Orok Uram

"And their numbers?" I asked Eli as he came down to inform me he spotted the enemy.

"Around two and a half thousand," he replied, and everyone turned serious.

It is ten times our number.

Usually, only six to eight hundred undead cross the boundary, but this time. The numbers are three times that. It seemed like they didn't want to suffer a defeat again.

"One Lv. 30 and four Lv. 20+ Mages?" I asked, and he nodded.

"What are the orders?" I asked Hasid. "They have left that to us, but they are saying, we might not be able to reach the other outposts before the undead catch up to us," she replied.

It is the same story for the arrival of reinforcements.

The undead will arrive in about fifteen minutes here, while the reinforcement from the closest outpost will take an hour.

If the officers rode beasts they could arrive sooner. However, they won't be able to spare many as they must also protect their area.

They can't leave it unguarded.

"Inform the neighboring outposts. Tell them to reinforce us as soon as possible," I ordered before getting up.

It might not be much, but it will help.

I glanced at the book I was reading before walking out while the bell rang around me.

When I entered the compound, the soldiers were forming ranks, and soon, two hundred and forty-six people stood in front of me.

"The undead are coming, and this time, they came in large numbers," I could see the expressions on the faces of many changes.

"We have fought such odds before and won, and this time, it won't be any different!" I said and for a moment, there was silence before they began to hit the ground with their feet.

Seeing that, a smile appeared on my face.

A moment later, I gave a few orders before turning to my lieutenants. There are five lieutenants, two mages, and three warriors.

Two are below Lv. 25 while three are above it.

"The numbers are huge. We will need to use everything we have, including those things, we are hiding. It's time, we use them," I said.

I don't want to use them, but the numbers are high enough that we will need them.

I might not show it to my face, but the odds are bad. The enemy has four mages of Lv. 20+, while we only have two.

They also have more mages below Level 20. More than us, without a doubt.

"That is wise," replied Azika, while the rest nodded.

"We need to end the battle quickly, given powerhouses and their numbers, but we will be on the defense. Only I and my group will go after the leader," I stated and hesitation appeared on their faces.

"That would be very risky, Captain. There is a Level 30, as well as the mages; you will not survive dealing with both," said Hadis, while I shook my head mirthlessly.

"Don't worry, I am quite good at surviving," I replied with a knowing smile.

My class is Wildlander Survivalist. It is focused on survival.

My class is praised by both General Stone and Lt. General Azalia, but I still can't use it at its full power.

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It is a specialized class for a specific environment. Unsuitable outside of the wildlands. Such specialized classes are rare, but it is what makes them powerful.

There is also a thing about me barely leveling up in it since I came here.

They offered to send me to a place that would help me level it up, but I declined. I don't care about the class, but the people.

I love my new life. For it, I will sacrifice the class without any hesitation.

Soon, we finished the discussion and got out of the outpost. We didn't go too far away and stopped at four hundred meters away.

Usually, we fight miles away from the outpost.

The outpost isn't some fortress. It is a base made of common material without any strong defensive value, but today, we need all the help it can provide.

I hope it will survive.

I raised my spyglass and could see them. They are coming at us fast.

"Fuck!" escaped my lips.

Minutes passed, and soon they were only a mile away from us when they did something that made me curse.

They separated into four parts. Three moved, while the biggest one came straight towards us. It's clear, they want to surround us.

"Separate!" I ordered.

Immediately, the company separated. Fifty-two stayed with me, while the other three groups of sixty moved away.

Fifty-two of us will face a force of nearly a thousand, including the level 30, powerhouse.

I have Predators Gaze active. It lets me see the enemy clearly and also helps me gauge their strength.

Like all the skills of the Wildlander Survivalist. It's not at its full strength and the enemies have also activated their skills to stop me from looking.

Still, I was able to get some information, and when I added what I observed with the information Eli had provided.

I got the picture that made me scared.

The enemy coming at us has over fifteen times more numbers than us. The other platoons have much better odds of the numbers dealing with the smaller groups.

Such numbers could easily swallow us and other platoons, but not before we kill them.

The others will fight defensively, while we move for the kill. It is a suicide mission, but it's not like, we could run away. It is hard to run from the undead.

These bastards could move much faster than the living. If we had chosen to run away. They would have caught up to us before we reached the other outpost.

Boom Boom Boom!

I was in my thoughts when the sounds of cannons rang out.

"Fuck!" I cursed.

Immediately, the cannonballs begin to blast out from the outpost. It was our big surprise, but the enemy had also brought out the cannons, negating the only advantage we had.

Seeing that, I shook my head, before my expressions turned serious.

"Charge!" I roared with Rallying Cry

Just a moment later, I ran toward the enemy, with my men behind me.

I wanted to wait till they got close and barrage them with the cannons, but seeing that they too have cannons. It is best to attack them as soon as possible.

The undead canons are not only targeting us but also targeting the outpost.

If we let that happen for long. There won't be an outpost for us. Also, the cannons are placed there; it would be bad for us if they stopped.

From what I could see, we have more cannons than them. It is providing us with cover and importantly keeping their mages busy.

Soon, there were only two hundred meters of distance between us when their spells came.

There are a lot of them.

"Follow my orders exactly," I said.

The spells came, and many of them were coming directly at me. I had ordered the Mages not to defend me from the Grade II spell or below, only defend the Grade III. All of the lower spells I will handle on my own.

I only have two mages above level 20. The one with me is Lieutenant Sarsyr. The half-elf is the lowest leveled and also the youngest among the lieutenants.

She looked as young as me.

She is from Mayhurst and fought the undead. It is why, I kept her with me instead of Hasid.

Hasid is needed with another platoon. He is powerful and the only one capable of keeping his platoon alive.

The other two platoons were led by Donil and Azika.

The people I worked with the longest while I was here were Sarsyr and Dina. Dina is local and has been defending the city since the first battle.

She is the second lowest level and is quite good, but it is not because of that I have chosen her to be in my group.

I had chosen her because of her skill. She could form the network, which makes it much easier to give a command in the chaos.

I may be going against the highest number of enemies with the lowest numbers, but it's not because I am brave or a fool.

Every person here was chosen by me. They have the talent and, most importantly, the skills required to make this daring strategy work.

I knew such a thing would happen. Both the command and people from Mayhurst, that I have in my company had warned me about it.

I had prepared for it. Practiced it, and now, I am going to use the strategy to defeat the undead.

My axe moved and cut through the spells. One after another. They are never-ending, but every single one of them is being cut by my ax.

I am looking at the spells, but my focus is on the man in the middle of the undead.

He is the target, and he is being there intentionally. He understood very well that I would need to kill him to end the battle.

He is staying there despite the advantage of the levels. He is using our desperation well.

Soon, the undead are on us, with less than a meter away. That is when I activated my latest skill from the Officer.

Barrage of Steel.

The skill that enhances the power and efficiency of weapons. Others also activated their army skills. Covering everyone with all kinds of enhancements.

"Kill them all!" I roared with Rhythm of Wild singing in my heart.