Pirate’s Infinite Wings

But I still remember the problem. He turned away to pretend he didn't care, and his attention was drawn to Carrie's new subject.

"At any rate, the dwarves' defenses are at their limit. If we go on like this for another day or two, we're sure to crush their resistance."

"Yes, master, that's all," said Carrie cheerfully. He said: "But this may be only one step. The dwarves must have fortified the city."

One of the staggered gates of another Karak Grom fortification exploded. I don't know if there's a black-clad assassin behind him, or if there's a lot of gunpowder hidden here, but this time the explosion was so big that a cloud of flames erupted from the doorway like a fiery fist protruding from the inside of a castle . The rats rushed into the city below the city with joy and joy.

Only people die. I have to be amazed by the underground part. On the surface, rats have twice as many casualties as the underworld.

But it doesn't matter. To this day, millions of rodent armies have gathered from remote parts of the underworld and marched towards the battlefield. They will make up for previous losses and continue this deadly war. He doesn't even have to take care of the details. He just has to look behind.

Thorison sat on the ground.

The fatigue of fighting made his body feel stiff and painful, and he couldn't even sleep. Everyone around him was already snoring loudly. The Ranger Captain opened his eyes with a sudden feeling of indescribable sadness. All his subordinates were replaced with new faces, and all his former subordinates were killed in fierce battles.

The joy of the great victories of the past is long gone. With heavy losses, the rats did not back down. In fact, they seem to have some sort of firm purpose, so they don't care about casualties at all, no matter how many they die. So the dwarves' victory was short-lived. Major channels of collapsed sediment were re-dug by rats. More ferocious troops swarmed in, and the soldiers and soldiers of the two armies fell into a bloody battle again.

Not even Prince Hoja expected this. No one knows why the rats became so violent and crazy. Hordes of cannibals plunged the butchers into a pitched battle. And the mouse's rear mortar team unscrupulously released gas bombs, poisoning a group of dwarves and allies together.

In the next battle, rodent warriors armed with roulettes and stone spears began to appear on the battlefield, striking dwarven crossbows with mighty fire. In the eyes of their generals, all rodents are cheap. The rodents fought only to destroy the dwarves, and as long as they achieved that goal, they cared little about Italian friendly casualties.

Under this attack, the Dwarves' defenses at Karakgrom became unstable. They are now retreating a second time to the Midlands, and all the subterranean passages they have recaptured are once again in the hands of rodents. And this time, they didn't have the ability to fight back again.

Tollison's eyes saw the sentinel asleep on the tomahawk. He was too tired to support it. Everyone is too tired, but the rodents are still pouring new troops into the field. The shouts of murder were still loud in the distance, but the soldiers here were all asleep.

Torrison closed his eyelids, feeling tired, but all he needed to do was sleep. he thought. At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he noticed a shadow flickering.

It's an assassin in black! Tollison tried his best to open the eyelids, which were glued together again. It's a rat killer in black! Standing behind the sentry, he stabbed the sleeping sentry's neck with a long knife, severing the windpipe and blood vessels so that the victim could not scream.

Tollison snarled and raised the axe. The assassin saw a bad sight, but instead of turning his head and running away, he charged at the Ranger Captain. Thorison's ax split the black assassin's skull, but the assassin's long knife also hit him in the neck. The Rangers captain watched each other fall, and then his feet lost the strength to support his body. He staggered and fell forward.

"I'm so tired, I should take a break," Tollison murmured, before closing his eyes forever.

Festival collapsed

Festival collapsed

"Blow up all the passages outside, and withdraw the soldiers!" Prince Hoja ordered.

His plan to limit the fighting to the suburbs failed. His army probably killed ten times as many rats in this battle as all the dwarves had ever killed, but that didn't change the fact that he had lost. Now the rats took over the outside, swarming the city of Karakgrom.

The explosion will give him a brief moment. Prince Hoja was well aware of this. Time is short.

The Rat knows the dawn of victory, and even those who were not inspired by religious zeal are now encouraged by the hope of victory. Very few rats escaped from the battlefield. Instead, a dwarven force crumbles and is wiped out in wave after wave of rats in a constant war of attrition. Even butcher soldiers.

"Messenger!" cried the prince in a hoarse voice. He watched his soldiers retreat from the ranks, almost every one of them wounded and stained with armor. Prince Hoja could not see a whole soldier. Most of his officers, the brave captains, perished in this brutal war of attrition of flesh and blood.

Dwarf resistance is very brave and tenacious. But bravery and tenacity are not necessarily victories. If bravery and toughness are everything, what are weapons, armor and numbers?

A messenger ran to the prince.

"What happened up there?" Prince Hoja asked aloud.

"The enemy broke through the gate!"

The remaining cannons are still roaring tenaciously and ferociously, and the shotgun bullets are still falling on the heads of the rat soldiers who attacked the city. But everything is irreparable.

seven days

Seven nights of hard fighting is finally over. Even the cannon and muskets, forged by the dwarves' proud metal-smelting craft, could no longer support them. Dwarven cannons go from door to door. After the cannon was destroyed, the original gate became a clear path into the city. Rats scrambled through the open door along hook lines, entered, and screamed into the city. They paved the way for the attack with their bodies.

The bearded soldiers in charge of escorting the gate retreated. In front of where they were, the rat population dropped many times over. But the newly added rodent army is still storming the city on the bodies of their fellow citizens.

But dwarves don't give up on enemies easily. They are known for their bravery and tenacity. When they retreated, they relied on long-ready street defenses for defense and counterattack. Soldiers of both armies fought endlessly, and for the invading rodents, every inch of Karakgrom needed to be washed with enough blood to solidify the occupation. Fortunately, the last thing a mouse needs is blood.

But it is clear to me that despite the bloodshed on both sides, nothing can change the fate of Karak Grom's downfall. Not because dwarves are not strong enough, or because they are not strong enough, but because rats are willing to bleed a hundred times as much as dwarves.

The gray seers gathered their power and magically destroyed the remaining cannons, which were still firing one after another. At this time, I have sent all my elite troops to the battlefield. Plague monks from the Pestrian tribes bear the bulk of the melee responsibility. These plague monks are usually much more fanatical than ordinary rats, and now they are too excited to see the image of the rat god. They brandished plague incense burners, shouted their devotion to the rat god, and attacked the dwarves recklessly. As I knew before, the mice lost their normal pain in these strange potions, which allowed them to take a lot of damage. When they're finally killed, they're often able to pull each other along, buried with them. ..