Summoning Total War - Chapter 12
Chapter 12: Kill! (Part 2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In this world, human civilization was still quite primitive. As Murphy knew, humans had just entered the era of city-states, and their opponent, the gnolls, were moving from a blood clan to a tribal system.
There may be a gap between them in terms of physical strength, but in terms of civilization progress, the Greek infantry completely surpassed them!
So, the gnolls’ charge was going to come to an abrupt end soon!
The gnolls would quickly realize that no matter how fast they sprinted, they wouldn’t be able to break the infantry’s phalanx formation.
The spear formation’s large attack range and tactical coordination would make the gnolls, who only had crude weapons and not even a single piece of leather armor, fall one by one before they could even come close to the troops. With a length of 2.5 meters each, the spears could strike the gnolls before they could even get close, and their shields could easily block their claw attacks.
The gnolls, whose offensive tactics were easily contained, were like cornered animals. Even if they struggled, it would be useless. It would be a massacre once the Spartan infantry came from behind!
“At best, they’re just a mob with a talent for fighting,” Murphy said as he looked at the gnolls, who could only struggle in vain as they were trapped under all the spears. For the first time, he despised these creatures from this other world.
The gnolls were incredibly fast in terms of speed, and they were also very strong.
But even if that were true, so what?
With claws alone, how could they attack the Greek infantry, which was more than three meters away?
When factoring in the length of the spear and the length of the person’s arm, the spear’s maximum attack range was within three meters. For the gnolls, this range was no man’s land, and no amount of corpses could fill it.
If the gnolls were at their peak strength, they could’ve possibly made use of the corpses to rush into the spear phalanx formation to fight. However, Murphy had already considered this in his calculations. The gnolls had been severely weakened after the 15-kilometer run and would no longer be able to do that now.
The Spartan infantry wasn’t hasty, but it wasn’t too slow either. They gradually advanced and limited the range of the gnolls’ movements. A team of half-organized Greek infantry slowly came forward, further closing the encirclement. They were in no hurry to kill these enemies. Every Greek understood that in the current situation their opponent had little to no chance of survival under these circumstances.
A few lucky gnolls managed to escape the encirclement before it closed in, but Murphy didn’t give the General Guards orders to pursue them. As long as these matured gnolls could be defeated, it would be a huge victory.
A couple of small gnolls escaping meant nothing to him.
When those few gnolls who managed to escape faced the Greek infantry again, it would be traumatic for them after this experience.
Murphy calmly looked at the gnolls struggling to stay alive, and spat out, “Attack!”
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”
Under the General’s order, the infantry advanced forward in an orderly manner, which oppressed the creatures’ spirits and made their hearts beat like drums. The oppressive feeling reached its climax, and the loud “drink” was the last straw that crushed the gnolls’ resistance!
A portion of the gnolls who had already lost their courage launched a suicidal attack against the infantry phalanx!
While the remaining gnolls fell on their knees and set down their crude weapons.
Just as the suicidal gnolls turned into corpses, Murphy was about to give his order to kill all the gnolls who had already given up resistance.
The alert sound from the auxiliary system of echoed in his ears with a “ding.”
“Ding! Capture the gnoll slaves. Kill or enslave them.”
Enslave?
Murphy lowered the hand he was about to raise.
In theory, as long as there’s war, there will be slaves.
In the age of cold weapons, a whole bunch of slave merchants followed behind the Roman troops.
Yes or no?
Murphy thought about it for a moment and was hesitant to make a decision.
Gnoll slaves were different from human slaves. The former was more dangerous, while the latter was easier to control.
However, right now the town was short on labor, and since the auxiliary system prompted him to enslave or kill the gnolls, then it meant he had the ability to enslave them.
After a moment’s hesitation, Murphy finally ordered the gnolls to be taken into custody.
As long as shackles were made for the gnolls, and as long as the gnolls’ food supply was restricted as much as possible to keep them at their weakest without killing them, then it would be possible to enslave the gnolls, at least in theory.
Naturally, creatures that didn’t eat enough wouldn’t have much strength.
The benefits of doing this would be worth the effort!
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Just after Murphy gave the order, an inexplicable uneasiness came over him like a nightmare.
At the same time, he felt the horse he was sitting on tremble in horror!
It was a very uncomfortable feeling, and it made him incredibly uneasy!
It felt as if the grim reaper were staring right at him!
As if he were going to die the next moment!
Murphy immediately got off his horse and looked up at the sky, which had given him the terrifying feeling.
He saw a black spot in the distance.
The black spot rapidly grew bigger.
In a few moments, the black spot turned into a huge monster with wings that spanned 25 meters!
It covered the sky!
This fearsome creature, which looked like a prehistoric Quetzalcoatlus, had a mouth full of sharp fangs. Its pupils were a muddy yellow, and when it stared at you, it felt as if you’d been caught by the grim reaper.
This creature that resembled a Quetzalcoatlus from the previous Cretaceous Period flew over Murphy’s head, and the violent wind it made almost blew him away!
Without a moment’s hesitation, he drew the sword at his waist, and then fiercely inserted it into the ground.
He desperately grabbed onto the hilt of his sword and bent his head, careful not to let himself be blown up by the violent wind.
The fearless creature with the body the size of a Quetzalcoatlus hovered over everyone’s heads, and the violent wind it created was enough to ruin the troops’ formation.
The mournful cries of horses and the death throes of humans could be heard!
When Murphy lifted his head, the creature that resembled a Quetzalcoatlus was already gone.
Besides Murphy, only a couple of frightened horses remained. These horses were so badly frightened that they could no longer move a single step.
Gnoll and human corpses were dripping with blood from the claws of the huge faraway shadow…
