A New Deal

Early that morning, at an abandoned horse farm on the outskirts of Landon City, three squads of fully armed Skeleton Soldiers stood in neat formations on a broad, weed-choked riding ground. Each formation had three rows of eight, twenty-four Skeleton Soldiers in all. Behind the Gun Skeleton Soldier formations stood a squad of six Skeleton Soldiers surrounding a black cannon gleaming with oil: Green's newly assembled Undead Cannon squad.

Above the Skeleton Soldiers hovered a half-invisible squad of twelve ghosts led by Maxim, serving as a makeshift air force. Mixed squads of Iron-Skinned Zombies and Hard-Skin Ghouls guarded the flanks, ready to change formation at any moment. The nimble Ghouls could surge forward and encircle an enemy, while the sturdy Iron-Skinned Zombies could serve as shields against a charge.

This was nearly all the strength Green commanded at present. He had forged it into a mixed force capable of both attack and defense. An undead force of this size was roughly equivalent to a quarter of Landon City's garrison, but stronger and more mobile. Green was confident that, in a head-on clash, his undead could defeat a Kingdom Knights Order force twice their size.

And Green still had the Six-Headed Snake Woman as his trump card. Even against a Formal Rank transcendent, he would not be without a fighting chance.

Green had not found this secluded place and summoned every undead under his command merely to show off. He wanted to drill them in different tactics and formations. He had never been a soldier in his previous life, but what man had never dreamed of being a general? He had loved real-time strategy games, and in this life, Green Wilson had attended the Knights Academy. Basic tactical formations were familiar to him. He intended to tailor his tactics to each