Buzz –

Miller stood there, his ears filled with a piercing buzz, and the flash of lightning and fire illuminated his regained clarity.

It followed the sprinting rat and turned into a puddle of minced flesh that had lost its upper body in front of its eyes, and it was all over.

The pouring rain washed away its blood, and Miller suddenly regained consciousness. Watching its surroundings fall one by one, it suddenly wanted to escape from the meat grinder, but was pushed forward by the nezumi behind it.

Just when Miller thought he was about to end his short life, a sudden weightlessness made it dizzy, and when it saw it again, it fell into a ravine, and the rats stepped on it and over it.

As if suddenly realizing something, Miller moved carefully, hiding himself in the ravine, and then covering his ears to block out the roar overhead.

The icy rain washed over its cilia, and Miller soaked in blood-stained water, hoping it would all pass soon.

The voice above is getting weaker......

It had a dream in which he was back in his childhood, surrounded by his mother with his twenty-three siblings. They make a loud and sluggish, but farther and farther cacophony. The mother, who had been beautified by memory, looked at herself and opened her mouth gently, but no sound came out......

The sudden feeling of suffocation woke Miller and raised his head from the stagnant water that had flooded the ditch.

The sound of artillery is gone, and the war is over?

To Miller's disappointment, it saw that the rat tide was still advancing, still dying, and that light and blood were playing on this stormy night, like a silent magical image—the same one it had seen in a distant human town.

……

Bang –

The piled up shells were depleted again, and Annan opened the portal to replenish the ammunition.

No one cares about keeping their ears anymore, and the cannonade never stops.

The long battle lasted for hours, and the rat tide seemed endless. The tired crowd held on in the uplifting aura of the mage group.

Because once you relax, you will die by yourself.

In the light of the morning compared to the eve of dawn, the nezumi had advanced to the mountainside of the camp, where they had buried their corpses and piled them up.

"Lord Annan, there are too many rat corpses!"

Looking at the hideous rat man fifty yards away, Fermi ran to find Annan.

"What do you want to do?" Annan asked him

"Clean up the rat tide with the Orichalcum cannon!"

"Okay."

Finally, it was the turn of the long-dormant Oliverite Artillery.

The soldiers pushed the Orichalcum Cannon to the front line, fixed the Orichalcum Cannon to the ground with thick ropes, and let the Goblin Golem hold the Orichalcum Cannon - this was a necessary link.

With a diameter of 50 centimeters, the Orichalcum cannon can cram into the terrifying caliber of several people is obvious: even if a master warrior comes, he cannot violate the basic rules of this world and block the cannonballs with his flesh.

But the drawbacks are also obvious: a few days ago a test shot in Liberty City made them realize that the range of the Orichalcum artillery was more serious than expected.

Thousands of pounds of solid shells had a range of only a few dozen yards on flat ground, and that was after being reloaded with plenty of magic powder......

Annan's idea was to improve the shells so that the Orichalcum artillery could fire lighter explosive shells, but the time was too short for the blacksmith to develop them.

An idea came to Annan: since the magic cannon relied on the explosion of magic gunpowder to generate kinetic energy, it launched a solid cannonball...... So what about using mushroom bombs instead of magic gunpowder and putting them in the orichals cannon?

You know, the power of the mushroom bomb is far greater than the same volume of magic gunpowder, and the orichalcum is the cornerstone of the world, which is almost impossible to destroy and deform......

These nezumi who don't even have high-level troops are not qualified for a cannonball worth hundreds of gold coins, they are just filled with ordinary magic gunpowder and ignited.

The sound of artillery that made the whole battalion tremble sounded, and the olivenics cannon erupted dozens of centimeters of flames, and the terrifying power released even made the rain in front of the muzzle stagnant for a short time.

Thousands of pounds of solid cannonballs cut through a brief arc and landed on a few hapless nezumen, instantly smashing them into a mass of flesh before continuing to roll in a bloody path.

After a few volleys, the corpses of the rats on the hillside disappeared, and the mages filled the ice traps in time, and the rats had to start all over again.

Perhaps intimidated by the power of the orichal copper cannonballs, or perhaps the rat tide was unsustainable, the storm was still raging after dawn, but the rat tide was gradually weakening, and finally no more rat people rushed into this mincing mountain where the corpses were high above the forest.

As the gunfire died down, all the sounds of the world seemed to move away, leaving only the silent curtain of rain outside the camp.

The forest in the rain curtain turned into a plain, full of charred craters and full of broken limbs.

But this striking scene did not arouse any emotions among the soldiers, who held out from dawn until noon, and they fell asleep on the front line with their guns in their arms, leaning against each other.

The group of mages who maintained the ice trap all night also tried their best to ignore their image, and sat in place to meditate and rest.

The vampires and the white dragon returned one after another, telling Annan that there were only a few sparse nezumi left outside, and that the rat tide farther away would move further northeast.

The storm that had raged for half a day had subsided, and Annan waved lightly and asked the soldiers who had been on call all night to go out and tidy up the battlefield. Cut off your ears so that you can burn the dead as soon as the weather clears.

Rat carcasses are highly susceptible to spreading plague. To this end, he also brought the scavengers of Liberty City and asked Broken Tooth to search for plague rats mixed with the rat tide.

The goblin golem cleared the way in front of it, smashing through the mountain of rats, and the soldiers scattered after them, wielding sharp swords like a farmer painting a scythe to harvest the wet ears, and by the way, helping the nezumi who were not yet dead to be freed.

He lowered his head and cut off another ear, and just put it in his pocket, Svien suddenly noticed that the rat corpse next to him moved.

He put away his dagger, drew his sword, and stared at the swollen soaking rat corpse being pushed away, and a nezumi crawled out of the ravine.

Sveen was about to swing his sword to kill it when the nezumi clung to his head and yelled, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me......"

"Can you speak?"

Sveen pauses, but the nezumi just repeats "Don't kill me" over and over again. He grew impatient, and was about to swing his sword again—

"Mom, I don't want to die......"

Swayne reluctantly gave up his hand, raised his head and shouted, "Broken Tooth, there are your compatriots here!" ”

The broken tooth not far away looked at him coldly: "My compatriots are everywhere. ”

"But it can talk, and it can call Mom!"

Broken Tooth put away the freshly cut off mouse ear, and stepped on the corpse of the same kind on the road.

"This guy, are you going to interrogate it?"

As soon as the crying nezumi saw it, he excitedly uttered a string of nezumi words.

"Who are you?"

The nezumi ignored Broken Tooth's inquiries and continued to speak Nezumi language.

Svien next to him felt that he had been fooled: "Why don't you kill it?" ”

Broken Tooth shook his head: "It said that it can't hear us, and I will take it to meet Lord Annan." ”

(End of chapter)