"We'd better notify the other legions and have them converge on the Northern Great Wall to support us as soon as possible," the political commissar said.
If the nearest Musketeer Legion arrived in time, the number would drop to "only" 5,000 rats per soldier. That would turn "impossible" into "not impossible."
"Do it."
Femi did not ask the Kingdom or the Empire for help. This was war, and everyone had their own mission.
The Ratfolk were blocking the Empire like mad. But apart from the Empire, no one knew what was happening on the Northern Frontier. Even the Reconnaissance Airships could not keep up with the State Religion Army.
The Dimon Kingdom was also facing a Rat Tide several times, even dozens of times, larger than this one—and out in the open, with no terrain to use.
Femi felt the Summoning Crystal tucked inside his Breastplate.
Emperor Annan had given it to him before he left. Used at a critical moment, it could turn the tide of battle.
But Femi did not want to use it lightly. Nor did he want the soldiers, or even the political commissar, to know about it. If they knew, this war would turn from a perilous fight into a Trial with no real danger.
Only he and Krian knew—so that if either of them fell, someone would still know about Lord Annan's trump card.
Three hours later, those at the foremost position, the First Mountain, could see a black line spilling over the far end of the mountains.
Femi led one-third of the force to hold the First Mountain, while Krian took another third to the Second Mountain. After rallying the thousand Imperial Army soldiers left on the City Wall and the conscripted militia, Political Commissar Frank took the remaining third to the