"Tell me the exact situation now!" Caslo patted Lance on the shoulder, comforting him as he questioned him.
"It's terrible! We don't even know where the enemy came from! The Wyvern Knights could only scout from high altitude. They found signs of disturbed soil, showing that those things crawled up from underground!" Lance shook his head and sighed.
"We don't have enough troops, and we don't have anyone to conduct a deep reconnaissance. You can't even find a single assassin in all of Pingnan City!" Lance said, on the verge of despair. There were skeleton soldiers below capable of long-range attacks; without assassins, the scouts under Lance's command did not even dare leave the city.
"...Hiss! They beat you this badly?" Caslo was stunned as he walked and observed with Lance. The miserable scene before him looked nothing like the once-elite Swift River Infantry Legion.
"The Third Legion's detachment was completely shattered!" Lance said shamefully. Pingnan City was garrisoned by soldiers from the Swift River Third Legion, and these soldiers had basically lost all combat capability.
"These Swift River Infantry have already been replaced once! If this keeps up, women will have to go to the battlefield!" Lance said painfully. As the first residents of a frontier city, they had naturally been young and able-bodied workers, and all of them had been candidates for the Swift River Infantry reserves. After militia recruitment was opened to resist the Undead Army, nearly every man in the city had gone to war. Most of those still holding their posts were reserve militiamen, while the true elite Swift River Infantry were basically all lying down!
"Don't worry! Not while I'm here!" Caslo reassured him.
"Once night falls, those damned things crawl out! We don't even know where they're hiding! We only know that at