The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 807 - 489: The Wall of Hostages

The first wave of the forced counterattack by the mice was perfectly resolved.

The United Army barely suffered any casualties and easily routed the mice.

Then came the second and third waves.

Those remodeled mice mixed among them, their morale high, fighting desire intense, virtually without fear.

Charging through various attacks, they rushed directly to the front of the United Army and collided with the frontline soldiers.

The siege weapons in the rear did not cease, pouring a massive amount of firepower onto the enemy's defenses.

On the defensive line.

Rat General's face was grim; if this battle situation continued, let alone delaying the United Army's advancement, they might not survive two or three days.

This was not what he wanted to see, although deep down he understood that it was almost impossible to establish a solid barrier to stop them, but he wanted to hold out as long as possible.

However, holding out for one more day meant being able to defend for at least ten days or half a month, or even a month.

Not just briefly for two or three days, which was no different from defeat.

He could not accept this outcome.

Footsteps echoed behind him.

Rat General frowned, looking over; it was the cultist wearing a black robe who worshipped the [Deceitful Shadow].

"You seem troubled. How about I suggest a solution?"

"What solution?" the mouse asked.

After hearing the solution, the mouse's face showed confusion, but under persuasion, he quickly issued the command.

Soon, midway through the fourth wave of attack, the mice retreated early.

The United Army's commander, Sweet, watched the situation with some suspicion but immediately replaced the frontline troops with a new batch.

"The mice are acting strangely, perhaps preparing something," said a military officer.

The fourth attack just now had already put immense pressure on them.

The mice's relentless attacks, like the tides, battered them over and over, with each hit causing more severe damage than the last.

If it continued as just now, they would have no choice but to engage in a melee.

Some siege machinery might have to stop temporarily.

In such an apparent situation where defeat was imminent, it was puzzling for the mice to stop.

Although every attack forced them to leave numerous corpses behind, everyone knew the mice didn't care about that.

"We can't worry about these things, hurry up and rest, and adjust the soldiers' status.

Soldiers replacing them, stay alert and be ready for the next attack at any time.

Don't stop the siege machines, increase firepower for me."

The command was given.

The United Army resumed operations, waiting for the mice's next action.

Time surely wouldn't be on the mice's side, and under the massive siege machinery attacks, their defense line was already falling apart.

Once the defense line could no longer be called a line, it would be the Night Watcher's time to launch a total assault.

Before long.

Noises seemed to come from the enemy's direction.

"Quickly, come out, come out, meat, livestock."

From the underground tunnel beneath the defense line, one human after another crawled out, wearing tattered, filthy clothes, some practically just rags.

Aside from humans, there were Snake-men and even Minotaurs among these beings.

The diverse Order races of this continent could be seen among these people, all forced.

Their hands and feet bound by ropes, bodies emaciated, faces numb, their status at the extreme poor.

The siege weapons did not cease at this moment.

Under the overwhelming ammunition, some died immediately from the attacks, instantly torn apart and devoured by some mice present.

The horrifying scene caused panic among the crowd, but they seemed accustomed to it and did not scatter in terror or fall into chaos.

At this moment, the United Army seemed to notice something strange.

"What, what is that?"

"Stop, quickly stop the attack."

"It's civilians captured by the mice, many of them..."

Sweet looked at the map, looked at the dense red patches suddenly scattered with white dots.

Fell silent.

The mice seemed to intentionally have these bound and captured civilians line up in rows. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Directly facing the United Army.

More and more people were brought out from the tunnel; when this action stopped, the number of gathered civilians exceeded well over twenty thousand.

"They, they actually hid so many civilians under the defense line? Why?" a soldier asked in disbelief.

"Why? Perhaps as reserve food..." Another soldier murmured.

The surrounding soldiers listened but didn't dare think it through.

But regardless, as these civilians were driven by the mice to lineup in a row, the Night Watcher had to stop attacking.

Arguments erupted within the command camp.

"We shouldn't stop the attack; we should increase firepower. This is the enemy's trick; he's trying to penetrate our hearts in this way."

A strong-looking military officer shouted angrily.

A Snake-man shook his head: "No, that's not dozens or hundreds of civilians, that's tens of thousands of civilians, do you understand? Tens of thousands!"

Those civilians densely packed in rows, all the attacks starting would feel like targeting our own people.

"Are we just going to stop the attack like this? Every moment we pause, future plans get delayed, and then the whole continent will be in greater danger!"

Another officer said the same.

At this moment, all the officers and advisors in the tent were divided into two factions.

A Holy Light Church representative murmured: "But if we... harm those civilians, it will severely impact the soldiers' morale, and let their Spirit suffer issues."

Many in the United Army have joined due to the hatred from the mice attacks, unable to bear the pain of slaughtering their kind.

By then, the Power of the Evil God will lead them to downfall, which is something we cannot accept."

With these words, the atmosphere fell silent instantly.

Indeed.

The Evil God's psychological manipulation towards Spirit and will is extremely dangerous at this time.

When making decisions, they must face the possible severe consequences.

Honestly, under the mice's widespread attack, almost every soldier in the United Army has been affected.

Whether personally experiencing horrors or having relatives killed in the attack, there's inevitably some deficiency within their hearts.

When already prone to being tempted by the Evil God, if such incidents occur again, the chance of downfall will increase at Extreme Speed.

Pessimistically speaking, if they were to harm those civilians, madness might just be a matter of moments; even if not now, the hidden threat would be deeply buried.

At this moment.

Even for Sweet, it was difficult to make a decision.

Had to admit.

Even among the Night Watchers, a vast majority have sworn never to commit acts like slaughtering civilians.