The gatekeeper's death and Morgan's roar had an immediate effect. The gate began opening much faster, and those outside could even hear strenuous shouts of "One, two, three!" coming from within.
But during the time they had wasted earlier, the Berserk Animals that had followed the Morgan Army all the way here had already reached the city gates!
"Commander Morgan, go inside. I'll cover the rear!" The man gripping a massive iron hammer stood before the gate, glaring fiercely at the beasts charging toward them.
Morgan did not immediately enter. His eyes flickered, and he ordered, "Shooting Team, get up on the walls. The melee squad, support Hammer."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his blade and sprinted off in another direction!
"Boss Morgan?!" The Morgan Army soldiers defending the gate against the beasts were shocked.
"Follow orders! Shooting Team, get up there!" Hammer roared, watching Morgan's departing back with worry and confusion.
With the advantage of the terrain, the defenders inflicted heavy casualties on the first wave of beasts. The Shooting Team atop the base walls had an excellent angle of attack, and with weapons and ammunition continuously supplied from within the base, they worked with the melee squad below to firmly hold back the beasts.
But this battle formation was only effective at the start. Under the beasts' suicidal assault, the melee squad guarding the gate gradually began to falter. Their strength, drained by their desperate run back here, was nearly exhausted.
"This is bad!" Hammer was drenched in sweat, and the uneasy feeling in his heart grew stronger.
These beasts were far too strange. They were clearly different from the mindless animals they had encountered before. Most importantly, the group contained many different species, including natural enemies. How could they possibly work together to