After the archer on the sentry tower confirmed what he saw, he grabbed the horn hanging on his waist almost at the same time, raised it to his mouth, and blew the first sound.
The sound was short and sharp, traveling very far in the night sky, covering up the crackling of the fire and the rhythm of the waves.
Immediately afterwards, horns sounded from other sentry towers, one after another, like signal light spots blown away by the wind, lighting up in various directions around the edge of the camp.
Then came the first cry, the voice came down from a sentry tower, with a hoarse voice that was trying its best to hold on but was still a little tight. "Enemy attack!"
Then the second and third sounds, more and more people joined in the shouting. Some were calling for their companions to quickly enter the designated location, and some were reporting the direction and distance estimates.
Someone was just repeating the word "enemy attack" loudly, so that the soldiers and slaves who were resting in the tents would wake up from their sleep as soon as possible.
Douglas stood on the walkway inside the wall. When the first horn sounded, his shoulders were slightly raised, and then he regained his balance.
His voice was not high among the shouts and horns, but it was clearly audible. "Don't mess around."
He stood at the position closest to the front line of that section of the wall, facing the areas illuminated by flames below, and directed the soldiers below the wall to enter designated defensive positions according to the groups arranged before the war.
"The first team and the second team meet the enemy in front of the earth wall. The archers of the third team prepare. The fourth team maneuvers."
The commands came one after another, speaking at a steady pace, without being disrupted by the accelerating sounds around him.
He could see the outlines appearing at the edge of the firelight. They moved at different speeds, some were faster, some were slower, but overall they were moving forward, moving towards the dividing line formed by the flames and the wall.
There was also movement inside the camp.
The curtain of the tent was opened, and the soldiers walked out quickly, tightening the equipment belts around their waists as they walked.
The messengers walked between the tents, repeating the assembly positions of each group and team.
The footsteps of the queue are superimposed together, forming a continuous and even vibration.
The 3,000 soldiers who had already fallen asleep quickly completed the switch from resting state to combat state within the coverage of bugles and shouts.
They lined up amidst the shouts of their respective commanders, moved in a sequence that had been rehearsed many times, and headed to their assigned defense points.
The open space inside the wall gradually filled up with people. The sound of armor rubbing together and weapons being clenched formed a tense rhythm against the firelight and black mist, as if the pressure on a compressed spring was constantly increasing, waiting for when it would be released.
Redd woke up a moment after the horn sounded.
He had already sat up when he opened his eyes, and his hand touched the hilt of the Dark Sister sword placed next to the bed. His movements were neat and coherent, as if his body had memorized the position of each piece of equipment when switching from sleep to sleep.
He did not stand up in a hurry, but first listened attentively for two breaths to the sounds outside - the number and spacing of horn sounds, the distance of shouts, the direction and density of footsteps - and after roughly judging the direction and scale of the attack from this information, he stood up, opened the tent door and walked out.
The air outside was cooler than inside the tent, and it was filled with a compound smell that was a mixture of burning flames, burning black mist, and that unpleasant stench.
A personal guard of Douglas was already standing outside the tent waiting.
The man was tall, with broad shoulders and thick back. The armor on his body covered the main parts of the torso, shoulders and legs. There were some old marks from wear and scratches on the surface, and the armor plates glowed with a dark, dull luster under the light of the torch.
His face was rough, with thick beards on his chin and cheeks. His eyes looked particularly calm in the firelight. The hilt of a Greatsword sword poked out from above his right shoulder. The sword grid was wider than an ordinary cross guard, and the rope on the handle was soaked in dark color with sweat and oil.
When he saw Redd coming out, he didn't say any extra polite words. He just turned sideways to give way and pointed to the front of the camp with his eyes. "Your Highness, Mr. Douglas asked me to wait for you here. He is on the other side of the wall."
Redd didn't ask any questions, just followed quickly and let the guard lead the way.
The two walked through the tent area in the camp and bypassed several temporary storage points where supplies and spare weapons were piled. Along the way, they could see soldiers who had lined up and were moving to designated positions.
Their steps were compact, without stopping or talking. They only briefly slowed down half a step when passing by Redd, and turned sideways to make way for the passage.
The oppressive feeling of black mist almost touching the flames became more obvious as he approached the edge of the wall, and the stench at the end of his nose became stronger and stronger.
Redd's boots stepped on the dirt road illuminated by torches, and the hard touch of the trampled and tamped earth came from the soles. The flames on both sides of the road continued to burn in the night wind, and the boundary between light and darkness maintained a temporary balance between the flames and the black mist.
He sped up the last few steps and looked out from the observation port above the wall. His sight crossed the junction between the rising flames and the black mist at the edge of the trench and landed on the outer edge of the battlefield.
The battle situation was better than Redd expected.
The trench had completely turned into a fire trench, with kerosene burning at the bottom of the trench and flames rising upwards from both sides of the trench, forming a continuous wall of fire nearly as high as a person.
Those monsters that try to cross the fire wall will make a sound of burning flesh when they hit the flames. They are burned back by the flames several times before they can barely rush to the other side of the trench.
There were already many charred remains piled up on the ground in front of the earth wall, but more monsters continued to advance forward.
Scorpion and the catapult are operating at full capacity. The heavy crossbow arrows fired by Scorpion pass through the black mist in a relatively flat trajectory, hitting the giant monsters trying to break through from further away.
Some of them will slow down their advancement, while others will directly cause the target to lose its ability to move after hitting key parts.
The fire oil cans thrown by the catapult exploded after falling on the ground, forming a burning area that could temporarily block the approach of subsequent monsters.
Although those monsters have become larger, faster, more aggressive, and have stronger defense than the original wild creatures,
But they are still flesh and blood creatures, they will still be significantly harmed by burning objects and cutting weapons, and they will still lose the ability to move after being covered by flames over a large area.
Fire is still the most effective way to deal with them at present.
On the inside of the wall, the heavy armored infantry had already climbed over the wall.
Thousands of soldiers wearing armor formed a horizontal line of defense outside the wall. The Greatsword in their hands kept rising and falling in the firelight, and each time it fell, there was a dull cutting sound.
They form an effective barrier to block and remove monsters that have successfully crossed the trench.