Nothing could be more desperate.
In the midst of this chase, nature seems to be conducting a sifting.
Parents had to leave their children behind, sons had to put down the old man on their backs.
Some people were crying in the midst of the run, looking at the old mother on the cart and refusing to let go of her hand. Hearts prayed aloud, expecting that final miracle. Yet in the end, they could only be drowned in that black ocean.
The corpses were like a flood, constantly devouring those who were still alive. But in this chase, the living and the dead have gradually become intertwined, the fog has covered everything, it is no longer possible to distinguish which side there are living and which side there are dead.
Only from the desperate cries, occasionally be able to distinguish which side may be people.
When Mishan suddenly found the sunlight of the shelter dimmed the moment he heard the scouts report, he led more than thirty riders in gray robes, horseback smoke rolled here, what he saw was such a scene.
A choice seemed to be in front of him.
Whether to let these 'people' into the shelter, or to block all these 'people' outside.
This tide of corpses they simply could not stop. Although the soldiers under his command were brave and had been trained by him for a long time, and several of them had sensed the power of the divine and knew discipline and hymns. But the basic quality of these refugees from the squire is too poor, some of them now even riding a horse is still a little barely! Not to mention joining him to block the thousands and thousands of corpses that were overwhelming the sky!
After only a moment of hesitation, Mishan knew the right decision - he must not betray the Lord's trust!
"Locke you quickly take back to the castle, do not open the door until you see us return - tell those lords to throw everything away and speed up the withdrawal towards the castle!!!"
But he did not know why he suddenly shouted, this completely opposite words...
That's right, he couldn't block those desperate people out to die, nor could he let them rush into the territory with the corpses.
So he chose the third option - 'But this is simply foolish!
Looking at the tide of corpses that was already rushing in, Yoneyama sweated coldly - in these two months, the shelter had already encountered many tides of corpses and refugees, but this was definitely the biggest one.
The tide of corpses was coming in, Locke had left the group, and the others were on their horses with shaking legs, looking at their officers and the tide of corpses in front of them, stunned.
Looking back at their pale, indecisive faces, Mishan knew that he was the only true fearless knight here...
"To guard the people is the greatest devotion to the faith! For the light of the dawn!
Mishan suddenly raised his longsword and shouted, singing the song of courage and charging forward!
He made a crazy and foolish decision - he wanted to cut through the corpses, dispel them, and lead them to another place!
At this moment, amidst the echoes of that solitary song, the riders looked at the lone back charging forward, finally snapped out of it, gritted their teeth, and followed their officer.
The scattered riders collided with that black sea and were drowned in the twinkling of an eye.
However, among the scattered hymns, there was a constant flash of light, as if the group was trying their best to draw the corpses to the south.
People kept falling in droves, and the refugees mixed with the corpse tide. In the midst of the collision, trampling, and tearing, the knights sang their last dying song, like a reef in the flood.
But gradually, their voices could no longer be heard...
When Mishan was left with the last few people, he looked at the black tide of a lone knight who fought to the death, knowing that they had completed the last moment of their teaching on this day, but also knew that they ultimately did not complete the impossible task ...
When Mishan was finally about to be pulled off the horse by the monster at that moment, in his confused eyes, with the lord that disappointed eyes constantly returned to his eyes...
But no matter what, he at least won a little time for Locke and the people who withdrew to the castle, the monsters will rush to that shelter, but they will never rush into the strong walls.
And in that sunlight, the zombies will become slow, and the refugees who can run into those farmhouses, at least have a chance to live...
There are still some soldiers in the castle, and they are the ones who have been selected from the new refugees who have come in over the last two months. Although they have just completed their training in the schoolyard, they can lead the people through this difficult time...
The warhorse rang out a final wail, and Mishan gradually landed in the air.
His eyes grew firm as he looked into the murky vault before him.
Raindrops fell low in his eyes, and Mishan gradually closed his eyes... When Anthony returned last month, didn't he say that there would be no more rain until the winter harvest was over?
In the midst of his thoughts, Mishan's eyes closed and finally saw the last glow of light in the sky...
The light was so blinding that he even had a hallucination...
The neat chant above the earth was deafening with the sound of horses' hooves!
The tide of corpses and refugees soon separated, and the crowd moved on in panic, the zombies scattering in the midst of that dazzling sunlight.
A red-robed knight, leading a group of gray-robed knights on horseback, like a sharp sword, cut through the crowd of corpses in an instant.
The lance formation that followed them slowly advanced in the soldiers' neat pace.
A horse suddenly galloped past Mi Shan, driving away the remaining monsters around him amidst shouts.
Mi Shan snapped to his feet and looked around, seeing that there was no longer any mist around, and that the corpses had been cut into four or five pieces like cheese. Continuously in that spear formation, to wheat like a piece of cut down...
A knight wearing golden retro plate armor and red robe, riding a golden horse, slowly came to Mi Shan's heels.
Mi Shan looked at the noble knight with a confused face, looking at him gradually closing the book in his hand, pulling out the scroll and taking off his helmet.
"Phew~ Luckily I caught up. This horseback riding day, but really almost exhausted old man." Said here, he closed the scroll, that the previous line of large red letters on it, has been hidden.
"Lord, what are these people?" Mi Shan looked at the group of knights and soldiers that were closing in the distance, and seemed to have not come back to his senses.
"Laozi's Knights of the Holy Church!"
George looked at the group of squad shouting: 'In the name of breaking dawn!!!' of knights, his face full of excitement.
...
In the central square, the squires collected the golden banners in the hands of the knights, and in the hustle and bustle, helped the knights unload their armor and place their horses.
The people of the territory had planned to fire and cook in the castle today, which had been almost ready, but now there are 800 more refugees and 500 soldiers, 108 knights (more than 40 of them are George's red robe and Mishan's gray robe knights). This makes the territory all the aunts and uncles, can not help but all into the kitchen, hot and busy.
"The refugees can build new farmhouses, but these knights and soldiers will have to be stationed in the castle ... Counting the workers who usually cleaned and cleared the castle, it was slightly overcrowded..."
But George is still very excited, because from today, the castle, do not have to live only those ghosts...