The Ratmen commander was caught between a rock and a hard place.
The hideous, crazed face of the Rotten Chieftain surfaced in his mind, making his heart tremble.
Even among the regular Ratmen army, Giant Rat Knights belonged to the elite troops. Having fought this far, if he returned without any results to show, he feared he would have trouble explaining himself.
At that thought, the Ratmen commander's gaze swiftly hardened, and the orders that followed were quickly issued.
Meanwhile, inside the Southern Border Fortress, White Butcher steadied his breathing and calmly commanded the soldiers under him, continuously neutralizing the Rat Tide's attacks.
Throughout the process, the human soldiers gradually accumulated a certain amount of experience. Little by little, they were able to deal with some situations quickly on their own.
This greatly reduced White Butcher's burden.
Otherwise, commanding the battle from start to finish with his attention focused to the limit, while constantly worrying over the defensive positions on both sides, would have exhausted anyone to death if it lasted an entire day.
The Ratmen's assault continued, and before anyone realized it, noon had arrived.
A whole morning of fighting caused intense fatigue to overtake the soldiers' bodies once again.
After yesterday's prolonged and fierce battle, the soldiers' physical condition had not fully recovered in the first place, making today's fatigue especially fierce.
Seeing the soldiers' condition deteriorate, White Butcher, out of caution, hurriedly ordered the fortress gates closed so that the soldiers could recover under their protection.
Unexpectedly, less than five seconds after the gates closed, an extremely dense chain of explosions erupted outside.
White Butcher's expression changed when he heard the sound. He knew it far too well—the Ratmen had started blowing themselves up again!
During this, through the small windows in the gates, the spears thrust