howling wind, making ears throb.

Magic exploded, releasing dazzling light!

As the melee Soldiers charged, the two armies quickly clashed in fierce combat, descending into a chaotic battlefield.

Blades, spears, swords, and shields clashed. Arrows crisscrossed, Magic exploded, and bones flew.

The battling Soldiers grappled with each other, shouting loudly.

The sounds of clashing weapons, screams, ragged gasps, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

Flesh and blood flew. Corpses piled up. It was a ruthless slaughter.

Ryan constantly directed the Rebel Army, his resounding voice echoing across the battlefield, “Overwhelm them!”

The Rebel Army, led by Ryan, performed exceptionally well, their morale high. What startled Chen Mo was that the Rebel Army had actually gained a slight advantage.

How is it possible that four Leaders against one Marshal and four Generals can still gain an advantage?

Soon, Chen Mo discovered that the five elites of the Imperial Army were not fully committed to the fight. It was a strategy by the Imperial Army: feign weakness to bait the Rebel Army into an all-out attack.

As the saying goes: the first charge carries the most vigor, the second sees it wane, and the third exhausts it.

Ryan’s army gained a significant advantage in the initial offensive. However, when they realized their prolonged assault was futile and the enemy seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment, their momentum faltered and morale quickly diminished.

Observing this, Chen Mo estimated it wouldn’t be long before the Rebel Army showed signs of faltering.

Indeed, Ryan quickly realized the problem.

Dressed in a white robe, while casting buffs for his entire team, Ryan began to consider countermeasures.

This is troublesome. We’ve fallen into the enemy’s trap. Once the Soldiers’ morale begins to drop, the enemy army will undoubtedly launch a full-scale attack. By then, the enemy will be surging with strength while our side falters. There’s absolutely no chance we can withstand their onslaught!

Seeing the critical situation, Ryan’s brow furrowed tightly. He could feel the morale of the Rebel Army Soldiers steadily decreasing.

He knew he had to take action to change the situation.

He shouted loudly, “Warriors! We cannot give up! For our freedom and dignity, we must fight on!”

Ryan’s words slightly uplifted the Rebel Army’s morale. They surged with renewed vigor and continued fighting, but the battle had already demanded a heavy sacrifice from them.

Many of them had already fallen, struck by enemy swords and arrows. Wounded Soldiers screamed in agony as blood and bodies littered the ground, staining it crimson.

In the battle, infantry and Cavalry mingled, blades clashed, and the sound of hooves thundered across the field.

With morale running high, the Musketeers formed a phalanx with their Long Spears, thrusting at the enemy’s charging vanguard.

The archers loosed countless arrows. The shafts flew swiftly through the air, striking enemy shields or bodies with sharp THWACKS.

Mages unleashed an array of devastating spells—Fireballs, Thunder, and Ice Cones—blasting enemies to pieces.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Army was not to be outdone. Their infantry and Cavalry formed an ironclad formation, charging towards the Rebel Army’s lines.

Neither arrows nor Magic could halt their advance. They launched a fierce charge, cutting down the Rebel Army’s Soldiers.

The entire battlefield was filled with blood and smoke. The shouts of Soldiers and their death cries echoed incessantly, accompanied by the neighing of warhorses and the clash of weapons. The scene was one of utter chaos.

Time seemed to stand still. Each person fought desperately in their own corner, only the sounds of death and battle reverberating endlessly.

Though the Rebel Army resisted bravely, the tide of battle had turned irreversibly. Their morale and fighting strength had reached their limits.