A strange world

Chapter 829 Chapter 60. August 8

August 8, evening.

The first wave of rats spread to the base of Hell Mountain.

Like dark clouds floating close to the ground, rat tides spread across the Huiyue Mountains.

No matter how optimistic a person is, it will be difficult for him to feel in a good mood when looking at this scene.

Everyone's breathing became heavy. The orcs who wanted to compete with the white dragon stuffed their heads into their crotches when they saw the white dragon. The goblins shrank into the ground so that they could not see the tide of rats that made the goblins despair.

They hoped in their hearts that the rat tide might not notice them, but the transformation of Hell Mountain was obvious, and it was almost impossible for them not to notice the top of the mountain...

It only took a few dozen minutes for the surging rat tide to completely surround Hell Mountain. Before the sky completely darkened, the Huiyue Mountains turned into an archipelago separated by sea water.

According to the map sent by the Orr Empire, more than fifty other coalition forces are scattered on the surrounding "islands".

The last twilight disappeared in the Hell Mountain camp. The darkness gradually swallowed up the black tide among the mountains, and also hid the tide of rats that began to climb Hell Mountain.

They were fighting at night again.

On the bright side, it's easy for vampires to come out at night.

Fermi asked the soldiers surrounding the defense line to take a break. The gap between the top and the bottom of Hell Mountain is a thousand meters. The goblins have destroyed all shortcuts to the top of the mountain these days. Hell Mountain is now easy to defend and difficult to attack. Slave rats will be exhausted just trying to climb up, and the inexorable tide of rats can hardly climb up.

A huge bonfire burns brightly in the center of the camp, and the radiant heat dissipates the wind chill high in the sky.

No one is in the mood for a break. The Hellfire soldiers held their favorite guns, carefully wiping the barrel and trigger, and checking the ammunition.

The pale moon rose into the sky. Through the moonlight that gradually slid towards the foot of the mountain, Fermi saw that the rat men had climbed up the mountainside.

"Hellfire stops resting, rangers prepare to launch!"

There were less than fifty rangers in total, but they were either elves or elites, and the ratmen were so densely packed that there was no need to aim at all.

The arrows piled up around the rangers, making the musketeers envious of them and throwing them at will.

They couldn't see the damage, but the arrows that kept making noises brought them a rare sense of security on the eve of the war.

At a certain moment, Belial stood up and said: "I smell the putrid smell of the rat men... Let the mage cast light and appearance!"

Fermi sniffed and found that the mountain wind blowing up did have an unspeakable strange smell.

The elf mage Ymir, who was shooting arrows, released his illumination spell, and the rising magic light suddenly illuminated the surroundings of the camp. The rat men approaching the cement-filled hillside were unable to hide.

The soldiers saw the trajectory of the arrows. They fell like a drizzle. Every moment, a rat man was taken away by the death that fell from the sky. When he fell, he knocked down his companions behind him.

At this distance, raising the muzzle of the gun should also be able to launch it to the Rat Man...

Femi borrowed the adjutant's magic gun and aimed it at a rat-man with the help of illumination. He raised the muzzle slightly and held his breath...

boom--

A few seconds later, the first gunshot from Hell Mountain rang out, and a spark was wiped out from the rock more than ten meters in front of the target rat man.

Femi returned the gun, took another magic musket, raised the muzzle, and pulled the trigger with almost no hesitation.

boom--

Next to the targeted rat-man, a rat-man who was immersed in climbing the mountain suddenly burst out with a ball of blood on the back of his neck. He lost his life and knocked down several rat-men behind him.

"The muzzle of the gun was raised about one meter above the Rat Man's head!"

Femi breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and shouted to the soldiers: "It's time to bring death to the rat people!"

The soldiers who could no longer hold back were in position.

In addition to the magic musket they held up, they also carried another gun.

This is Annan's request: Bronzebeard works twenty-four hours a day, relying solely on medicine to stay up without sleeping, just to rush to make five thousand more magic muskets for the soldiers to take turns to use, so as to avoid the tragedy of exploding the barrel from happening again.

Sparse gunshots began to sound, irregularly.

War is the teacher of soldiers... For example, they realized that volleys would not cause greater casualties, but would only leave several more bloody holes in the bodies of the ratmen in front.

And continuous shooting will maximize enemy kills.

Even so, the ratmen still fell in rows, and their rolling down knocked down more companions, like waves.

The continuous sound of gunfire covered Lockran, who never pulled the trigger.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear to see the rat-man smashed into a pulp, but his hands were shaking.

No one would have thought... that Lochlan, who was at the top during the training period, would be so scared that he couldn't even lift his gun... but he was really scared, as was the previous battle with the rat tide in the forest camp, and he was afraid that he would not be able to return to his good life. Free City, afraid that I will never see Nia again...

But she plays well with the children in the orphanage. Even if she dies here, she can still live a good life...

Thinking this way, Lochran suddenly found that his hands no longer trembled. He almost thought that the encouragement had worked...until the dreamy elf mage looked at the elf mage who released the group blessing.

Locklan looked away with some disappointment, took a deep breath, resumed his concentration during training, and aimed at the rat man——

As the gunfire continued, the Skaven's front began to retreat.

But another thing the war taught them was that just as there were appetizers for a noble's dinner, there was also a prelude to the Skaven's attack.

Rat Tide—Rat Tide—Mixed Rat Tide—Elite Rat Tide composed of Rat Priests, Elite Rats, and Rough Rats—

The rat people relied on this simple set of skills to conquer the south, and even the gods could only drive them out of their homes.

Hellfire has only experienced the third stage at most, while Blackwatch lasted two days in the fourth stage.

Now relying on the terrain, they avoided the troublesome rat tide and started directly from the second stage, and they were still at ease.

"Can I try?" Belial couldn't help but say.

Fermi stared at the rat tide pulling back and forth on the concrete slope without looking back: "Can you use it?"

"Almost."

Just then, an elite rat appeared in sight, and Fermi gave him his orichalcum musket.

"Why is it different?"

"The power of the 'can opener' is greater than that of an ordinary musket." Fermi said the nickname of the orichalcum musket, pointing to the elite rat about 300 meters away, "Try that iron can, aim the muzzle about... 30 centimeters above the head."

"What is a centimeter?"

"It means raising it ten inches."

Belial understood and drew a picture of the elite rat in the distance that was not much bigger than an ant.

Bang——

The loud gunshot of the orichalcum musket made the surrounding soldiers look up, and when they saw it was Belial, they retracted their gaze.

Fermi looked at the Elite Rat in the distance. Its breastplate and chest exploded, and undigested food and intestines flowed out.

As expected of a master swordsman, Belial's hands were extremely steady. Even though it was his first time firing a gun, he used a bronze musket, a musket whose recoil could dislocate an ordinary person's joint.

"Fermi, this thing is better than a greatsword!" Belial raised the bronze musket in shock.