The Power of the Spear Phalanx

Or rather, it seemed like the battle was initiated by the Imps that fluttered their wings and jumped in through the windows.

But for these Swadian Militia, who were already eager to achieve great deeds and make a name for themselves in this chaotic world.

Battle was exactly what they craved!

Swish swish swish swish!

The seemingly weak Hunting Crossbows shot out sharp bolts, directly blooming into splashes of blood on the Imps that had just jumped into the Wheat Field and hadn't had time to stand firm.

As the name suggests, the Hunting Crossbow was just a tool for hunting.

Compared to the standard War Crossbow, the stronger Heavy Crossbow, or even the Sniper Crossbow that only Rhodok Sharpshooters would be equipped with, it was practically insignificant.

As long as one wore thicker Leather Armor, the effectiveness of these Hunting Crossbows would be reduced by several tenths of their power.

However, these Imps had no armor.

They were completely naked.

They were using their bare flesh to withstand the bolts that were shot out by pulling the trigger directly within a 20-meter range!

Bolts with Iron Tips!

"Gak gak gak!" Two or three Imps standing at the very front were hit in the eyes, throat, or chest, fluttering their wings, struggling for a couple of times, and then suddenly falling to the ground.

A stronger smell of sulfur permeated the air, along with the dark red blood flowing from the Imps.

This seemed to cause a chain reaction.

"Gak gak gak!"

Those Imps all widened their scarlet eyes, howling and fluttering their wings, raising the Iron Forks or Iron Spears in their hands, half-jumping and half-flying towards Shen Mu and his Swadian Militia.

"Spear Phalanx! Forward!" A slightly older Swadian Militia member was already giving commands in a deep voice.

Their movements were as standard as they were on the training ground, or when encountering Robbers while patrolling the outskirts of the village.

Perhaps their hands were trembling slightly due to excitement.

But.

The Spears, which were made of solid hardwood and had sharp Iron Tips at the front, could still kill as long as there was enough strength to thrust them out!

So they saw the first few Imps, baring their teeth and fluttering their bat wings towards them.

Before they even landed, they tried to charge directly into the Swadian Militia's Spear Phalanx from mid-air.

Then they were directly impaled like Tanghulu by the Spears that were thrust out with great force, carrying the bloody holes on their bodies, and were lifted into the air by the Spears!

"Kill!" But these Swadian Militia had no intention of stopping at all.

They pulled back the Spears in their hands, and then, using the force from their arms, thrust them out fiercely again.

No matter how many Imps charged forward.

These Swadian Militia still mechanically thrust their Spears back and forth, just as they had been trained!

As a result, in just a short moment, more than ten Imps were directly stabbed to death in front of the Spear Phalanx.

The strong smell of blood and the foul smell of sulfur intertwined.

This caused the Imps fluttering their wings behind them to suddenly feel fear, and they dared not continue to charge forward and kill!

"These monsters, they can also feel fear?" This made Shen Mu, who had been holding a Longsword and supervising the battle from behind, slightly stunned.

In the memory of his previous body, there was no experience of fighting so many Undead Monsters.

At most, he would fight a single Zombie or see four or five or more Skeletons and run away as fast as he could.

Or he would hide in places with fire and live a precarious existence.

Situations like this.

In the memory of his previous body, only those lucky enough to obtain a Spiritual Realm Mark, or those who were commanders with Spiritual Realm creatures, were qualified to engage in such fierce battles!

And now, Shen Mu, possessing the Mount & Blade System and the Mount & Blade Troop Types it brought, actually had a feeling of...

Being a commander leading Spiritual Realm creatures!

"Perhaps it really is like this." Shen Mu thought of the Blue Star rules that had now been eroded by the Necromantic Rules.

The powerful Firearms that humans once had were all ineffective.

Even the Cold Weapons native to Blue Star had, to some extent, become fragile.

It wasn't that the word fragile was accurate.

Rather, their effectiveness against Undead Monsters under the influence of the Necromantic Rules was quite limited!

In Shen Mu's mind, he had seen it more than once: the native Cold Weapons of Blue Star, whether it was a broadsword, a self-made iron sword, or even Cold Weapons that had been passed down through history.

When fighting Undead Monsters, they were even less effective than a rusty Cleaver that had been passed down from the Spiritual Realm!

It was as if the Cold Weapons of Blue Star were inherently seventy to eighty percent less effective than the Cold Weapons of the Spiritual Realm when fighting Undead Monsters, becoming extremely - 'fragile'!

This was also why, even though Blue Star had lost its technology, under its existing industrial strength, it was still in an absolute disadvantage when facing the endless stream of Undead Monsters.

"But it's different now." Shen Mu looked at the Swadian Militia beside him, who were still thrusting the Spears in their hands.

Stabbing every Imp that dared to advance, killing them before the Spear Phalanx.

Accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

And the piled-up corpses of Imps.

Shen Mu's smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, Shen Mu suddenly realized that the fear of Undead Monsters that his previous self had...

Was starting to dissipate!

"Kill!"

Shen Mu directly drew his Longsword, looking at the remaining twenty or thirty Imps that looked like dwarves, flapping their wings but not daring to continue their attack.

So he immediately led the Swadian Militia around him, intending to completely eliminate these Imps.

To end this battle with his own hands!

Unconsciously, Shen Mu's mindset had undergone a complete change.

Facing these Undead Monsters, he was no longer so afraid.

Even.

He could personally kill these monsters!

Clang! The sharp Longsword directly pierced into the chest of the last Imp.

This Imp twisted and let out a sharp cry, its ferocious face just a facade of bluster.

"Die!" Shen Mu twisted the Longsword in his hand, directly crushing the heart in the Imp's chest. As the blood gurgled out, the Imp completely lost its breath.

And all around Shen Mu.

The Swadian Militia, holding Pointed Hoes and using Wooden Shields to cover their upper bodies with their left hands, were now cleaning up the battlefield.

Whether they saw an Imp still twitching and not completely dead, or saw the corpse of an Imp that had fallen to the ground and lost its breath.

They raised the Pointed Hoe in their hand and struck the head fiercely.

With the crisp sound of bone cracking, and the pattern of blood mixed with brain matter splashing, they nodded with satisfaction, stepped over, and struck the next Imp corpse again.

Cleaning up the battlefield was this serious and rigorous.

This was also a necessary method learned in the Kingdom of Swadia.

For the bandits or robbers who had been offended, letting them go would not bring anything good to the village.

In troubled times, in the world of Mount & Blade.

Kindness and mercy.

Often led to tragedy in the end.

Letting go of bad people was equivalent to giving them another chance. If one was unlucky at that time, it would implicate family, friends, and the entire village.

It was the same now.

Moreover, what these Swadian Militia were encountering now was not just the people of Calradia.

But terrifying monsters from another world!

"The rest of the cleanup work is up to you."

Shen Mu, holding the Longsword that was still dripping dark red blood, looked at the militia who were still cleaning up the battlefield and instructed them, then turned and walked towards the room, not forgetting to remind them, "Remember, throw all these corpses out the window."

"We understand," the Swadian Militia replied respectfully.

After returning to the room, Shen Mu casually pulled over a piece of rags and wiped the sticky dark red blood off the Longsword.

Then he threw it into the brazier and added two more pieces of firewood to make the bonfire burn brighter.

He also picked up a candle and lit it, replacing the one in the toilet that was about to burn out.

After all this was done, he finally sat back on the bed.

A dialogue box appeared before his eyes.

Ding! Congratulations! You have won this battle!
This was a refreshing victory!
You and your subordinates fought bravely and obtained 1 Bronze Chest.
You have completed the mission!
You have obtained the following rewards!