Era of the transmigrating earth-Chapter 2158: About to Collapse Under the Pressure

By the second day, in just one day, several camps had already descended into complete chaos.

Although the coalition had a large number of troops and camps, as this situation spread, the danger became increasingly significant.

By the third day, the experts originally sent out to find the undead dared not venture out casually anymore, as those who went out for a day came back drastically reduced in number. This was no small matter.

Moreover, they had to guard against the enemy’s attacks, as their adversary was bold enough to directly assault their camps.

Most crucially, after the disruption in those camps, it was heard that many of their own men died, while the enemies suffered few casualties. Finally, the number of undead corpses left was very limited.

This was a situation beyond their control. Many sent messages overnight, requesting support from the rear.

But those at the rear had no mind to deal with these matters, as disputes persisted at the top, and negotiators at the bottom were arguing every day, with the situation remaining unchanged.

The top-tier individuals did not care about the lives of ordinary people; if some died, then they died—they simply didn’t care. However, those below could not make decisions, and didn’t even have the right to go and help.

Thus, the liaison officers could only strive to reassure people continuously, but the situation did not change. Actually, it was worsening progressively.

Du You did not deploy many people, but all were elite; the actual number of sixth-tier strong ones used was much greater than on their side, and they were even stronger, along with some supporters, they actually utilized a considerable force.

But the situation on Du You’s side was special, as a special technique was employed, where they were telepathically connected, fully understanding one another’s every intention, forming a mental network.

All the undead followed orders impeccably, disregarding life, while the adversaries were unaccustomed.

Consequently, the undead caused destruction with remarkable speed and ease. As problems arose in one camp after another, the enemy soldiers’ psychological pressure mounted day by day, becoming almost unbearable.

"Damn it, I can’t just wait here to die. I enlisted to enhance my strength, not to be cannon fodder."

"Me too, this life just isn’t for us. They promised being a soldier wouldn’t be dangerous, and the treatment would be good, but now look at us." As the dissatisfaction among the soldiers erupted, it couldn’t be suppressed anymore.

This wasn’t orchestrated by Du You, but the soldiers themselves couldn’t withstand it any longer.

As these soldiers rushed out, just a shout gathered a crowd. More and more soldiers ran out, ready to leave and head back to their own cities, refusing to wait here to die.

"What are you doing, get back here, what do you think this place is, coming and going as you please."

Their actions finally drew some people’s attention.

"You’re the one in charge, doing less and taking more, I’ve been fed up with it for a long time."

"Yeah, what makes you earn more, my contributions are greater than yours." In these special circumstances, the grievances festering in the soldiers’ hearts magnified, leading to an eruption.

"Bastards, talking to me like that, get back immediately, or you won’t make it here."

"I’m almost dead already, who cares, when those damn undead come, you’ll die too. Brothers, whoever doesn’t want to die, charge out with me." At someone’s call, everyone charged forward.

The person in charge realized something was wrong: "What are you doing, this is rebellion, you’ll die, you’ll die."

Feeling it was bad, he didn’t dare stand in front; he alone couldn’t handle so many people.

Thinking of this, he turned and ran. Quickly encountering those coming to suppress them, he exaggerated the situation to them and then led them to charge back.

When the two sides saw each other, they began arguing with just a few words, leading to conflict breaking out.

"Beat these bastards to death; they want us dead."

"Stop them, if you dare betray the city lord, don’t think about getting back alive." As the two sides met, they instantly saw red and fought fiercely. Soon, the situation was out of control.

With their psychological pressure already substantial, once they started fighting, it exploded, and battling and slaughter became a means of venting. The camp completely descended into chaos; initially, it was two groups fighting, but more and more got involved.

In the end, they didn’t even know who their opponents were, and even those in the same unit became enemies if they came close. Everyone was blinded with rage, ignoring everything else.

This wasn’t caused by external forces; it was entirely self-induced.

When Du You received the news, he found it quite peculiar. "These people, really. There were cases of camps collapsing under pressure in ancient times’ armies; I didn’t expect this world to have it too."

"Master, what should we do now, do we need to stir things up further?"

Du You thought for a moment, then said, "No need, maintain as is, their psychological pressure will only grow. Those guys in the city aren’t easy to deal with; let them come out on their own. Meanwhile, we can use this opportunity to feign weakness, making others think we’re not that strong, and it also buys time."

Du You found the game increasingly entertaining, as he himself was not inclined to act.

Indeed, now wasn’t a good time to make a move either. As a result, the undead slowly and steadily attacked each camp. Each time, the opposition would fall into disarray, and each time it became easier.

However, unexpectedly, the number of camps at the rear experiencing internal chaos increased. Eventually, the disorder caused by their own inability to bear the pressure exceeded that instigated by the enemy.

What was happening, they had never faced such a situation before. All along, battles were fought with soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals; this sort of occurrence was unheard of, and nobody knew how to deal with it.

Yet, support from the rear was slow to arrive, and even their sixth-tier strong ones were insufficient on this battlefield, unable to hold the ground. Watching on, it seemed someone would soon falter. The camp commander of the city with the fewest troops could barely hold on to avoid retreating.

If it weren’t for orders from the rear, he might have already left with his men. He himself had survived several assassination attempts, and if not for his decent support, he would have lost his life. Yet, the commander still had several injuries.