That's a lot of people!

At the very center of the battlefield is a group of human warriors wearing khaki armor and white cloaks. They wielded their scimitars and spears desperately, and from time to time they gave the enemy in front of them a shot of a short-barreled musket.

Arranged in a circle, they are quite brave and cooperate tacitly. Under the cover of the dead camel carcasses in the outermost circle, they kept slaughtering the nezumi who dared to break through into the inner circle.

The nezumik's characteristic dark blood makes each of them black. They seemed to be protecting the women and children in the inner circle, for the cries of women and the howls of children could be heard from afar.

There were about a thousand human warriors in this group.

It's a pity that there are more Skaven rat people around, and at a glance, there are at least tens of thousands of rat people. They huddled together with each other, filling all the space available for escape.

Not only is the quantity overwhelming, but so is the quality.

At a glance, there were more than five hundred Storm Rat Warriors who were tall and burly, dressed in red and wearing silver armor.

This puts a heavy strain on human warriors.

In one of the system's magnified horizons, Martin saw the Storm Rat rush up and sweep, and the human soldier suddenly fell to the ground, either separated from his head or cut off at waist length.

If he doesn't come, it is estimated that in another five minutes, the human front will collapse and fall into a state of slaughter.

The arrival of Martin and his entourage changed everything.

The battlefield is chaotic, and under normal circumstances, it is difficult for both sides who are focused on fighting to notice Martin's few people. Helplessly, Vimana is too sassy.

Even if it is the outer skin of the brass claddle, it is still a blind existence under the scorching sun. Moreover, Vimana leaped down from the highest hill in the south, and it was difficult not to notice the light.

Vimona fired.

It's said to be a cannon, but it's actually the simplest, Jessica, a metal archmage, controls a makeshift trebuchet and throws four things.

The four seemingly black objects were perfectly thrown into the east, south, and west directions of the human circle. Almost as soon as the thing hit the sand, the rat-men around them, who had been red-eyed and frantically rushed up, retreated and fled.

"It's ......" The human warriors were incredulous as they watched the rat people retreat like a tide.

"This is the head of a rat troll!?" someone said tentatively.

The huge head of a rat is bigger than an ordinary rat man. Looking at the rat man's reaction, you know that this is definitely the real thing.

Which hero is so awesome that he killed three rat trolls in one go?

"Over there!" someone pointed to the glittering Vimana.

Vimona sped at breakneck speed, breaking through the waves of air at high speed, leaving a trail of dust behind the Ship of Radiance.

The golden levitating ark, coupled with the human figure standing on the bow of the ship, the yellow-armored warriors became excited: "It's a human! It's your own people!"

The soldiers who were ready to shoot on the spot greeted Martin with their weapons held high.

The nezumi over there seemed to have received orders from one of their leaders, and hundreds of nezumi began to abandon their former opponents and gather around Vimana.

In front of Vimona, who was racing at forty-five kilometers per hour, ordinary rat people ran as slow as a snail on their little short legs.

If Martin wanted to, he could have ignored the guys and rushed straight into the formation to the side of the humans.

Martin had another idea.

"Try a new weapon. As Martin muttered to himself, the side of the ship next to Vimona's aft compartment opened, and four things that looked like cannon barrels poked out. The muzzle diameter alone is enough for a small child to walk upright.

"Cover your ears!" called Martin, and the three girls did so.

Martin had a thought, and there was a screeching sound from the barrel of the cannon aimed in front of him, a bit like a cannon, and a bit like the scraping sound of hundreds of pieces of metal in unison.

The three girls guessed correctly, and what shot out was a crude spear seized from the nezumi.

"Boom!boom!" More than a thousand spears flew towards the ground, forming a half-moon-shaped rain of spears in mid-air, sweeping towards the rats who surrounded them.

The spear flew along with a sharp roar, and the wind pressure it brought up kicked up an exaggerated amount of dust, making it look like a ten-meter-high wave of sand fluttering over it.

Before many of the ratmen even had a frightened look on their faces, death struck. The rain of spears that came from the lightning made the battle line of the rat people suddenly bloody and fleshy.

The remaining spears often pierced through the bodies of several nezumi before finally landing on one of the hapless ghosts. This allows the rain of spears to continue to extend its lethality.

More than 500 nezumi were shot dead in just one shot.

The black blood characteristic of the rat people polluted large swaths of yellow sand around them.

The nezumi instantly collapsed in morale, and regardless of the fact that there was actually a human battle line behind them, they turned around and ran. Many nezumi slammed headlong into the human battle line in a scattered manner, and their heads were cut off by the yellow-armored human warriors.

But on both wings, more nezumi were still pouring towards Martin.

"Oh?" Martin was not surprised to see the Storm Rat and the Chaos Samurai, the elite troops.

Among the Chaos forces to the west, there is an even more burly Chaos Samurai.

Martin pouted: "I don't know if that thing is a Chaos Egg, or a genuine Chosen One." ”

Originally, Karna wanted to warn Martin about the large Chaos Warrior to the west, but when she found out that Martin had turned around and headed east, she immediately understood Martin's plan.

If the thief captures the king first, he can defeat the enemy as quickly as possible.

Obviously, Martin didn't want to be defeated, but to do as much damage as possible. Then it becomes important to maintain the other party's chain of command.

As long as there are higher-level Chaos Lords present, even if the nezumi morale collapses, it won't be long before they regroup. But thousands of nezumi scattered and fled together, and even if Vimana was there, they couldn't kill or injure too many nezumi.

Martin first fired two small rounds of spear rain at the wings of the Chaos Soldiers in the East, and it was only when the Nezumi unconsciously moved closer to the central formation in the East that Martin showed Vimona's fangs.

Eight cannon barrels rose from the back of Vimona, and more than three thousand nezumi spears poured down in one fell swoop into the denser, nezu-led, orc-supplemented array

The rain of spears poured down in the midst of the densest crowd of people.

"Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly!" it was like the sound of a sharp blade slamming into the flesh like machine-gun fire.

With just one salvo, within a radius of three hundred meters, there was not a single soldier from the Chaos camp standing, except for the heavy-armored elite troops such as the Storm Rat and the Chaos Samurai.

"Karna! Jessica!" Martin called, and Karna, with the hammer in hand, and Jessica, who returned to the metal cover and body, took advantage of Vimona's sudden stop and jumped down.