The fallen nights advanced on the wall. The orange coats fired a volley at the advancing knights. A cloud of black smoke erupted from the wall. The armored corpses fell to the ground. The men on the wall wasted no time reloading their muskets. Through the smoke they saw the knight's corpses rise again. Their armor punctured with holes the size of a large man's thumb in the steel.
The men on the wall groaned knowing that would have knocked living men out of the fight. The next volley boomed into the undead vanguard. The armored bodies hit the ground again.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!" shouted one of the yellow jackets on the wall. "Let them hit the trenches!"
The orange coats loaded their muskets and waited for the order to fire. The rest of the deathless host arrived in the clearing. Every corpse in the city flooded the streets.
BOOMM!!!
The cannons continued to chip away at the enchanted walls.
"Gun one turnabout!" ordered the Sergeant of arms. "Load and fire at will."
One of the cannons blasting away at the wall tuned to face the street. The cannon fired into the mass of corpses carving a line into the wall of dead folks.
"Muskets fire at will!" shouted a yellow coat on the wall.
The wall roared as every musket on the line spit fire and lead into the wall of rotten meat. Bodies fell to the ground to be trampled beneath the hoard.
The men on the wall swore under their breath as the wall of meat slowly encroached on their wall of stone. Their muskets killing the dead but not seeming to slow the dead. The dead knights hit the first trench tumbling into the pit. They rose to their feet in the deep pit but couldn't escape the pit being to uncoordinated to pull themselves out. The rest of the hoard tumbled in after them filling the pit with rotting meat.
"Light the first trench!" ordered a grenadier.
A volley of fire bottles reached over the stone wall. The ones that hit their mark shattered igniting the ankle-deep pool of oil in the bottom. Fire spread though the first trench. Oily mud began to light the dead men and their rotted cloths on fire. More dead walked into the trench filling the burning hole. The dead knowing no fear marched into the hole filling it and packing it full. The fire climbed the bodies jumping to dry skin and cloths as corpses filled the trench to the brim pushing the oil out.
The first trench became so full of packed meat the hoard walked right over it. The know flaming wall of corpses closed in on the second trench and the stone wall. The soldiers fired their muskets into the approaching mob nocking more corpses to the ground to be trampled flat by the wait of their fellows.
BOOOM!!
The cannons continued to blast away at the walls and the hoard.
Boom!!
A section of dead men exploded as they hit the first mines. Ten dead men at the front dispersed into the air as a red cloud. The relentless advance continued as they hit more mines. Despite the losses the dead men continued to fill the kill zone. Explosions rocked the ground as the mines and cannons blasted away.
Men screamed angrily from the walls to keep the fear out of their harts as the endless tide of dead folks closed in on them.
"The wall is breaking!" shouted the Sergeant of Arms. "We are halfway through keep fighting!"
The dead men approached the second trench and the most feared of the creatures appeared. The stone giant emerged from the buildings. Muskets began to fire from the second floor of the buildings across the kill zone.
"Fuckers are shooting back again!" shouted an orange coat.
"Don't worry about them!" ordered a grenadier. "They won't hit you at that range. You all know what those dead fuckers will do if they get over the wall. Focus on what's in front of you!"
"Fuck!" shouted the orange coat as he reloaded his musket.
"Cannon one nock that thing down!" Ordered the commander of the fort.
The cannon wheeled around to aim at the approaching colossus. The cannon rang out about the same time the flesh wall reached the second trench and another wave of fire bottles soared over the wall. The stone giant recoiled as the block of stone at its center cracked as the cannonball bounced off.
The gun crew looked at the damage concerned that the creature did not disintegrate. The Sergeant of arms looked at them.
"Don't stop shoot until that stone brakes in half!" ordered the old man.
The dead men began to fill the second trench. The field in front of them was a field of burning corpses. The second trench filled with stomped down corpses. They would soon reach the wall. Grenades and blunderbuss shot into the hoard. The cannon shattered the center stone of the colossus leaving the top stones to collapse onto the surrounding shamblers. The men cheered at the site of the destroyed giant. Then screamed in horror as a second one emerged on a different side of the fort forcing the cannon crew to push the gun by hand to face it.
The cannons where only a few stones from breaking down the walls and then it was just a mater of clearing the ruble and getting the wagons through the breach.
The wall of flesh met the wall of stone and the muskets became clubs or were switched out for iron hammers, axes, and shovels. Anything that would shatter bones was used to keep the mass of dead men from getting over the wall. Bricks and ruble were thrown from rooftops smashing the bodies below. Shrapnel guns and grenades took bites out of the hoard that were quickly replaced. The burning corpses lit the night as the moon reached its peak. Scorched hands tried to pull the men into the teeth as the first man was hit by a lucky musket ball.