Section 9 War Beasts

In the rear of the Baku offensive forces, Ashorufat got the situation of the first line of operations. A frightened clan warrior brings the relevant news.

"Lord...... Master...... They stood in the way with slaves and shot with magic stone guns...... We can't rush through!"

In the society of the rat people, slaves are the most despicable group. Strictly speaking, the entire Nezumi society was built on the labor of slaves. Slaves were engaged in all menial jobs, including mining ores, digging tunnels, producing food, etc., but their fate was tragic. When food is scarce, they can even become food for other rat people.

In the event of war, Nezumi slaves are also driven to the battlefield by the Overseers. Slaves are even less effective than clan warriors, as they simply have little combat equipment. No general can count on destroying the enemy with slaves unless they can outnumbered them. Often, slaves act as cannon fodder, meat shields, death squads, and so on in battle. A common strategy for using slaves is to use whips and weapons to drive slaves out of front of the enemy. Most of the slaves will be slaughtered in battle, as long as they can consume the enemy's arrows and bullets, or the enemy's warriors' stamina and energy, so that the rest of their own troops can attack better, they will be effective.

The previous way the Sakalaha clan fought was a manifestation of a common strategy. Use slaves to form a meat shield, which is then attacked by your ranged troops. Anyway, the slaves are all cheap, even if they are accidentally injured by fire, it doesn't matter. And the nezumi generals are not worried about the collapse of the slaves, the slaves are not allowed to retreat, if they dare to retreat, then the nezumi generals will order them to be slaughtered on the spot. The death of the slaves does not cause fear and wavering in the other nezumi forces - they only laugh gloatingly.

He ...... They fought back!" The clan warrior looked at his general with a somewhat desperate expression.

In fact, there was no need for his mouth, because Ashrufat's dark vision had allowed him to see an incredible number of enemies rushing towards him. The entire tunnel was filled with their cries of battle.

Mixed with the cries of the charge were the wails of the dying. The remnants of the Baku forces left on the front line were quickly annihilated. This unstoppable wave drowned all those who resisted with sheer numerical superiority.

But in Eshurufat's opinion, the charge was a bit disorganized and full of loopholes. It looks amazing, but it lacks coordination and doesn't form a good formation. If he had an elven force at hand, even the most ordinary spear warrior, Ashruphat was confident that he could easily repel the attack with an unfavorable outnumber of one to five. If it was an elite force like the Sword Master, Ashrufat believed that he would not only be able to defeat this attack, but also completely defeat or even annihilate this group of nezumi.

Ashrufat shook his head, banishing the delusions out of his mind. He's not an elven prince anymore, he's a nezumi lord now. He had no other troops other than the weak, cowardly, and undisciplined Nezumi troops.

No, he has other troops.

A massive, pest-like nezumi warrior has rushed over. In the blink of an eye, it was not very far from Ashrufat. Because the total number of troops is actually not large, this is actually the last line of defense of the Baku people. Beside Ashrufat, the nezumi clan warriors lined up in a somewhat chaotic battle formation, while the more elite black-skinned storm warriors were placed behind the clan warriors. This is the only principle of fighting in narrow terrain - cannon fodder starts, the main force is followed, and the elite is on standby at any time to find a gap to attack.

Now, the main force of the Sakalaha clan has arrived at the most spacious position in the entire tunnel. It can be seen that the favorable situation in front of them makes them confident that they intend to swallow all the remaining forces of the Baku tribe in one go.

If you don't take into account other factors, this shouldn't be a very difficult thing.

"Dispatch the War Beast!" Ashrufat shouted to one of his men. The latter had already been tormented by nervous emotions and fidgeted, so when he heard Ashrufat's order, he immediately made a gesture behind him.

The clan warriors behind him hurriedly dispersed. Then a pack of wolf-sized rats poured out from behind.

These are the war beasts that the Baku clan bought and rented from the Maude clan.

The nezumi war beasts are not as simple as the dark elves. The Dark Elves simply capture the beasts from the wild that are suitable for domestication, use magic, the punishment of the whip, and the reward of food to make these beasts controllable, and then drive them into battle. But the Nezumen's War Beasts are completely different - these giant rats were not born this way, they were originally just underground rats (in a sense, they are the same species as the Nezumen), but they were twisted and mutated by the Maud Clan's magical-based alchemy and various quirky experiments.

Ashrufat watched as the giant rats rushed out of his way and swooped down on the enemy forces in front of him. From his vantage point, he could clearly see the creatures' mutated posture after countless brutal trials: one of the usual forms was a second twisted rat head growing from the side of the neck, and another was the transplantation of an organ from another creature on the body. All of the rats had long metal hooks attached to their paws.

Several of the giant rats paused as they were squeezed by their companions as they charged, a large part of the body of the giant was covered in cyan scales, the other had large, sharp bone protrusions, and the last one had a large scorpion tail sewn into the side of the body - the limb of the crustacean swayed in the air and flowed with black, foul-smelling venom.

A nezumi raised a thorny whip and slammed it into the backs of the lagging rats, causing them to lunge forward in a frenzy.

The giant rat swarm slammed into the clan warriors of the Sakalaha clan as if two waves were colliding head-on.

The arrogant momentum of the rat people of the Sakalaha clan just now disappeared without a trace. They barely resisted, but were on the verge of collapse under the frenzied onslaught of the giant rats. They knocked down and pounced on a large number of nezumi, attacking everything they could get their hands on with their metal hooks and razor-sharp teeth. In this respect, the Nezumen's war beasts are superior to the Dark Elves' war beasts, because the dark elves' war beasts will occasionally provoke the survival instinct of the creatures to flee in front of the enemy because of pain and fear. But these giant rats can't even escape. Their twisted and mutated bodies are capable of taking a lot of damage, making normal attacks nearly impossible to stop their pounces.

As far as the feeling goes, the fierce battle between the two sides has not been particularly long. This wave of attacks from the Sakalaha clan was quickly crushed by the giant rat swarm. They dropped their weapons and fled backwards in a howling wolf. Leaving countless flesh-and-blood corpses in the tunnels behind them. And the giant rat herd is in hot pursuit under the control of the animal trainer.

Watch as the giant rats pounce on one enemy after another from behind and are too busy to resist and bite them to death. The clan warriors around Ashrufat suddenly turned from the trepidation just now to the excitement, and they were eager to try it one by one. However, when Ashrufat swept his troops with a stern gaze, none of the rats dared to act rashly.

"Slow progress. Ashrufat ordered. "Keep up. ”

The first wave of attacks had cost the Baku forces about a third. Fortunately, Ashrufat never intended to use these unreliable clan warriors as the main force. They are just decoys, luring enemies into the widest spots in the tunnels and punishing them with war beasts.

It proved to work very well, because the passage was wide in front and narrow in the back, so that the Sakalaha clan could not run fast when they retreated, and a large number of them were killed by giant rats.

At this time, in the barricades of the Sakalaha clan, the Patriarch of the Skrit was trying to meet the giant rat swarm that followed the defeated army.

This battle is very different from what it was just now. Because last time it was the Sakalaha clan who were well prepared to meet the enemy, this time they didn't have that much time to prepare. The giant rat swarm clinged to the back of the defeated soldier's ass, forcing Cisco Ritter to order the smoothbore gunmen to shoot off the shot. The slower-running nezumi were directly brought down by a whole barrage of barrages, along with the giant rats chasing after them. Under the curses and threats of the patriarch, the subordinates of Cisco Rite finally succeeded in repeating their old tricks at the last moment, driving the slaves up and blocking the attack of the giant rat swarm. The rats were very efficient in biting the slaves to death one by one, and the smoothbore gunners at the top of the barricades were constantly firing bullets into the rats.

Seeing that everything was going in the right direction, this is when bad things happened again. When a smoothbore gun was firing, I don't know if it was because of the quality of the magic stone bullet or the strength of the barrel, and it exploded. Along with the gunners, three or five nezumi gunmen were blasted down from the barricades. Fortunately, the loss of three or five gunners was nothing in a smoothbore gun unit with a total strength of several hundred, but the bad thing was that the accident led to a catastrophe - the collapse of the barricades.

Originally, the barricade was a makeshift structure, not very strong, and it was full of smoothbore gunners. This temporary fortification had to bear the pressure of weight on the one hand, and on the other hand, it had to resist the after-force of the shots of the smoothbore gun, which caused it to be in a precarious state. The accident directly broke this limitation, with catastrophic consequences.

The smoothbore gunner fell to the ground. For the Cisco Ritter, it was a small matter to kill a few gunmen, but in this way, the entire smoothbore gun brigade was completely incapacitated. The nezumi warlord yelled, brandished whips and magic stone pistols, desperately trying to reorganize the firepower and get them back up the broken barricades to shoot. But for a while, this can be done.

By this time, the slaves had already suffered heavy casualties. They were bitten to death in droves or trampled to the ground, and the morale of the entire slave army was on the verge of collapse. Patriarch Scoratt didn't bring too many slaves with him—he didn't need so many slaves to fill up his plan. Cornered, the slaves suddenly burst into desperate resistance, and they suddenly became very ferocious, desperately launching a frenzied attack on the enemies around them, the giant rats in front and the overseers in the rear. Many of the overseers who had no time to escape were even killed by the slaves.

Although the number of giant rats had been reduced a lot in the previous battle, they continued to charge. Pound alongside the Sakalaha Clan's crushing forces, elite storm warriors with black furs.

It should work, and Cisco Ritter finally put away the smoothbore gunner. But the barricades had now fallen, and the smoothbore gunners no longer had a good view to shoot, and there were not many of them left to fight.

So many giant rats! The Skrat patriarch regretted underestimating the enemy, the Baku tribe still had a little savings, enough to lease a very large army of giant rats. But he believed that this should be the enemy's trump card. He knew that the Baku clan did not have many troops left except for the loaned war beasts, especially the elite storm warriors. Although he has suffered heavy losses now, he should still be able to win this battle.

Then he saw a new force emerge from behind the giant rats.

It was a group of gigantic warriors, slowly emerging from the shadows. Through the nezumen's keen vision, the Patriarch of the Scratrite could see their knotted muscles and strange skin. The creatures were covered in rough stitched wounds on the surface, scaly in some places, crusty in others, but still fur in other places, as if they had been put together from a patchwork of parts. The creatures' forelimbs were severed, and the severed edges were filled with gruesome blades, and their movements were unfast, but their low roars were hair-inverted, and their eyes were burned red with uncontrollable rage. That's the ogre!

Patriarch Scoratt turned around and ran.