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"Blast all the perimeter passages and withdraw the soldiers!" Prince Hoga ordered.

His attempt to confine the fight to the outskirts of Karak-Grom had failed. Perhaps his army killed ten times as many nezumi in this battle as all the nezumi killed by dwarves in history, but that doesn't change the fact that he lost. Now, the rats have taken over the outside, swarming in and storming the city of Karak-Grom.

This blast will buy him a short time. Prince Hoga was well aware of this. Only for a short time.

The nezumi have sensed that victory is imminent, and even those who have not been fanatical by religious fervor are now motivated by the hope of victory. There are few fleeing nezumi on the battlefield, and instead, the dwarven forces crumble one by one in the ongoing war of attrition, and are wiped out in the wave of nezumi. Even the butcher warriors are the same.

"Herald!" cried the prince in a hoarse voice. He watched as his soldiers retreated in groups, almost every one of them covered in wounded and blood-stained iron armor. As far as the eye could see, Prince Hoga could not see a single intact warrior. And most of his officers, the valiant captains, were killed in this ruthless, flesh-and-blood mill war of attrition.

The resistance of the dwarven soldiers was unusually heroic and tenacious. But bravery and tenacity do not necessarily equal victory. If bravery and tenacity are everything, what are weapons, armor and numbers?

A herald ran to the prince.

"How's that going up?" asked Prince Hoga exclaimed.

"The enemy has breached the gates!"

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The remaining cannons still roared stubbornly and ferociously, and musket bullets continued to fall on the heads of the besieging nezumi soldiers. But everything is irretrievable.

The seven-day, seven-night-long battle has finally come to an end. Even the cannons and muskets forged by the dwarven pride of the metal smelting process could not support it. The dwarven cannons burst one after the other. After the cannon was destroyed, the original cannon gate was turned into an unobstructed road into the city. The rats crawled through the open cannon door into Karak-Grom along the hooks, then screamed and charged into the city. They simply paved the way for the attack on Karak-Grom with corpses.

The bearded warriors who guarded the gates had retreated. Fifty times their number of nezumi fell in front of the positions they had once held. However, the newly replenished nezumi troops still stepped on the corpses of their compatriots and rushed into the city.

Dwarves aren't enemies to give up so easily, though. They are known for their courage and stubbornness. While retreating, they relied on the street fortifications that had been prepared long ago for defense and counterattack. The soldiers of the two armies fought to the death, and for the invading nezumi, every inch of Karak-Grom land needed to be cleansed with enough blood to consolidate the occupation. But fortunately, the last thing that the nezumi lack is blood.

However, Ashrufat knew very well that although the two sides were still fighting bloodily, nothing could change the fate of the fall of Karak-Grom. This is not because the dwarves are not tenacious enough or because their defenses are not strong enough, but because the nezumi are willing to shed a hundred times more blood for them than the dwarves.

The Grey Prophets are gathering their strength to use their magic to destroy the remaining cannons that are still firing, one by one. By this time, Ashrufat had sent all of his elite troops into battle. The acolytes of the plague from the Pestiren clan have taken on the primary duty of melee combat. These plague acolytes were usually far more fanatical than ordinary rat men, and now they were even more excited when they saw the image of the sky rat god. Wielding plague incense burners and shouting loudly to express their devotion to the rat god, they desperately stormed the dwarves. As Ashrufat had known before, the rat-men had lost their normal sense of pain under those strange potions, which allowed them to take great damage. When they are finally killed, they are often able to bring each other with them to the funeral.

Of course, there are pros and cons to these incense burner monks. Their plague incense burners usually emit sickly green smoke, which increases their lethality and makes the other nezumi afraid to avoid them.

The last cannon finally fell silent. It's almost time to enter the city.

Ashrufat walked through the battlefield of countless bones under the guard of a band of guards. With each step, Ashruphat could clearly feel his feet sinking into half-congealed blood. Unfortunately, the outcome of the war is not determined by the casualties of both sides, otherwise the dwarves would have boasted of a great victory.

"Master, these dwarves are really beyond their means. In her mind, Carrie said in a contemptuous tone. "The outcome was decided from the beginning. ”

"That's right, the winner was decided from the start. Ashrufat replied. The dwarves don't stand a chance. The disparity in strength between the two sides is so great that the nezumi can stack up countless defeats into a path to the ultimate victory. Ashrufat didn't really have to do anything, he just had to get his troops on the field one by one.

But to be honest, Ashrufat looked at the corpses all over the ground, but there was no wave in his heart. He suddenly realized that his indifference seemed a little abnormal.

After being with the rat man for a long time, has the way of thinking been unconsciously affected?

"Master, magic communication ......," Carrie said suddenly. "A magical communication came from the troops in the city, reporting something that seemed incredible...... The dwarven resistance suddenly became fierce, and they did not know where to replenish a large number of troops, and launched several counterattacks against the attacking nezumi. ”

"It's a troop drawn from the Underground World. Ashruphat replied calmly in his mind. "They blasted the tunnel in exchange for a brief truce. While we were digging the tunnels, they threw their precious forces into this battlefield. But it doesn't matter, even that doesn't change anything...... As for blasting down the underpass, that's only temporary. No matter how good their blasting is, it only takes a day and a night for the passage to be dug up again. ”

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"Quick, quick, get a cannon and use this as a barricade......"

Behind them came the shouts of their compatriots, which made the Hammer warriors know that they must hold out a little longer.

Rows of high-flying sledgehammers swung violently. It was a bloody battle. All the Hammer Warriors gathered around Prince Hoga to fight like a Hammer Warrior at the monarch's side in one of the most brutal battles of their lives. If they die in such a battle, then they will be proud of it.

This was the last time the dwarves fought back. Prince Hoga himself led his Hammer Warrior Guard, launching a counterattack against the nezumi. However, although Prince Hoga and the Hammer Warriors crushed more than one nezumi force, the counterattack was ultimately unsuccessful. Prince Hoga did not drive the enemy out of his city as expected. The waves of nezumi along the way simply exhausted their strength to move forward.

This is also the last force of the dwarves. The Hammer Warriors are the personal guards of the Dwarven King or Lord, the most noble warriors of the Dwarven Clan, each of whom is a skilled warrior hand-picked by the monarch and has proven his talents in countless battles. Often, skill, strength, or courage alone are not enough to become a Hammer Warrior, and they must give everything for their lord and must unreservedly protect him from harm at all costs - although the dwarves themselves are known for their fortitude, these warriors are also known among the dwarves for their steadfastness.

Another group of nezumi rushed in, all of them black-furred storm warriors, the best of the nezumi.

"Fight! for Karak-Grom, our homeland!" cried Prince Hoga.

The Hammer Warriors beside him shouted in unison in response to Prince Hoga. "Fight! for our homeland!"

They had advanced too far for the musketeers to arrive, and the cannons had not yet been in place, so now the dwarves had to rely on their war hammers in their hands to win the battle in the collision of weapons and weapons, blood and blood.

"Fight for the Rat God!!!" the storm rats howled and rushed forward. The two armies fought each other on the streets of Karak-Grom.

Bloody battles have been a tradition of the Dwarves for generations, and for the Hammer Warriors, this is a time to show their strength and honor. All the Hammer Warriors are fearless and never flinching, and they will fight until the last moment before they fall. The sledgehammers of these warriors rose and fell under the banner of Prince Hoga, eventually turning the nezumi into powder.

But the next group of nezumi is already on their way.

"Retreat!" Prince Hoga withdrew with the Hammer Warriors. The nezumi who rushed over did not expect the dwarf to give up the battle so easily, and stopped in place for a moment and hesitated. And at this moment, the cannon cannon on the barricade spoke. The first shell created a large gap in the dense crowd of rats. Then, an organ cannon began the second round of roll call. This cannon is extremely powerful in close-range street fighting, and by the time all four cannonballs of the organ cannon are fired, there are few complete nezumi in this group.

The remnants of the nezumi immediately fled the way they came. Unfortunately, they didn't have to go far before they ran into another group of nezumi. Even more unfortunate, the leader of this group of nezumi was a gray prophet with a fanatical glow in his eyes.

"Blasphemy! blasphemy!!" the Grey Prophet burst into flames, pointing his finger at the defeated soldiers. The Rat God had already uttered the oracle through the mouth of the Great Prophet, and any Rat Man who escaped in this battle was the most open betrayal and blasphemy against the Rat God.

This accusation directly decided the fate of this group of defeated soldiers. A few minutes later, these traitors who dared to openly betray the Rat God were summarily executed. Several teams of nezumi passing by witnessed all this.

It's a very effective incentive.

The city's outer defenses have been breached, but the fighting is even more brutal than before, because the dwarves have already set various traps in their cities and drawn reinforcements from the battlefields below. But the rats attacked desperately under the watchful eye of the Grey Prophet, and blood flowed down every inch of Karak-Grom.