The soldiers laughed and cried at the same time.
They were overwhelmed with excitement. They had thought they would never survive the night, yet the God of Thunder had descended and saved every one of them.
Even the general knelt.
Before something so sacred, failing to kneel would have been an affront.
What was more, the other party had destroyed the mutated monsters and saved the lives of these soldiers, as well as everyone in the city.
The general understood this perfectly well.
Given the strength of the mutated monsters he had encountered, once they climbed the city walls, the more than thousand soldiers stationed there would have no chance of stopping them.
And once those mutated monsters charged into the city, the consequences were obvious.
He knew that, yet he still had to do everything he could to hold them back.
Even if every soldier defending the walls died tonight.
Beyond the walls, the hunting teams and patrol units would form the second line of defense.
The third line of defense would be the members of the expedition teams.
Once the mutated monsters broke through every defensive line, it would mean the city had fallen completely.
Those left behind could only fight the mutated monsters to the death.
If there were only as many mutated monsters as those attacking the city now, then perhaps they could trade the lives of one-third of the city's population to eliminate them.
But once the contamination spread, the entire city would fall, and everyone would die.
So from the very beginning, the general had known.
They could only stop them—keep them outside the walls.
Otherwise, the city would fall and their homes would be destroyed. There was no second option.
But now, the descent of the God of Thunder had given them a