The total number of coalition troops on the Great Wall in the north is 50,000, and there are nearly 30,000 people gathered around Annam at this moment.

Among these coalition forces, the master alone can form a team of fifty, and the number of elites far exceeds that of Black Watch—

But it's like a thin man who doesn't want to die and a fat man who is greedy for life and afraid of death. They will complain when they lose 10% of their staff, they will have infighting when they lose 20% of their staff, and they will start to flee when they lose 30% of their staff.

Unless Annan leads them to victory after victory and establishes prestige.

Annan continued his previous plan and divided the coalition into three parts: melee, ranged, and support.

He summoned the white dragon who had gone out, and organized himself, the leaders of the other forces, the mage regiment, and the air units into the support group. The remaining nine forces have not been found yet, and they are either wiped out or hidden, and there is no need to look for them again.

Thirteen white dragons were barely enough for the leaders to ride.

Annan first said to the melee group, which numbered more than 20,000 people standing in the open field: "I agree that on the battlefield, you put your own safety first. After all, even if the battle loss ratio with the rat people is 1:10, we will suffer. But unless you get hurt, I don't want you to disobey orders in any way. I won't send you to your death, there are thousands of rangers and mages standing behind you! ”

It was the turn of the remote group, and Annan said to them:

"Your task is to relieve the pressure on the front. When the rat tide is dense, each front-row warrior faces more than five rat men at the same time, and I need you to weaken them to three or even fewer. ”

When it came to the support group, Annan asked them to change the field, weaken the rat people, and strengthen their own side.

And the spoils of the battle, the rat's ear, will be divided equally among the twenty coalition armies, including Annan.

It's late at night and it's raining a little heavily outside. After confirming through the sketchboard that Black Watch was not damaged, Annan asked the coalition forces to repair overnight and set off this morning.

The storm continues, so there is no need to worry about the plague of rat corpses around the camp for the time being.

Early in the morning, the storm that had been going on all day finally subsided.

Annan put the coalition forces on standby, and he took the vampire thirteen-headed white dragon into the air and rushed to the battlefield.

On the way, Annan saw that the lake from the other day had expanded three or four times. If they choose to fight the rat tide by the lake, they will already be in the water.

Ten minutes later, they began to approach the main nezumi force.

No matter how clearly the magic images and the depictions of the Sketchpad Men are, they are not as shocking as seeing the battlefield with their own eyes.

Annan saw the black waves push toward the standing reef, and the rat corpses around the reef piled up into a hill. The glow of magic flickered, exploding cavities in the rat tide.

Black Watch is still holding on, and the speed of killing ratmen hasn't slowed down much.

"It's our turn."

Annan took a deep breath and let the white dragon descend to the periphery of the rat tide, opening five portals in a row.

The long-prepared coalition forces stepped out of the portal and faced a sparse swarm of slave rats ahead.

The surging black waves began to notice the new enemies on the periphery, splitting off a few sprays to shoot at them.

From a slave rat to a mixed rat tide, the pressure on the coalition front increased suddenly. But Annan had already arranged everything - when someone was injured, the mage regiment applied a light feather technique to evacuate the wounded to the back row.

No nobles did this, leaving the mages to protect the warriors - but it had an unexpected effect, the warriors had no worries, and the buffs of the mage regiment exploded into a far more frenzy than usual.

"Projectile!"

About 6,000 archers raised their bows and threw them, forcibly creating one buffer zone after another.

Their range far exceeds that of magic muskets, but correspondingly, they are much more powerless against leather-armored and heavily armored enemies.

And the ensuing mixed rat tide just wasted most of the arrows.

The Hellfire Legion is useless at times like these. You can't use a magic musket, and the magic cannon can easily hurt your own people. Annan simply assigned them to the flanks and let them weaken the rat tide from the periphery.

Although the black waves surrounding the Black Watch did not abate...... But should it bring some psychological comfort to the Black Watch you see?

When the main force of the nezumi was still sluggish in size, the movement on the periphery attracted the attention of Black Watch.

A portal opened in front of the coalition leaders, and the archmage wearing the black Overwatch insignia stepped out of the portal.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh...... Execute a hunting plan. The military minister of the Principality of Windmills hurriedly said.

Blackwatch knew the Empire's purpose of tricking the coalition forces into coming out of the northern walls, and they couldn't say "you don't need you here".

The archmage looked at the initiator who had landed in front of him, Annan.

"Annan, are they integrated?"

Annan knew him, and it was this archmage who came into contact with him when he inspected the Great Wall of the North before. "Mr. Albek, 'price' is not necessarily the only way to grow. ”

The Archmage couldn't help but look at Annan squarely, and no longer saw him as a junior who needed to be taken care of.

"Well done." The archmage's expression softened, and he bowed his head and said, "We can hold out for three days, don't be in a hurry for quick success." ”

Annan didn't react, but the leaders were a little excited-although the treatment after they were recruited to the empire was not bad, they didn't have a good face, how could there be such a pleasant time.

They glanced at each other, and the commander of the coalition forces had really chosen the right person......

Black Watch agreed to the coalition's help, but the price was that when Annan returned to the air, overlooking the entire battlefield, the edges of the black wave were constantly peeled away, and the reorganized elite rats and reckless rats rushed to this side.

Elite rats in armor and giant-like rats are suffocating, and glow-green evil energy pierces the rain curtain and falls on the warriors.

The mage regiment no longer conserves mana, and spills of buff spells that expel curses, restore physical strength, and increase strength are sprinkled on the front lines. At this time, the best offensive spell to use is the most basic greasy spell.

Combat skills that consume physical energy are useless on the battlefield, and even the master is holding a large sword full of gaps and slashing plainly.

Annan's shouts echoed above them with sound reinforcement: "Behind us is the Great Wall of the North!" ”

"Keep the nezumi out of Middle-earth, not a single one left!"

The coalition forces were in high spirits and actually resisted the onslaught of the rat tide.

But they are not black watches, at most a few hours or even tens of minutes, the coalition forces will not be able to maintain the front.

Thankfully, their mission was only to weaken the rat tide.

Annan motioned for the warriors to retreat while fighting, closing the distance between them and the main force of the nezumi, and then let the hellfire push out the orichant cannon.

"With mushroom bombs."

After Fermi went to arrange, Blom proposed: "Annan, the advantage is ours, there is no need to waste ......"

"That's why we use mushroom bombs."

Annan vaguely swept over the surrounding leaders.

"If you don't let them see the power of the Orichal Bronze Cannon, how can they willingly wave their money bags and beg us to sell them?"

(End of chapter)