A strange world

Chapter 795 Section 26. Noon

Buzz——

Miller stood there blankly, his ears filled with harsh buzzing, and sudden flashes of lightning and firelight illuminated his clear eyes.

It followed the charging rat and turned into a puddle of minced meat that had lost its upper body before its eyes, covering its whole body.

The heavy downpour washed away its blood, and Miller suddenly regained consciousness. Seeing the same kind falling one by one around it, it suddenly wanted to escape from the meat grinding ground, but was pushed forward by the rat men behind it.

Just when Miller thought he was about to end his short life, he felt dizzy due to a sudden feeling of weightlessness. When he saw clearly again, he fell into a ravine, and the rat people stepped on it and over the ravine.

Miller suddenly seemed to realize something, moved carefully, hid himself in the ravine, and then covered his ears to block the roar above his head.

The cold rain washed away its cilia, and Miller soaked in the blood-stained water, hoping that all this would pass quickly.

The voices above my head are getting weaker and weaker...

It had a dream, dreaming that when it was a child, it and its twenty-three brothers and sisters were surrounded by their mother. They made a noisy sound that was rising and falling, but getting farther and farther away. The mother who had been beautified by memory looked at herself and opened her mouth tenderly, but no sound came out...

Miller woke up with a sudden suffocation and raised his head from the water that flooded the ditch.

The sound of artillery disappeared, the war is over?

To Miller's dismay, he saw that the rat tide was still advancing and dying one after another. Light and blood played on this stormy night, like a silent magical image - peeking at him from afar in a human town. Same as arrived.

…

Bang——

The accumulated shells were used up again, and Annan opened the portal to replenish ammunition.

No one bothered to keep their ears open anymore, and the sound of artillery never stopped.

The long battle lasted for hours and the tide of rats seemed endless. The exhausted people held on under the inspiring aura of the mage group.

Because once you relax, you will die.

Compared to the eve of dawn, in this slightly bright morning, the rat men had already advanced to the mountainside of the camp - they forcibly buried the foot of the mountain with corpses and piled them here.

"Lord Annan, there are too many rat corpses!"

Looking at the ferocious Rat Man fifty yards away, Femi ran to find Annan.

"What do you want to do?" Annan asked him

"Clean the rat tide with the Orichalcum Cannon!"

"good."

Finally it was the turn of the orichalcum artillery, which had been dormant for a long time, to appear.

The soldiers pushed the orichalcum cannon to the front line, fixed the orichalcum cannon to the ground with thick ropes, and then let the goblin golem support the orichalcum cannon - this was a necessary link.

The diameter of the orichalcum cannon is 50 centimeters, and the advantages of a terrifying caliber that can fit several people into it are obvious: even if a master warrior comes, he cannot violate the basic rules of this world and rely on his body to block the cannonballs.

But the drawbacks are also obvious: the test firing in Liberty City a few days ago showed them that the range loss of the orichalcum artillery was greater than imagined.

Thousands of pounds of solid artillery shells have a range of only a few dozen yards on flat ground, and that's after loading enough magic gunpowder...

Annan's idea was to improve the artillery shells so that the orichalcum cannon could fire lighter explosive shells, but the time was too short for the blacksmith shop to develop it.

Annan came up with an idea: Since the magic artillery relies on the explosion of magic gunpowder to generate kinetic energy and launch solid shells... then what if mushroom bombs are used instead of magic gunpowder and put into the orichalcum artillery?

You must know that the power of mushroom bombs is far greater than that of magic gunpowder of the same volume, and orichalcum is the cornerstone of the world and is almost unbreakable and deformed...

These ratmen, who did not even have high-level arms, were not qualified for a cannonball worth hundreds of gold coins. They just loaded it with ordinary magic gunpowder and then ignited it.

The sound of the cannon trembled in the entire camp. The orichalcum cannon spewed out tens of centimeters of flame, and the terrifying power it unleashed even caused the rain in front of the muzzle to freeze for a short time.

Thousands of pounds of solid cannonballs arced through a brief arc, landing on a few unlucky ratmen, instantly smashing them into a ball of flesh, and then continued to roll, grinding out a bloody path.

After several rounds of volleys, all the rat corpses on the hillside disappeared. The mage group made up for the ice traps in time, and the rat people had to start from scratch again.

Perhaps frightened by the power of orichalcum shells, or perhaps because the rat tide was unsustainable, the storm was still raging after dawn, but the rat tide was gradually weakening, and finally no rat men rushed into this mountain of minced meat with corpses high in the forest.

As the gunfire disappeared, all the sounds in this world seemed to be far away, leaving only the silent rain curtain outside the camp.

The forest in the rain turned into a plain, filled with blackened craters and full of broken limbs.

But this powerful scene did not arouse any emotion among the soldiers who stood from dawn to noon. They hugged their guns and fell asleep leaning on each other on the front line.

The group of mages who maintained the ice trap all night also tried their best to ignore their image and sat there meditating and resting.

Vampires and white dragons returned one after another, telling Annan that there were only a few sparse rat people left outside, and the rat tide further away moved to the northeast.

The storm that had been raging for a long time had weakened. Annan waved gently and asked the soldiers who had been on standby all night to go out and tidy up the battlefield. Take the time to cut off the ears so that the rat carcasses can be burned as soon as the weather clears.

Rat carcasses can easily spread plague. For this reason, he also brought the scavengers from Liberty City and asked Broken Tooth and them to search for any plague rats mixed in with the rat tide.

The goblin golem opened the way in front, knocking away the mountain of rats. The soldiers followed and spread out, wielding their sharp swords like a farmer drawing a scythe to harvest the wet ears, and help the ratmen who were not dead to escape.

He lowered his head and cut off another ear. Just as he put it into his pocket, Swain suddenly noticed that the rat corpse next to him moved.

He put away the dagger, pulled out the long sword, and stared at the swollen rat corpse being pushed away, and a rat man crawled out of the ravine.

Swain was about to kill it with his sword when the rat man held his head and shouted: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me..."

"Can you talk?"

Swain paused, but the Skaven just repeated "Don't kill me." He gradually lost his patience and was about to swing his sword again——

"Mom, I don't want to die..."

Swain reluctantly gave up his attack, raised his head and shouted: "Broken Tooth, your compatriots are here!"

Not far away, Broken Tooth glanced coldly: "My compatriots are everywhere."

"But it can talk and call mom!"

Broken Tooth put away the newly cut off rat ears and walked over over the corpses of the same kind on the road.

"This guy, do you want to interrogate him?"

As soon as the crying rat-man saw it, he excitedly spoke a string of rat-language.

"Who are you?"

The rat man ignored Broken Tooth's inquiry and continued speaking in rat language.

Swain next to him felt that he had been fooled: "How about killing him?"

Broken Tooth shook his head: "It said it couldn't hear us. I want to take it to see Mr. Annan."