"Debriefing."

After counting the battle, Fermi returned to Annan's side.

"Hellfire lost a total of twenty-three people, and ninety-eight people were incapacitated."

Annan frowned: "How can there be a ...... of attrition?"

From the beginning to the tail, the ratmen did not climb the mountainside of the concrete mountain - the most dangerous wave was only a mixed rat tide of rats, rats, and elites, and the few rat men were killed by the mages and rangers when they first cast the spell.

"Magic musket ...... bore up," Fermi said in a low tone, unable to accept that those excellent warriors had died in an accident.

Annan was first suspicious of the quality of the magic musket, but it was unlikely that the Copper Whiskers would make something inferior.

The problem is that in order to reduce the weight, the magic musket only uses a thin layer of steel as the chamber, because the rat people are 100 meters away, and they have no time to clean the chamber, resulting in the explosion of the magic musket that has endured dozens or hundreds of consecutive shots in a short time.

"Where's their plate armor?"

"All of them are dressed, but some people are unlucky, and they are all hit in the head when they blow up......"

"Collect the body and bury it in the cemetery. Send the pension and glory to their home, and tell their family what he is fighting for. ”

The sacrifice of the soldiers is certainly painful, but if you talk about the battle loss ratio, this battle is already a great victory.

From dawn to noon, hundreds of thousands of ratmen died at the foot of the camp, and countless recruits were transformed into veterans.

At this moment, in the rain outside the camp, Sveen and Broken Tooth came over with an embarrassed nezumi.

"Report! We-"

"Shh......h

Annan gestured to the sleeping soldiers and told him to be quiet.

Swayne lowered his voice, "We found a special nezumi. ”

Annan looked at the rat-man who looked like a chicken. Unlike the two years in Liberty City, where he was robust and had a shiny ciliated broken tooth, this nezumi was like all slave rats, thin and yellow, like a big rat standing up.

The only good thing is that the storm washed it clean and is shivering in the wind.

"Who are you?"

"Lord Annan, its ears are deaf and need treatment." Broken Tooth said.

Annan summoned the elven mage: "Please recover." ”

Ymir refuses, believing that curing the nezumi is an insult to the elves. Archmage Charing, on the other hand, was not at all proud of the mage and happily released the healing technique to restore the nezumi's ears.

By the way, Annan entrusted him to cast another group recovery spell on the warriors in the camp.

Blom and the Sketchpad Man have already taken the White Dragon to the north to see the rat tide, and they could make a comeback at any moment.

Retracting his gaze, Annan looked back at the nezumi.

"Do you know the lingua franca?"

The nezumi shivered from fear or cold: "I...... My name is Miller......"

"Do you have a name?"

Annan knows a lot about the rat people, and if you ask the slave rat what its name is, it will only ask you by name, can you eat it? Only a status rat like Maria, or a spy who has been installed in another race, has a corresponding name.

"I made it myself...... I was hiding outside a town and heard a mother calling out to her son Miller, so I stole it......"

Annan was not a murderous man. His war with the nezumi was forced to come to an end. If there is a nezumi who can talk well, he is willing to talk.

"You're a McCain ratman?"

"I ...... I'm ......."

Seeing Miller's cowering appearance, Annan asked someone to bring him a blanket and asked gently, "Do you have anything to tell me?" ”

"I ...... I don't know...... I ......"

Miller looked terrified, just as Charling's group recovery spell spilled, and it gradually regained some senses.

"For example, the dynamics of the McCain clan, the direction of the rat tide, what did you do in the north......"

Miller is just a slave rat. It didn't have access to any of that.

It has been in the North for as long as it can remember, and was kicked out when it grew up. Because of its timidity, it only dares to dig up some grass roots and catch some fish and shrimp in the river for a living. The more humans who hide in the dark ravines and eavesdrop on the streets above them, the more they understand.

Then the nezumi came, and all the inhabitants of the town ran away. Miller crawled out of the ravine and lived a few days on what was left of the town's food, until the rat tide arrived, and it was carried south by its kind......

Shingon says that what it says is true, and Broken Tooth proves to Annan that the nezumi named Miller has never eaten human flesh.

"Can you see that?" Annan asked.

"The Great Horned Rat has imprinted a bloodline curse on all nezumen...... We will gradually go crazy by eating the flesh and blood of other races. It's very sensible......" Broken Tooth looked at Miller, who was curled up in a ball with hope.

"Broken teeth, how about handing it over to you?"

"I'll make it an avenger like me." There was no refusal to break the tooth.

Slightly rejoicing that there was finally a second nezumi in Liberty City, Annan's attention returned to the soldiers who were asleep against the defensive line.

Archmage Charing's group recovery technique only healed their fatigue, but the mental burnout remained. They frowned, as if they were in a nightmare of war with the rat tide.

After thinking about it, Annan asked the centurion to call the three succubi.

"Can you speed up their recovery?"

The succubi looked at each other, puffed up their chests, licked their lips and whispered, "We are very good at ...... so that men can't recover"

So I was blinded by what I was doing, and I actually let three succubi join the Fourth Legion?

Forget it, even goblins can come in handy, and succubi will never be inferior to goblins.

The storm weakened slightly in the afternoon and temporarily turned into a hazy drizzle.

Yesterday's forest had vanished from the earth, leaving only a bare and devastated land.

The warriors scattered outside the camp, harvesting rat ears, sacks filled with sacks and piled up in the corners of the camp.

In the midst of this, the three-headed white dragon who went to the north to investigate returned to the camp with a piece of water vapor.

They brought back the battle in the northeast: the rat tide on the drawing board was like the waves, and the black watch was like a reef standing in the wind and waves.

Compared to their enemies, the rat tide on Annam's side is like a family. Attacking on the artboard is a mixed rat tide of nezumi warlocks, elite rats, and reckless rats.

Annan's previous delusions of surpassing Blackwatch were shattered, and putting them in Blackwatch's situation couldn't last a minute......

"Shall we go over and come to the rescue?" Blom asked.

Annan shook his head: "Our fighters need to rest now...... Elder keep an eye on Blackwatch, Blom, you go and contact the other forces, preferably the one that is close to us. ”

Black Watch shared most of the rat tide, and he shared some of the rat tide on the periphery, and they should still be alive if they were not unlucky.

Blom set out again, and the warriors who had harvested the rat's ears returned to the camp one after another.

It took an afternoon to barely bring back the easily collected rat ears: 280,000 rat ears in all.

They killed more than 300,000 rat people in half a day.

(End of chapter)