They were the Posthumous people who had retreated, and some were evolved from Earth.


    These people weren’t allowed to participate as they weren’t suitable for such high-intensity battles.


    There were many reasons. Some were old, and their stamina couldn’t allow them to fight for long. Some had disabilities and couldn’t walk. Some had the job of educating the next generation and were living knowledge banks. Some were women and kids who were the hope of the Posthumous People.


    Some of these Earthlings didn’t have high levels but were good at ranged attacks. Because of their low levels, they couldn’t fight here.


    But these people completed a surprising attack.


    This war was a life-and-death war. It was a crucial war to see if Cloud Peak could own a resource base that other factions couldn’t have.


    Everyone wanted to join in.


    They weren’t strong, but they had a strong desire to fight. They didn’t fear death and were willing to sacrifice for the Imperial City.


    After solemn discussions, Ye Zhongming and the kings devised a plan for them to do things at a certain moment.


    Truth proved that these tens of thousands of people could do things that changed people’s opinions.


    These people used bows or ranged skills to kill these elites, who charged into the Imperial City instantly.


    This was their collective power.


    Alone, they couldn’t compare to the cavaliers. The gap was huge, such that one cavalier could kill hundreds of such people.


    They fired arrows or used skills that might not even tickle the cavaliers.


    But there were too many such attacks such that they couldn’t dodge.


    Tens of thousands against two thousand looked like a few dozen folds of difference. But one must know this wasn’t a math question where each cavalier had to face a few dozen arrows. They didn’t charge in a row, so the arrows didn’t aim at each person.


    These arrows and skills were like another army of cavaliers. Two groups clashed.


    The final outcome was that both sides were badly injured and collapsed.


    Did they have to pay such a price for their goals? Couldn’t they use other ways to prove their loyalty, which they had repeatedly proven?


    Since victory was decided, couldn’t they use a more straightforward method? Why did they have to use fresh blood?


    The Saintess missed her mount. If that dragon was still here, she could charge onto the walls and burn the weird but powerful weapons the Earthlings brought.


    “Saint Father, let us attack!”


    The other two heads asked for permission. They felt that if they had a strong force charging into the city, they could quickly end the battle.


    He kept silent for a moment before nodding.


    The two heads waved to their subordinates and shifted toward the battlefield.


    “Saint Father, I will go too!”


    “You stay!”


    The Saintess was stopped. She was confused, but the Saint Father explained nothing to her.


    The Saintess stood there and looked lonely.


    The heavy infantry troops that the Posthumous People had prepared were finally put to use.


    They didn’t have any cavaliers. They weren’t good at raising demon monsters on a large scale and were also very poor. Cavaliers were troops that spent the most money, so they didn’t have the ability to do so.


    They couldn’t raise cavaliers, so all their troops were made up of infantry.


    They were powerful infantry as long as they were given strong armor, a thick shield, and a spear.


    Facing the Saint Light Hall cavaliers, this was the first time the Posthumous People infantry clashed with them.


    Many people glanced. Both sides knew that this was the final barrier. If the infantry failed, then there was nothing that could stop the Saint Light Hall cavaliers.