Imagine if it would be vulgar to see a mouse in a cage poked with a stick, but it would be even more vulgar if a mouse walking upright poked a rat in a cage with a stick.

Think about it, a large number of rats who can stand on their feet, can easily use any props, use a full-fledged language, and have a full mind full of vicious thoughts suddenly appearing from the sea in a dozen tattered warships, and the scene is like a nightmare full of black humor.

In the Middle Ages, there were two major races of navies that were often talked about, one was the navy of the Imperials, which was ridiculed as the River Army, and the navy of the Skaven Rats, the Underground River Army.

However, the fleet of the Skaven is still a dangerous adversary.

Superior battleships, superb seamanship, unparalleled courage... The above has nothing to do with the Skaven Navy.

They go by quantity, in absolute quantity.

True Rat Sea Tactics.

A strong, cold wind blew from beyond the dark horizon, whipped the sails and hundreds of scurvy clan flags hunted.

At least a dozen large ships and fleets full of rats broke through the roaring waves of water and crashed into the vision of many dark elves, and ten thousand fireflies rose in the dark blue sea.

There was an encounter on the sea, and they couldn't run away if they wanted to, and the dark elves were terrified.

"Well, maybe Marselan is asleep today." Standing at the bow of the ship, Eliden frowned and quietly tightened his grip on his staff.

"Your Excellency... The number and number of warships of the opposing side far exceeded that of our army, and the situation was extremely unfavorable for us. Nodia took the telescope of the first mate Vestzy, and after only a cursory glance at his side's odds, he retreated inwardly, and suggested to Hermer to stay out of the way for the time being.

"Now if we're going to withdraw... I'm afraid that it will be necessary to sacrifice one or two warships and the men on them to come to the palace. ”

"Run?" Facing the sea breeze, Hemmer crossed his arms, and his deep pupils were full of groups of battleships that were getting closer and closer. He suddenly laughed arbitrarily and said, "Our ally is here, why are you running?" ”

"Huh?"

The generals glanced at each other and got the same doubt in each other's eyes.

Only Eliden covered his mouth and chuckled, and his nervous mood relaxed for no reason.

The words "nezumi", "ally", and "Hemmer" put together, and nothing good will happen. Looking at the eagerness of the person next to her, she knew what bad water was holding in his stomach, waiting for the rats to be fooled.

But if you think about it, it's been less than a year since they last stabbed the Rodent Clan on Lustia's back, and the rat people on the other side are really so easy to be fooled by Hemer?

Eliden was a little uneasy, so he met his gaze and asked tentatively: "But Lord Hemer, we betrayed the Eclipse Clan not long ago, and after such a long time, I'm afraid that the matter of the Eclipse Clan has long been reported back to the old world, and most of the rat people on the other side have heard of you, so what are your next plans... Does it work? ”

"Have you ever heard of a saying that smart people are mistaken by smart?"

"Do they know or don't know about it, and what does it have to do with me?" Hemmer smiled meaningfully at the sorceress, looked back at the approaching fleet, and said contemptuously, "O nezumi, to sum up this race in terms of only one quality is to be extremely selfish. Each nezumi is narcissistic, paranoid, greedy, and vicious, and they don't care about the well-being of their family or race unless they are in danger. In the prisoner's dilemma, they always rebelled. ”

"Betrayal and betrayal are as frequent in the rat society as eating and drinking. Their memories of such things are probably not much better than those of a fish with a seven-second memory. ”

"So even if they knew that I had betrayed their people before, so what. They're playing harder than I am. ”

"Look, wait a minute, please watch a fireworks."

"Order the ships to put the wounded men who are still able to move on deck, and most of the rest of the men to go into the cabins and stand by, and remember that no one is allowed to show up on deck until they have received the order to follow the order."

Although the military order issued by Hemer was very strange, the enemy was currently too late to think about it, and many low-level officers did it according to the lord's order as soon as they received the order.

After giving the order, Hemmer whispered into Notya's ear and whispered a few words.

The puzzled generals were first startled when they saw Nodia's expression, then nodded deeply, and casually summoned a dozen soldiers to the cabin.

As time passed, the nezumi ships got closer and closer, and many of the dark elves could even see the restless gophers on the tattered warships with the naked eye.

"Fleets fly white flags, quick!"

Hemer made a quick decision.

First mate Visqi was stunned.

"Fly the white flag! We surrender! ”

...

The combined fleet of the Shipwreckers of Grey Headland, led by the sea warlord of the Scurvy Clan, Crookshak the Sloppy.

He has white fur with a very high social status in the rat people, a pair of deep sunken eye sockets reveal a gloomy gaze, and the tip of his nose covered with long whiskers has an extremely hideous scar, which adds a fierce aura to the rats.

Crookshaq is known as a sloppy man in the nezumi army, and he knows that he is a typical reckless man when he hears the title.

He hunched his back, holding a long knife twice his height in his right hand and a Skaven short-barreled gun in his left hand, his tail flapping quietly against the splint behind him.

Originally, the fleet of Shipwrecks of Grey Cape went out to sea from the southern bay of the Devil's Rat Wasteland, plundered the coast of the Principality of Estalia and headed north, ready to continue to rob the Bretonians, but they did not expect to encounter the fleet of pointy-eared things, or in the eastern bay controlled by the Bretonnians.

Crookshak, regardless of whether it's a pointy-eared thing or a human thing on the other side, it's a hairless cub anyway, and they all have to die.

As a result, before he could order the ship to crash into it and start a gang jump, those pointy-eared things actually waved a white flag and surrendered?!

He came to the bow of the ship and looked intently, and inside a dozen warships, a small boat slowly headed towards them.

Hemmer held the white flag in his hand and shook it vigorously, and Eliden behind him couldn't afford to lose the man, and shrank back to look at the treasure chests full of gold coins.

These things were carried out of the cabin by Notia, and she lifted the lid of a box at random, and sure enough, she saw the golden belongings.

Approaching the nezumi main ship, Hemer raised his head and shouted, "I am Hemer, the lord of the Truuzzi fleet, and I want to talk to your great warlord. ”

The nezumi threw a board at him, "Come on, sluggish, clumsy two or two idiots. We, the big warlords, agreed. ”

Although the words on the other side were ugly, the smile on Hemer's face was not the slightest bite, and he carried a dozen boxes of gold coins and Elidendon's fleet.

"What is this—What is it?"

The nezumi officer stared warily at the gold coin box and drew his sword.

"These are some small gifts I give to your great warlords." Hemmer crouched down and lifted the lids of several boxes.

Many nezumi were instantly shaken, revealing greedy eyes.

Seeing this, Hemer quietly handed a heavy bag of gold coins to the nezumi officer, winking at him.

Gold.... The nezumi officer spun around, then smiled mercenarily at Hemer, happily letting him go, and had the boxes carried up to Crookshaq for a look.

There was no danger, and Hemmer and Eli boarded the fleet. There were dirty gopher people all around, staring at them with rat eyes.

The disgusting stench of tattered armor and the green pus dripping from the hollow deck gave Eliden chills, carefully avoiding it for fear of being splashed.

"Say, pointy-eared thing, what do you—what do you want to say to me? I, my hair is the deepest in the clan, the clan, don't, don't try to deceive me, cunning things. ”

Satisfied with the gift presented by Hemer, Crookshaq raised the rat's head and looked down at the visitor in a victorious manner.

"Tell you the truth, great Skaven Grand Warlord. My fleet and I have come to plunder the foolish Bretonnians, and the gold at your feet comes from their court. Hemmer sighed, "It's a shame that we've only grabbed so much for you." ”

"Because my army and the Bretonians had fought a great battle in the inner court of their castle, and failed to capture their treasury. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to see my fleet, there are many wounded soldiers on it. ”

Crookshaq grinned, pondering Hemer's words, and then really sent his men down to take a look, and as Hermer had said, their ships were full of remnants.

"The Bretonians occupy rich lands, they have a lot of gold, great warlords, I alone cannot grab that gold, but perhaps we can unite." Hemmer stroked the candlestick on the table, his lake-blue pupils bronze in the firelight.

"Why, to unite with you, with you pesky pointy-eared ears? I can kill you, pluck your skins off, and decorate the cabins. ”

"I've heard and heard of you. You betrayed the Eclipse Clan. ”

Crookshak suddenly changed his attitude and glared at Hermer.

The rats around them chattered and raised their weapons and surrounded them.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Eliden held his staff to accumulate magic power, and prepared to break the net.

The nezumi warlord raised his pistol and aimed it at Hemer's head, who sneered and kicked the surface gold from the chest at his feet, revealing the dark gunpowder inside.

The tip of the candle flame in his hand was less than inches away from the gunpowder.

Crookshaq was shocked, and the rats on the ship screamed in terror.

"To tell you the truth, all the crates are full of gunpowder." Hemmer's smile was unusually terrifying in Crookshak's eyes.

"If the candle flame in my hand accidentally falls in... We're all going to die in the belly of the fish. Now, is the warlord in his right mind? Do you want piles of gold, or go to the Great Horned Rat? ”

"Let go! Let go! "Crookshaq is reckless, but he is not stupid, and he cares deeply about his life.

The relationship between nezumi and fear is strange. On the one hand, they are so desperate that they will only risk their lives to participate in the war for a good reward or not to be killed by their superiors, and most of the rats will run away when they see that the situation is not good. On the other hand, they are reckless, and they are extremely bold in the stakes that if you play Russian roulette with the nezumi - the kind with five bullets in the gun - and the reward is slightly higher, they will rush to shoot themselves in the head.

Helmer deeply understands the inferiority of their personalities, which is why he dares to use his interests to coerce Crookshaq to agree to his joint plan.

"United, united. We unite. Crookshak's face turned pale, and he hurriedly agreed.

In front of life, even if Hemmer asked for the gun in his hand, Crookshaq would not hesitate to hand it over.

In fact, Hemmer really asked for that.

The candle thing is too easy to get out of control, and Hemer's palms can't stop sweating, and he simply wants to come to Crookshak's pistol control bureau.

Seeing that the candle was thrown into the sea, the rats' hearts hanging on a thread were finally relieved, but when they saw Hemmer holding the trigger of the gun, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the gunpowder in the box, he immediately fidgeted again.

But Hemmer didn't seem to realize the consequences of his misfire, and said to Crookshak with a smile, "Very good, it looks like we have reached a consensus." ”

"Now that the great warlord can log his army on the coast, let's plunder Bretonnia happily together."