After Kant returned to Drondheim, he asked Bunduk to come and see him without any delay.
Until that evening, the two finally met.
Bunduk walked into the hall and greeted Kant, “Lord Kant, welcome back to Drondheim.”
“I saw the letter you sent me and immediately returned. What happened? Did something happen recently?” Kant nodded and asked after he gestured for Bunduk to sit down.
Bunduk immediately frowned when he heard Kant’s question, and a bitter expression appeared on his rough face.
“The workers we sent to the alkali soil were attacked. Seven or eight workers have died since the first incident,” Bunduk said in a heavy tone.
Panic was already rampant in Drondheim after such a large-scale attack happened in the country.
He was also very busy because of this matter.
“Hmm?” Kant’s heart was struck. As a new force that was constantly expanding, Drondheim was actually detonated in the country. “Have you found out anything from your investigation? Is it a personal force, or…”
Bunduk replied, “According to the cause of death of the workers discovered, this should be the work of the undead that lurked in the desert at the border.”
When Kant heard this, his expression became even more solemn than before.
“Are you sure?”
In Kant’s impression, although the undead had high attack power, they did not have much self-awareness.
Now, they suddenly chose to attack Drondheim.
This indeed made people suspicious.
“Yes, based on my experience in fighting against the undead, the injuries on the workers’ bodies were indeed caused by the undead’s attack pattern. The medical soldiers’ test results are also the same as what I thought,” Bunduk replied.
In fact, he was already certain that this attack was planned by the undead.
“When was the last attack?” Kant thought for a moment and asked.
“Early this morning,” Bunduk said.
“Yes. Then tonight, bring a team of soldiers to the dune near the alkali soil and set up an ambush. We’ll see who’s behind this,” Kant ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” Bunduk replied. He had wanted to do this before. However, Kant had yet to return to the main city, so he needed the lord’s permission to move the army.
“Go and pick someone from the elite troops. You’ve seen undead soldiers on the battlefield before, so this operation is quite dangerous,” Kant instructed.
Bunduk nodded, then bade farewell and left.
The sky outside the house was slightly gloomy. Dark clouds covered the sun completely.
A thirty-man army, neatly dressed, set out from the main city and walked to the outskirts of the alkali soil.
Bunduk had come here many times before with his men, so the route was already well-established.
When they were almost at their destination, Bunduk ordered the entire army to immediately find cover and lay in ambush.
When the armored soldiers were hiding in the dune, he led a few soldiers dressed as workers and continued to walk forward.
It was summer now, and the bark of the wood and alkali soil trees in the alkali soil had a layer of white salt frost.
Bunduk put on the equipment of the salt pickers and took out a knife to scrape off the layers of salt from the trees and store them in a small bucket.
The others imitated Bunduk’s actions, busying themselves in the alkali soil.
Occasionally, they whispered to each other.
Until the moon rose high into the night sky, there was no sign of anything unusual around them.
One of his subordinates walked to Bunduk’s side and said, “Commander, have those guys already left? They haven’t appeared for so long.”
“It’s still early. Don’t slack off. Hurry up and get to work,” Bunduk looked around and said in a low voice.
The soldier walked to another tree without saying a word and continued to pick salt.
“I don’t know how long we’ll have to squat here in the wilderness. I was called out from the army without having dinner today,” a soldier complained to the person beside him.
“You must be used to being lazy. You’ve never left the main city before. It’s much more tiring to fight outside,” the soldier who heard this retorted.
“Anyway, I haven’t seen the shadow of the undead yet. Collecting salt will use up all my strength.”
The two of them seemed to be quite close. They chatted one after another.
“Stop talking nonsense. If you’re hungry, go pick a few dates from the jujube tree over there and eat them. I heard that many workers usually eat these. They can temporarily fill their stomachs.”
The soldier who spoke first was overjoyed when he heard that. “Thank you, Lord!”
“You should thank me instead,” another soldier said helplessly.
However, the other party did not finish listening to him and went to the jujube trees on the west side to pick dates.
After a while, the soldier who was working on the spot turned around and looked at the trees on the west side. He wondered in his heart, “How much does this kid want to pick? Why isn’t he back yet?”
With this thought in mind, he often glanced in that direction.
After a while, he saw a familiar figure running out of the jujube forest.
“Oh my God!” a scream startled everyone.
Bunduk ran quickly towards the source of the sound.
“What’s wrong?” Bunduk asked.
The soldier pointed to the west and said with a pale face, “That’s the undead, right?”
Bunduk also looked in that direction.
He saw groups of undead chasing after a soldier disguised as a worker in the desert.
“Target has appeared! Prepare for battle!” Bunduk commanded.
His voice was heard outside the alkali soil, and the Swadian soldiers hiding behind the dune began to reorganize their equipment.
Their muscles tensed up as they entered the battle status.
Once the undead entered their field of vision, they would immediately attack and kill them.
Bunduk raised his broadsword and mounted his horse.
He rode his horse to the front of the group of undead and attracted their attention.
There was not much undead, and they were about the same size as an ordinary undead warrior. They did not seem to be equipped with any weapons. However, the current time was the most active time of the day for them.
Just the astonishing jumping and biting abilities were enough to cause the human troop class to fall into disarray.
There were still three hours before daybreak. During these three hours, the most important thing was to maintain their physical strength and not let these undead escape easily.
“Get on the horse!” Bunduk stretched out his hand to help and said to the soldier who was running for his life.
The soldier looked at him with fear and trepidation. He grabbed Bunduk’s right hand tightly and jumped onto the horse’s back.
“Hold on tight!”
The undead behind them was still chasing after them.
Bunduk increased his speed and escaped towards the desert.
The soldiers who had been lying in ambush in the alkali soil had already taken off their workers’ clothes, revealing their shining armor. They carried the newly modified shield and silently walked out of the alkali soil, reuniting with their comrades who were hidden behind the dune.
