There was nothing though, and even when the last zombie was felled no adaptors or watchers appeared to take their vengeance.

For better or worse it would appear that all they were up against on this side was just some basic zombies.

Though what about the other sides?

He wanted to gather a group of fellow soldiers and march back the way he came, even if their housing section and command section were well defended there was no telling just how many adaptors had infiltrated the town.

He had no authority however, and even if he did would leaving the wall be the right call?

What if the moment he left with half a companies worth of troops the adapters attacked, wiping out the defenders and leaving the breach unprotected.

Could that be their real aim?

Seer, he was no strategist and he certainly was no zombie, he simply couldn't predict how they would act.

All he could do was follow orders and pray that the officers knew what they were doing.

He hadn't been able to ask about these orders and honestly didn't even know what they were though, so that made following them rather difficult.

Temporarily looking away from the rooftops he turned his gaze towards his fellow soldiers, trying to see if there were any officers he hadn’t seen originally.

There were none though, at least none living.

There were three corpses wearing officer's garments.

Their deaths were disproportionate when considering how few of the other soldiers died.

Most likely they had been targeted.

Seer how had this happened?

Figuring that if they were going to have been attacked by adaptors it would have happened by now Bertrand decided to actually ask them what had happened.

Walking up to one of the linemen he awkwardly gave them a nod before asking them his question.”How did this happen?”

“No clue, almost everyone who was originally on the walls is dead, the ones that weren't, well, they weren't us. We learned that the hard way when they wiped out our officers and butchered their escorts.” The linemen answered.

He sounded more exhausted than fearful. So Bertrand pegged him down as an experienced brass or potentially bone buttoned soldier.

Or maybe he was just so out of his element that he had given up.

“I see, what were your orders by the way?” Bertrand curiously asked, Olivier hadn’t really told him anything so he had to figure out what he was meant to do from other sources.

“Reinforce the wall obviously, I’m guessing there would be more orders after we beat them back, but uh. Their not really capable of telling us them.”

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Seer that wasn't very helpful.

Surely there were contingencies in place to handle this sort of situation. Oliver certainly acted like there were, or was he acting on his own initiative instead of prior instruction?

There was nothing he could accomplish on his own and even if there was what if he accidentally messed up the highers ups plans.

So he decided to stay here and help refortify the breach.

Taking up his place in one of the leaning watchtowers.

It had a semi broken leg, causing it to be rather unstable but it was the best option he had considering the other watch tower was half collapsed.

Unlike the watch tower he was assigned to, this one was actually attached to the wall instead of being on top of one of the houses.

It offered him quite a good vantage point over the plains that lay beyond the wall, but even better was the fact that it wasn't nearby the dangerous rooftops.

He had no plans of getting killed tonight.

Though, judging by the corpse that was missing half its face and had a giant hole in its chest. Perhaps this watchtower wasn't as safe as he had assumed.

Nevertheless he remained atop it, watching as his colleagues got to work plugging up the gap in the wall with various debris and most disturbingly, the bodies of the zombies.

Dragging the corpses over and throwing them in a rough lump at the base of the breech, before grabbing wooden boards and some bricks and layering them on top of the bodies.

It was disgusting, unstable and very flimsy but it was a barricade.

And it would serve them well enough until they got some actual nails they could use to build.

This rough innovative construct of theirs took only an hour to build.

The main issue came with how often the bodies had flopped down in the beginning, creating a ramp of sorts that any zombies could use to leap up and over the debris part of the barricade.

Some daring lineman got outside though and set up a few layers of bricks to stop that from happening.

And not once during this process had they been attacked.

By the Seer what was happening?

Bertrand could hear the sounds of combat within the town. The loud thuds that flesh and bone made when impacted by muskets, not to mention the screaming and shouting of wounded men.

When they were done with their repairing of the wall. They held a brief vote.

One thirds wanted to remain here and protect the wall, or perhaps they actually wanted to protect themselves. While two thirds wanted to go and relive the other forces.

As much as Bertrand did want to go and reinforce his other comrades, he was the only skirmisher at the wall.

He had to remain on the watchtower and pick off anything outside or within the wall.

So when the group of soldiers consisting of the entirety of the grenadiers and a solid chunk of linemen and infantrymen made their departure.

Bertrand watched them leave with anxious eyes.

It was doubtlessly dangerous within the town, Seer he seemed to be the only one to have made it here after all and he hadn’t made his way here in a small group by any means.

So he engraved the image of them leaving in his mind.

Their blood stained trench coats, their tense expressions and most of all, their devotion.

Those men and women were true soldiers of the Francia Conglomerate.

As they left his sight Bertrand turned back to watch the plains.

Glaring at the darkness, he tried to spot any traces of movement.

But alas he was simply mortal, he was no mage and he had taken no potions.

So all he could see was a few dozen yards in front of him.

Hopefully that would be enough.