While Flanders was slashing at the Wolf People, he kept grasping a pocket watch with his other hand. Amidst the countdown, his hoarse roar prompted the militia shield holders at the front to step back in unison, while the gunners behind them intensified their firepower to suppress the enemy across.
They all knew what was about to happen next.
The cold wind soon picked up, and the variously contorted corpses beside each militia soldier started shivering, coming back to life with a terrifying posture. They remained silent and, as they rose, lunged forward with stiff bodies to form a wall of corpses.
The summoning ritual was working on the battlefield, and every ten minutes another wave of fallen corpses would be summoned back, only to be felled again by the frenzied Wolf People.
