"Ready—! Thrust!"

Vanna forcefully thrust out the spear in his hand, then his hands shook violently, and the spear shaft made a cracking sound. A wolf-kind creature was butting against the spearhead. Its fur was fluffy, and its blood-red eyes were staring like copper bells. Its open mouth revealed two rows of sharp teeth, the largest of which was as big as his thumb. This was the first time he had come into such close contact with a demonic beast. The creature was waving its claws in the air, and snowflakes even splashed on his face.

Vanna's mind went blank, and almost instinctively, based on the training he had accumulated, he subconsciously gripped the spear shaft tightly and continued to exert force forward. A moment seemed to stretch endlessly. He saw the spear shaft bending to its limit, and the spearhead deeply embedded in the demonic beast's abdomen. He even thought that the sharp claws would tear open his cheek in the next moment.

With a "snap," the spear shaft could not withstand the wolf-kind's impact and finally broke into two pieces. It was this crisp sound that restored the flow of time. The creature fell downwards, just as it had come—its claws landed on the protective wall, scraping out a series of fragments, and carrying that half of the spear shaft, it crashed heavily to the ground along the city wall.

"Musketeers, reloading complete!"

"Free fire!"

Two gun barrels immediately stretched out beside Vanna. He quickly took half a step back, raised his head, and avoided the gunpowder debris and gas from rushing into his eyes. As for his ears, he couldn't care less.

The muskets were quickly fired, and Vanna approached the protective wall again, discovering a batch of various demonic beasts lying at the bottom of the wall. Someone next to him poked him, and he turned his head to see his roommate grinning triumphantly at him.

You've only touched a gun for a little over a week, what's so triumphant about it. Vanna glared back and shifted his gaze back to the battlefield. When His Highness's artillery team comes into play, you'll realize that the iron pipe in your hand is just a cane.

"Gunner, your spear, here you go." Cat Claw handed over a new wooden spear, "Are these demonic beasts going crazy? Has it been two or three hours already?"

"They're crazy to begin with," Vanna propped up the spear shaft, waiting for the next wave of enemy attacks, "What time is it now?"

"Almost noon." Cat Claw exhaled a breath, and quickly glanced around to both sides, taking advantage of the hunter's inattention, "Where's Youpi? Where are the Rodney brothers?"

"Don't take your eyes off the field, do you want to be disemboweled by a wolf-kind?" Vanna said unhappily, "They were assigned to other sections of the city wall, maybe in Group Three, maybe in Group Four. Speaking of which, how did you get to Group One?"

"I'm in the reserve team," he smiled, "Wherever there's a need, I'll be there. An uncle was injured just now, so it's my turn to substitute—"

"Ready—!" the hunter observer's voice sounded, interrupting Cat Claw's words. Vanna saw a dozen demonic beasts approaching rapidly. Now he could quickly distinguish the types of demonic beasts. This wave only had two wolf-kinds, the others were boar-kinds, fox-kinds, and a bear-kind, which posed little threat to the city wall.

"Thrust!" Nevertheless, he followed the order and thrust out the spear in unison with his teammates. Sure enough, this time the spearhead was empty. He retracted the spear shaft, and in his peripheral vision, he saw that the wolf-kinds had been shot down by other members of Group One. When the other slower demonic beasts also gathered under the city wall, the musketeers squeezed in beside him again and free fired downwards.

This repetitive fixed action has continued from dawn until now. When the initial horn was blown, most people were still asleep. Vanna yawned. This time, the demonic beasts' attack was more intense than usual. The usual one or two waves of attacks were still continuing, and the demonic beast corpses under the city wall were almost piled up. The militia Second Team had already replaced them once, and after eating something at random and resting for a moment, they had returned to the city wall.

But surprisingly, Vanna found himself more calm than he had imagined. He thrust and retracted the spear when he heard the command, and left the rest to the musketeers, just like in the usual practice. The seemingly inexplicable regulations and action requirements at the beginning were now put to use, and were unbelievably effective.

The others were similar to him. Although they held the spear shafts tightly and looked quite serious, and some substitutes seemed very nervous, everyone stood upright and no one retreated a step.

However, Vanna knew that everyone's greatest confidence did not come from the day-to-day practice, but from His Highness. Vanna only dared to steal a glance at the watchtower in the middle of the city wall after the musketeers fired—that was where His Royal Highness the Prince stood.

From the moment the horn sounded, His Highness arrived at the city wall at the first moment, stood on the same defense line as everyone, and had not rested until now. Even when he was rotated down to eat, His Royal Highness the Prince still stayed at the top of the watchtower, and the Chief Knight personally delivered his breakfast.

Thinking back to the previous lord, every year during the Months of Demons, he would leave early by boat. Next were the nobles, and finally the commoners. Those who had spare money could pay a few silver wolves to leave by boat. Those who had no money could only rely on their own feet to walk to Longsong Stronghold. Just thinking about this filled him with strength.

That's right, they were the Greycastle Prince's troops, completely different from the patrol team before Border Town. That group often ran rampant in the new and old districts, relying on their armor and weapons, and foreign merchants were also their targets of extortion. In Vanna's opinion, except for the two captains of the patrol team, the others were no different from hooligans. The militia team was a powerful team, and under the leadership of His Royal Highness the Prince, they could even block the terrifying demonic beasts outside the town, never allowing them to advance a step. Only Longsong Stronghold could do this in the past.

Look at Yuwan, a well-known coward in the old district, who was often ridiculed. After joining the militia Second Team, he now wielded a spear with some semblance of skill. And then there's Fermi, who was huge but always slow on the uptake, and people in the old district enjoyed teasing him. Now, his set of spear-thrusting movements was fast and ruthless, more skilled than most people. Vanna knew that after others finished training, he had to practice a hundred more spears, just because His Highness had personally said to him, "The less agile a bird is, the earlier it must take off to catch up with others and eventually surpass them."

He initially joined only for the two eggs. Why did he now feel fortunate that he had joined the militia team? There were subtle changes every day, and he was making progress every day. Vanna believed that not only him, but everyone felt this way. He didn't know how to describe his feelings. Perhaps, to summarize it, it was what His Highness often said during training—they were a team different from the times.

"Woo—woo—" Two short horn sounds made Vanna perk up. This was a warning for the appearance of mixed-breed demonic beasts. He looked into the distance and saw another lion-headed, winged mixed-breed, very similar to the one that had broken into the city last time. This was the second one he had encountered today, he thought, but this time was different. Besides the musketeers, they had other helpers.

Vanna slightly tilted his head. In his peripheral vision, a short-haired girl with golden hair beside His Highness had already floated into the air.