Section 39 Tricks

The offensive on the surface has reached its climax. At this moment, it is not appropriate to use "wave after wave" to describe the attack of the nezumen, but it is more appropriate to use "endless flood".

The dwarven cannons and muskets still roared stubbornly and ferociously. Now there is no need for such a cumbersome thing as "aiming". It's hard to shoot a shot or a shot at the ground casually, and it's hard to miss. A dense crowd of nezumi filled the city, and every nezumi fell, and it seemed that two of them took his place.

The corpses in the ground had accumulated to such a creepy height that the power of the cannon had been greatly reduced. Under normal circumstances, after the artillery is fired, it will produce a "ricochet" effect on the hard ground, which is very lethal to the infantry. But now, the cannonball can only kill one or two enemies, and it will sink into the mud of nezumi corpses and blood, and run out of kinetic energy. The lethality of artillery is now not even comparable to that of muskets.

The long-bearded warriors who were responsible for the defense of the city gates were still firmly defending. But they are no longer as loss-free as they once were. A dwarven warrior fell to the screams of the nezumen, and another warrior took his place. In Karak-Grom, new warriors rushed out to replenish the losses of the guards at the gates.

The long-bearded warriors took advantage of the location to hold the gates of the city. Many of the rats who couldn't make it to the front line were trying to use their hooks to climb up the firing ports of those cannons. Countless hooks were thrown onto the rocky shells of Karak-Grom, and the rats climbed up in strings.

As with all sieges, the Wall Climber is always helpless. Defenders can use bullets, bows, spears, hot oil, and all sorts of other means to deal with the creepers, but the rats are still climbing. Occasionally, when there is a gap where the dwarves have no time to react, they will climb up and set up a makeshift position, causing a fierce battle. But the counterattacks of the dwarven warriors were always timely and ferocious, so none of the temporary positions could hold out for long.

The rat god in the sky stared down on the terrifying battlefield of death below.

New troops have joined the flood of siege men, and the Grey Prophet stands atop the screaming bell and is propelled into battle by the slaves. The ogre who rang the bell rang the bell and released a huge amount of energy in the form of sound waves. In the next moment, a number of dwarven gunners and musketeers could be seen falling from the firing port like stones.

Ashrufat stood in the distance and looked at the battlefield ahead.

"Master, the effect is better than expected. In her mind's eye, Carrie said with great satisfaction.

Ashrufat nodded. It must be said that commanding such a large force with a patchwork composition is truly an unprecedented experience. From the outset, Ashrufat clearly divided the entire war into multiple battlefields, and even so, the size of the army was still too large. The battle had been going on for four days, and at least 200,000 nezumi warriors had died on the battlefield, but that was nothing compared to the unrivalled number of nezumi. So far, most of the troops have remained in the underground safety zone, anxiously waiting to be summoned to the battlefield.

Commanding an army of millions is a completely different way of commanding thousands or tens of thousands of soldiers. Even Thomas probably doesn't have any such experience. As the number of troops increases, the victory or defeat of skirmishes becomes meaningless, and the importance of army morale is reinforced to an almost extreme level.

An army of 1,000 people, then a successful charge of about 100 people can lay the foundation for victory. With an army of 10,000 people, a successful assault of about 3,000 people will become the key to victory. A battle of 100,000 people, a battle of 10,000 people can often determine the outcome of the battle. But when the number reaches more than a million, the victory in the battle becomes completely dependent on the morale of the army.

From this point of view, it was a wise move for Carrie to suggest that Eshuruphat summon the image of the Rat God. On the other hand, that rat god was really scheming, and he actually left such a strong trick for Ashrufat. The demoralization caused by the huge casualties disappeared in an instant, and instead, the religious frenzy took hold of the nezumi warriors' minds, causing them to charge one after another, regardless of the casualties.

Of course, mere religious fanaticism is not enough. After all, there are still some nezumi who believe in ungodliness or are selfish in nature, and override everything. The phenomenon of desertion has not been completely eradicated. In order to solve this problem, Carrie suggested the next step to Eshurufat.

Now, the Grey Prophets are already preaching everywhere that war is the will of the Rat God. All the nezumi who dare to retreat on the battlefield are the most blatant betrayal and blasphemy of the rat god. The Great Grey Prophet had personally overseen the battle, and any retreating nezumi had been put to death on blasphemous charges, from warlord leaders to ordinary clan warriors. In particular, the leaders of the high-ranking nezumi were specially brought to the front of the troops who had not participated in the battle, and tortured them to death one by one with the cruel methods unique to the nezumi.

Through this method, all nezumi soldiers should be able to understand this: if you move forward, you will be blessed and protected by the rat god, and if you go back, there is only one way to die. Their attacks appear to be unusually ferocious and.

At this time, the battle in the distance was still fierce, and the enemy's artillery fire above them was never interrupted, but no matter how many companions fell, it did not affect the morale of the nezumen. But equally, the dwarves fought to the death, and the dwarven musketeers could be seen braving enemy fire, firing bullet after bullet from the red-hot barrel of their guns.

The time to decide the outcome is coming.

......

"Crossbowmen!" Torrison shouted hoarsely. In front of him, the dwarven warriors had formed a phalanx, forming an impregnable defense with dense shields. But this time, it wasn't nezumi soldiers or war beasts that appeared, but a few special nezumi.

The leader of the nezumi wears a strange machine on his arm. The machine seemed to merge with his shoulder, as if he had an extra head. The mysterious mechanism shone with a dim, eerie green electric light, shattering the darkness around it.

Engineer Warlock! Torrison only needed a glance to tell who the other person was. He knew that these rats could use some strange amounts of power, which were like magic but not magic. They must be dealt with with with the assistance of long-range troops. In the Underworld, the smoke from musket firing can become a nuisance, so the dwarven ranged shooters placed underground are crossbowmen with crossbows. The same is true for artillery, since artillery is not suitable for underground tunnel combat, the dwarves use ballistas instead.

But the crossbowmen were too late to take their positions. By this time, the Engineer Warlock had flipped a few switches on the strange device, and a buzzing sound came from the mysterious machine.

Even from a distance, Torrison felt an uncontrolled energy in the air, giving the impression that hairs stood on end. Then he saw the Engineer Warlock raise his hand in the air, and the energy visible to the naked eye began to flow through his body.

In the next moment, the surging energy in the mysterious device burst out. Green lightning shot out from one of the tips of the strange machine, raining mercilessly down on the dwarven warriors. The electrification split into leaping arcs of lightning that flickered through the shield. The dwarven warriors then fell to the ground, their shields falling to the ground with a metallic sound. The dwarven warriors who had been hit head-on twitched and struggled, slowly dying under the erosion of the vicious force.

The Engineer slammed another switch, halting the terrible flow of energy. The aftermath of this energy made his body tremble, and even a little electric light flashed around his eyes. This brief stagnation deprived him of the opportunity to escape. As he shook his head desperately to counteract the remaining energy, the dwarven crossbowmen arrived. A dense stream of crossbow arrows beckoned the nezumi, and the Engineer Sorcerer fell to the ground, his body full of arrows, like a hedgehog.

"Captain Torrison!" a herald hurried. "The prince has ordered you to retreat at once. ”

"Retreat, but we ......," Torrison wanted to make the obvious. The passages were interconnected and inseparable, and if Torrison withdrew, it would be a gap for the nezumi to get in and infiltrate the rear of the other troops. This will eventually lead to the fall of the region.

"That's right, all the troops are retreating together!" the herald said emphatically, "you are in charge of the rear of the palace, and you are careful to stop the pursuit of the nezumi. ”

Torrisson's troops retreated safely. This is because their resistance in the early stage was too tenacious, so that the nezumi did not dare to chase too closely for a while, for fear that it would be a trap. He retreated along the predetermined route, looking at the entire line of passages in front of him that had been abandoned by the dwarves, and his heart was full of puzzlement. What happened to Prince Hoga? What did he make this decision for?

Torrison knew the underground part of Karak-Grom well, and he understood that this retreat would be tantamount to handing over most of the area to the nezumi. The nezumi only need to go any further, and they can claim to have completely occupied the underground part of Karak-Grom.

"Captain Torrisson, the prince let you pass. "As soon as the Ranger Captain arrived at the predetermined area with his troops, another herald immediately approached the door.

Truth be told, the order came at the right time. At least Torrison had planned to go to the prince and ask what was going on. Although the dwarves suffered a great loss, it was an unforgivable mistake to hand over a large area to the nezumi in this way.

By the time Torred arrived, the prince's stone chamber was already full. Torrison recognized most of them. If I'm not mistaken, most of Prince Hoga's dwarven officers have already gathered here. Most of these mid-level officers had anger and confusion on their faces. Without asking, Torrison knew that they, like him, did not understand this sudden order to retreat.

"Guys, the enemy is on the offensive fiercely. In the last four days of fighting, our troops suffered heavy losses. The prince looked around at his men. The stone chamber was lit with bright torches, dispelling every trace of darkness, allowing him to ensure that no black-clad assassins had infiltrated the area to eavesdrop on secrets.

"But Prince, we have destroyed many nezumi, and we will surely win!" someone said loudly. "For every warrior we fall, we can kill at least ten nezumen!"

"No," Prince Hoga shook his head. "There are too many enemies, they are more than ten times more numerous than ours. He stared around. "And on the ground, their offensive is also very ferocious. ”

All the dwarves are aware of the surface part of the Karak-Grom fortifications. Most of them have been fighting underground, and they don't care about the situation on the surface. But any of them believe that the Karak-Grom front is impossible to break. Therefore, the prince's words made them look at each other in confusion.

It is perfectly understandable to say that the rats put the center of the breakthrough in the underground part. How is that possible...... The fire of hundreds of cannons is a nightmare for any attacker. Not to mention the large number of musketeers.

"We can't drag it out like this, I think it's time for us to come up with the last trick!" said Prince Hoga exclaimed. "Win or lose in one fell swoop!"