Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 135: Gift From a Good-hearted Man

Before the rampaging rebels, the sturdy outer walls of the City Lord Manor looked as brittle as eggshells. They were breached in just a matter of moments.

The infuriated rebels charged manically at the City Lord Manor with torches and ladders, roaring their war cries.

The forest snipers were horrified to find that there were so many enemies that their hands could hardly catch up. The enemies were so tenacious that it took multiple arrows to take one down, and in the time they took to eliminate a target, more rushed forward to take his place.

It didn’t take long for the enemies to climb up the walls and reach them, forcing them to fight in melee combat.

Meanwhile, the City Lord Manor’s gates had been blown into bits by fearless rebels carrying acid and explosion scrolls.

The Tibetan soldiers in the courtyard stood in a daze as the rebels broke down the gates and rushed up to them. They quickly snapped out of their confusion to stop the rebels, but…

Despite being known for their valiance, the Tibetan soldiers failed to stand their ground and were forced to retreat instead. A number of them were either tripped or had a rebel obstinately hold them down, so that their allies could stab their eyes and smash their faces.

The mages rained spells on the rebels, but the rebels were like unstoppable beasts. They braved the flames and lightning to hold down the mages and go down together.

The vice city lord and his aides were flabbergasted.

“Milord, they have breached the first courtyard,” one of the vice city lord’s aides reported.

Moments later…

“Milord, they have breached the second courtyard…” the aide exclaimed in horror.

More moments later…

“Milord, they are about to reach us!” the aide screamed in fright.

“Should we send the war slaves in?!” the vice city lord anxiously asked.

These were people whom he had trampled under his feet for the longest time; he couldn’t believe how ferocious they were! These slaves might have the number advantage, but the troops he had gathered here were all elites, so why were they collapsing so fast?

Somehow, it looked like the rebels were going to charge all the way up to him!

“Fire the flare!” the vice city lord roared.

These rebels are too scary. I need the war slaves with me to ensure my safety, or else I’ll be torn to shreds the moment they reach me.

“Call the reinforcements! We’re on the verge of collapsing!”

…

Those stationed on the east gate swiftly noticed the flare.

“Young master, the vice city lord is asking for reinforcement,” a Tibetan soldiers respectfully walked up to Asudo and reported, “How should we answer?”

“…” Asudo was rendered speechless.

His plan was to intentionally lower the city defenses, except for vital infrastructure, to lure out all the troublemakers. The bulk of the troops would be stationed outside the city, ready to be mobilized once all the rebels reveal themselves.

That was the reason they didn’t even raise their magic barriers.

Lowering the barriers was risky, especially with the Tang army pressing close, but to hook the big fish they needed to put bait on the line. Only when the rebels were convinced that they could succeed would they all jump out.

It was not as if the rebels had the means to acquire good equipment anyway, and their discipline and morale were bound to be inferior to their troops. It should be easy to deal with them.

And the troops stationed outside the city served two purposes.

When the Tang army arrived to siege the city, these troops would catch them by surprise and impale their flanks like a sharp spear, inflicting severe damage on them.

Otherwise, they could march into the city and strike the rebels from behind to suppress them.

Ideally, Asudo was hoping to use these troops against the Tang army. Little did he know that his father would struggle against the rebels and anxiously signal him to send reinforcement.

“Haaa!”

But what else could he do? The City Lord Manor mustn’t fall.

Asudo turned to the mage beside him and ordered, “Send a signal to the troops outside the city. Tell them to prepare to reinforce the City Lord Manor!”

The signal was sent, but weird enough, there was no response.

“What’s going on?” Asudo asked the mage.

The mage looked back at him in confusion.

…

Hours ago…

Shoosh shoosh, shoosh shoosh!

Wet skeletons climbed out of a river amidst sploshing water and made their way toward land.

The notion of having an army of skeletons launch a surprise attack was ridiculous, considering their movement speed. But it just so happened that Kucha and Shule were connected by one of the biggest rivers in the Western Region.

That made things much easier.

Shu Yichao didn’t hesitate to break down a couple of skeleton soldiers to make bone rafts.

He had an army of 200,000 skeleton soldiers travel to Shule on land to serve as a distraction, whereas the main army traveled via waterway. Just like that, they swiftly advanced to Shule via land and water.

“Grandson, you’re a lucky one,” Miazova remarked in amazement. “They look completely unprepared.”

Important cities usually put up a barrier at night to guard against night raids, but tonight’s Shule was exceptionally quiet except for specks of lights here and there. It looked unguarded.

Perhaps years of peace had made the Tibetans lower their guard.

“If we can rush into the city in a single swoop…”

As long as they could take control of one of the city gates, they would be able to send an endless army of skeleton soldiers into the city. That was as good as a guaranteed victory, since the endless skeletons were bound to eventually wear the Tibetans down.

The ghost horsemen’s soulfire blazed. They couldn’t wait.

However…

“Hm? Is there an ambush here?” Shu Yichao eyed the minimap.

If he minimized the map, Shule was a massive red dot, but there were also a considerable number of red dots behind one of the mountain ridges near Shule.

“An ambush?” Miazova traced Shu Yichao’s gaze and understood what was going on.

Looks like there’s someone competent in Shule. He sensed something amiss with the situation and made countermeasures in advance.

The city’s garrison troops and the army lying in ambush were positioned to launch a pincer attack against their enemies. If the invader today was a normal Tang army, they would have been put in a tough spot.

If they went ahead to siege the city, oblivious to the troops lying in ambush, they might have just suffered a terrible defeat.

However, Shu Yichao’s undead army was anything but normal.

“There are kind souls everywhere, providing me with supplies before a major battle.”

Shu Yichao was overjoyed to see the red dots hidden behind the ridge.

“Brothers, come with me! Let’s expand our army!”

Countless skeleton soldiers rushed at the mountain ridge under the cover of the night, flooding the Tibetans in white bones.