Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 159: Rescue Team Leader Online

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Rescue Team Leader Online

"Retreat! We can’t stay here; otherwise, we’ll be overwhelmed."

Erminuo’s face was stricken with panic as he shouted loudly to Jia Siwei at his side. Jia Siwei felt a surge of disdain in his heart, but he managed to maintain a respectful demeanor on his face.

"We can’t retreat immediately. These puppets are not adept at speed; they excel at positional warfare. If we make a hasty retreat, our formation will be entirely broken, and there’s no way we could run away."

Jia Siwei spoke while controlling his own troops, retreating steadily and calmly in battle.

After a while, Erminuo finally overcame his initial panic. He began to regret his actions—if he had not hurriedly fled earlier and had acted like Jia Siwei, perhaps things would not have been so disheveled.

With those puppets blocking and the hired men, perhaps they could have even turned defeat into victory.

But it was all too late now. Those damn mercenaries had all run off—despicable cowards.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer Skull Soldiers outside, and their fight became more relaxed.

"It seems that after the Skeletons have taken over the border fortress, they don’t want to expand further. Although we don’t know their intentions, we seem to be safe for now," Jia Siwei said as if analyzing the situation.

"Undead settling down after taking a place? That’s unlikely."

"What if they are controlled by a Hero Unit?" Jia Siwei spoke again.

"Even then, it’s unlikely. After all, Undead can’t suppress their nature. As soon as they encounter the living, they’ll do everything to kill them, even if it means their own demise."

"Is that so? Maybe something happened that we’re not aware of."

Jia Siwei said no more. As a noble heir like Erminuo, who knew little else, if he knew what had happened on the Flower Plateau, he probably wouldn’t be so certain of his words.

"Look! More people are coming!" Just at that moment, another disheveled group ran towards them.

Erminuo recognized them at a glance—it was Duojia, who had set out with him, now in the same plight as himself.

Duojia was also a lord’s heir, with no primary inheritance rights, and even his family’s strength was greater. To secure his status, he had even come to their side.

It was said he wanted to prove his strength, and now look where he ended up.

If they returned in this sorry state, their fates were predictable.

"Come this way, quickly, Duojia!" Erminuo shouted. These frustrated folks usually huddled together for warmth, and now seeing another in a sorry state, Erminuo couldn’t explain the wave of joy he felt.

Sometimes, a defeat in war doesn’t necessarily reflect one’s lack of ability.

If everyone else could be just like him, or even worse off, then his own performance wouldn’t stand out.

Maybe at times, this could even highlight one’s strengths—that was the reasoning.

Duojia, also on the run, joined their group as soon as he saw them. With the outer ranks shielded by puppets, their own forces provided support from behind.

With no imminent danger, their output of power was much stronger than before.

In no time, the pursuing Skull Soldiers were wiped out. However, wave after wave of people kept appearing towards them.

Since they had been constantly retreating, even when meeting these people, no one felt it strange, considering everyone was fleeing in the same direction.

On this flight, Jia Siwei turned into the rescue squad leader, saving noble heirs one after another.

Though some seemed displeased to be saved by a merchant and even held resentment, most were filled with gratitude towards Jia Siwei, declaring they must repay him.

Thus, throughout an entire day, Jia Siwei protected these people, running all the way to Kangjia City.

Kangjia City, the city from which they had set out, was also the nearest large city to the border fortress. Now Kangjia City had received news and was entirely on high alert.

"Quick, into the city, into the city!" Upon their arrival, voices shouted loudly from atop the city walls.

These were nobles; their lives couldn’t be carelessly sacrificed.

Once inside the city, they began to tally up, and it was discovered that out of the noble young masters that had set out, five were still missing on the battlefield and were unlikely to return.

Of those who had returned, over seventy percent had been rescued by Jia Siwei.

Instantly, Jia Siwei was held in esteem by those nobles. If it weren’t for the fact that he was a merchant, they would probably have sent envoys to make connections by now.

But those saved by Jia Siwei, after tidying up, came to visit.

"Not even thirty percent, that’s the mindset of these nobles, but that’s enough for now," Jia Siwei shook his head helplessly after a busy day, realizing these nobles had no concept of gratitude.

Less than thirty percent of those he had saved came to visit him.

The rest either felt entitled to his help or indifferent. Some even disparaged him outside, according to information gleaned by his own subordinates.

"That’s just how nobles are. But after this battle, Boss, you’re going to enter the noble class."

Jia Siwei nodded; he had been arranging this for a long time—was it not for this moment?

Even this battle had been genuine. Although the enemy had taken it easy, his own puppets had still suffered great losses, the survivors all wounded. Jia Siwei had almost been forced to use his Iron Puppets.

But once silver-level combat power came into play, it would not have been so easily explained away.

Suddenly, Erminuo approached from afar, shouting as he walked, "We’ve figured it out, brother Jia Siwei. That damned Blue Sand Empire actually hired Undead to attack our frontier."

"Hired? Can such creatures as Undead even be hired?" Jia Siwei pretended to be puzzled.

"Isn’t it because an Undead Lord appeared to the north who somehow managed to control his Undead completely. We suspect he might truly have territory, it’s just unknown how strong it is, they’re doing mercenary work."

"But having escaped to accept mercenary work, their strength can’t be great—probably just a large number of low-level Undead."

Is that so? Jia Siwei thought silently to himself, his inner thoughts completely different from the expression on his face.