With the gates sealed shut, the defensive pressure atop the walls suddenly rose sharply. While directing the battle, White Butcher directly took up his battle saber and joined the defense of the walls of their southern frontier fortress.
"Cover the dumping of the rolling logs! Don't let the Ratmen below climb the walls unchecked!"
In this situation, a huge number of Ratmen Slave Soldiers had piled up beneath the walls outside their fortress. Throwing down rolling logs at this moment could essentially maximize their killing power.
The moment an opportunity arose, they sent a volley of rolling logs crashing down.
Amid the great sprays of exploding blood, the defensive pressure atop their walls felt considerably lighter.
After directing the troops on the walls to quickly finish off the Ratmen who had climbed up, White Butcher, having reclaimed the initiative in this offensive and defensive battle, would never easily hand it over again.
"Prepare the rolling logs!"
He watched for the moment when the surging Rat Tide outside the fortress piled up beyond their walls and prepared to begin climbing.
"Release!"
At White Butcher's command, another volley of rolling logs crashed down.
Under the heavy blows formed as the rolling logs plummeted, sheets of blood erupted one after another, giving the garrison soldiers—including White Butcher—a surge of indescribable relief.
They even felt that if they possessed an unlimited supply of rolling logs, then as long as they maintained this throwing rhythm, they could effortlessly wipe out an entire stretch of Rat Tide.
But this idea was clearly unrealistic.
The Ratmen's frenzied offensive, day and night for two straight days, had caused their defensive supplies to be consumed in huge quantities.
At this point, the number of rolling logs remaining inside their fortress was already quite low.
This situation gave White Butcher