Re: Apocalypse Game-Chapter 192 Hold the Line

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows over the battlefield, the Roman walls stood as a last line of defense against the relentless tide of the undead. For hours now, tens of thousands of undead had continuously marched toward the walls, an unending wave of death and decay.

Players from different server regions—Paris, Bangkok, Cairo, and New York—all worked together on their respective sections of the massive Roman walls. They fought with valor and determination, but the sheer number of undead seemed insurmountable. As the minutes turned to hours and the players' stamina drained, their defenses weakened, and casualties began to mount.

Desperation and frustration filled the air as cries of agony echoed through the night. It was only the fifth night of this relentless siege, and the players were already feeling the strain.

"Dammit! Why are there so many of them?!" a player shouted in frustration, their voice laden with exhaustion.

Captain Thiery of the French military, recognizing the dire situation, made a crucial decision.

"Send the Roman soldiers to the front!" he ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos of battle. The act of deploying the Roman soldiers provided a much-needed respite for the French players, allowing them to recover their stamina and regroup.

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On the left-eastern walls, a situation just as dire unfolded. Multiple Revenants, powerful undead creatures, rushed toward the garrison gate, their malevolent presence striking fear into the defenders.

"Send more players to the gate! They're going to break through!" shouted Youssef the Egypt minister's son urgently.

"It can't hold! The gate's going to break!" cried another, panic creeping into their voice.

A thunderous boom echoed through the night as the massive gate began to splinter and crack, sending shockwaves of fear through the players defending it. But in the midst of the chaos, one man rose to the occasion. He wielded a huge shield and stood tall, calling out for the Cairo players to rally to his side, and they did so without hesitation.

"Hold the line!"

Captain Amon's voice rang out with unwavering determination. He was a two-time veteran of these nightmarish battles, and his leadership quickly boosted the morale of the Cairo players. Together, they formed a stalwart defense, pushing the relentless undead back out of the gate and preventing a catastrophic breach of their defenses.

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Another garrison located 500 meters away from them was not as fortunate. They lacked a player as strong and brave as Amon.

General Danupol of the Thai army had been doing his best to lead their firearms units, but unfortunately, after three hours of continuous battle, they were running dangerously low on ammunition. The general was on the verge of ordering a retreat when Chatri, a young veteran and well-known Thailand activist, took charge. He rallied a small cavalry unit and led them out from the gate to engage the undead horde, aiming to thin their ranks and buy more time for the garrison.

"Have no fear! Hold the line!" Chatri's fearless leadership and rallying cry inspired the soldiers to stand their ground and fight on.

His valiant action drew cheers and admiration from the players defending the Bangkok server. He quickly became a beloved hero, earning the respect and gratitude of his fellow players for his selfless and fearless efforts on the battlefield.

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In the western garrison, Captain Carter was a formidable leader who brandished the unique item known as the Guardian Flag. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝒘𝙚𝙗𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝙢

She stood tall raising the flag bravely at the top of the garrison.

[Effects: All players within a 300-meter radius of the item receive a 30% increase in defense rating]

This boost in defensive capabilities proved to be a game-changer for the hundreds of New York players stationed at the garrison. With renewed vigor and enhanced protection, they stood their ground against the relentless onslaught of undead.

However, the situation was quite different in the adjacent garrison, where Captain Farrell was grappling with a dire predicament. As the walls of his garrison were gradually being overrun by swarming skeletons, panic had begun to set in among his ranks. The imminent collapse of the gate seemed inevitable, and Captain Farrell was on the verge of ordering a retreat.

But just when all hope seemed lost, a ray of salvation appeared in the form of Marcus and his loyal Blood Patriots. Led by the two fierce werewolf soldiers, their swift and resolute action halted the advance of the undead and prevented the gate from succumbing to the enemy's relentless assault. The garrison's defenders found renewed courage, inspired by the valiant stand of Marcus and his Blood Patriots, and were determined to fight on.

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Further northwest, at Fort Stirling, a valiant female knight stood guard at another gate, her determination unwavering as she faced the relentless onslaught of the undead. With her brunette hair flowing and her blade in hand, she defended the gate with unyielding resolve.

"42! 43! Who's next? Come here!" she shouted, challenging the horde of undead as they approached.

From a vantage point above the gate, Merle, the crimson gunner, shouted in panic, "Get back up, you crazy woman!"

As the situation grew increasingly perilous, the support unit sprang into action. Sergeant Dylan and the others swiftly deployed their newly developed explosive devices.

KABOOM! KABOOM!

The explosions ripped through the ranks of the undead, resulting in the demise of dozens of foes. However, the powerful blasts also took their toll on the old walls of the garrison, weakening the structural integrity of the fortification. The defenders faced a precarious situation as they grappled with the consequences of their desperate measures to repel the undead assault.

Despite the valiant efforts of over 5000 players defending the gates of the southern regions, the relentless undead horde continued to surge forward. The once-sturdy defenses were tested to their limits, and casualties among the players began to mount.

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