Murphy no longer knew how many times he had swung his blade. He initially kept a record of the number to maintain his sanity amidst the impact of bloodthirstiness, much like counting Triss’s playthings when unable to sleep.

But after surpassing ten thousand times, Murphy ceased to keep track.

Especially when the battle at the lord’s position advanced to the third morning, Murphy couldn’t even spare time to keep a record of his kills, something strength enthusiasts loved doing.

There were too many Wolf People ahead!

Especially on the frontline battlefield where the Army of Dark Disaster had been stubbornly resisted in the previous days, the presence of weak Gnolls was now absent. The Grand Marshal on the enemy’s side seemed to have realized that without eliminating Murphy, the lord’s position was impossible to conquer. Hence, while exhausting every method to attack the flanks, the Wolf People intensified their efforts to capture the flag and slay leaders.

To take down Murphy, all hunting electors near the central-western area of the Maginot Line were concentrated to be used.

They commanded Huggesen’s trusted aides to repeatedly launch deadly assaults towards the front of Murphy’s position, with a ferocity that even Triss, Murphy’s Guard, found overwhelming.

The main problem was the continuous fall of meteorites from the sky, exhausting the Spiritual Energy of Triss, who had to deal with these celestial problems. Though Earth Priests could handle such tasks too, there was also the issue of underground Gnoll assaults needing interception; otherwise, the continuous frenzied attacks by Dogheaded Engineers breaking into the position would cause big trouble.

However, Kudell had made targeted deployments for this.

Fifteen prototype Dragon knights were deployed around Murphy, forming a moving, retaliating steel defense line that slashed open Wolf People’s skulls with steel scythes and launched Iron Fist Missiles. Considering Triss always stayed here, the "gold content" of defending this battlefield seemed rather "luxurious".

But it was necessary!

Kudell didn’t expect Murphy to initiate the silver trial here, nor did he anticipate Murphy’s Body of Iron fighting fiercely for three days and still being able to draw the blade and cut down foes. The super endurance of the Governor at this moment was a "pleasant surprise" for the Commander.

At this grueling stage, Murphy, who hadn’t left the front position once in three days, had become a living invincible banner for this position. Protecting the lord to let him continue the fight brought substantial morale to every soldier who saw him, enabling them to grit their teeth and endure under heavy pressure until the next rotation.

The principle was always simple: if even the esteemed Governor hadn’t given up by going forward, what reason did we, as minor troops, have to slack off at this critical moment?

This morale boost had an even better effect on the local fierce militia under Flanders’ command. Behind them was their homeland, and they were willing to fight alongside their lord here till the end of time.

This incredible combat atmosphere also influenced the supporters on the position, for instance, even though the roaring artillery position had been mostly smashed by meteorites, the remaining cannons still fired under Colonel Fraser’s command.

The next head of the Cape Family possessed excellent insight and judgment.

He knew clearly that in this stalemate-intense situation, whether the Commander’s orders could be relayed was a concern, but for the soldiers on the position, as long as the heavy artillery behind continued to roar, it meant holding firm here was possible.

His fight here represented the Goldenrod People’s contribution in this war, carrying too much for Colonel Fraser to have rejected his trusted aide’s request to leave the battlefield for the seventh time.

He couldn’t retreat!

As a soldier, Commander, loyal subject of the King, or even as the leader of the Cape Family, he couldn’t abandon this place and leave at this moment. Moreover, the Colonel had a premonition that this battle might be the most glorious proof of his military career and likely the last battle of his military life.

If his old father knew of his current behavior, which was half a foot into Hell, he would definitely send the family’s old Gold Stage butler to chain him and take him back immediately.

"Drive them away! Hold on until the next wave of undead resurrection! Stand firm! Do not retreat!"

At the position near where the flanks approached the central area, "Vulture’s Claw" Brigadier General Flanders was driving the Wolf People out of his trenches with fierce militia.

His militia regiment had entered the position at dawn, and now in just six hours, their battle losses had already exceeded 30%. The bloody extent of this positional warfare was so outrageous that the former Blood Servant Commander exclaimed incredulously; his voice was hoarse from shouting, and the bandage wrapped around his arm was stained red by fresh blood again. But Flanders didn’t have time to feel pain right now.

All he wanted was to cut down any Wolf People daring to surge forward and then find a random spot to rest.

Alas, had he known the People’s Army was bringing him here to endure such hardships, he really should have given it a good thought before leaving home. But now that he’s here, retreating in defeat was certainly impossible.

Soldiers of the previous era always held old-fashioned views, pondering much before a war, but once in battle, only one pursuit remained.

Victory!

"Time’s up, front rows fall back!"