"Hold the line! Hold the line for me!" Duke of Montfort, Fulcard, stood tall atop the watchtower, shouting aloud, "Deploy more soldiers to the breach!"
"Attack!!" More peasant soldiers charged to the city walls under the command of the Master Knight, engaging in a life-and-death struggle with the Undead Army.
But soon, swarms of black bats and Bloodthirsty Celestial Ghosts joined the battle. These noisy creatures swooped down from the sky, their sharp claws tearing apart the fragile leather and cloth armor of the Peasant Infantry, savoring the flesh of peasant soldiers. The remaining peasants couldn't escape their dreadful fate; clusters of Archers plummeted from the walls amidst their screams, landing in piles of bones and tides of undead, their fate sealed.
The remaining Peasant Archers futilely shot arrows at these Undead Air Force, only a few arrows managing to kill some Celestial Ghosts and bats, which scattered and dodged immediately.
