【attack!】

【attack!】

【attack!】

There are only these two words in the soul network of the insect people. They want to win this battle for their king, and no one can stop their determination.

Regardless of losses or costs, and withstanding the firepower of the Ratmen, the Insects used their numbers to push through the front line.

"The undead are indeed a terrifying race."

Looking at the undead army slowly submerging from a distance, the rat-man commander murmured to himself.

When he took over as commander-in-chief, he knew that this battle would not be easy to fight and he would most likely die on the battlefield.

The commander is already very old. He not only knows how to fight, he also remembers many things that other ratmen don't know. As he gets older, he will always know more.

For example, the undead.

Unlike other ratmen, the old commander paid attention to this race when the undead appeared. He felt that the undead would eventually become the formidable enemy of the ratmen.

When the old commander was still young, he heard some strange stories, and among them was the story of the undead.

He firmly believes that the races in those weird stories are real.

There was a time when he would tell these stories to young ratmen.

But no one cares.

The rat people are getting stronger and stronger, and various powerful weapons are constantly being developed.

Everything is enhancing racial self-confidence.

There is nothing wrong with self-confidence, but blindly increasing self-confidence is a big problem.

No one in the younger generation of the rat tribe believes in the ancient stories. They feel that they were made up by the old people to lie to them, and only children would believe them.

Some people who believe in it are equally dismissive. They believe that with today's technology, even if the races in those stories appear, they will have enough ability to resist them, even if they completely eliminate those races.

When the undead tribe landed on this continent, the rat people didn't pay much attention to them and only treated them as an ordinary race.

The old commander had reminded them several times to pay more attention to the undead, and it was best to launch an attack in advance to eliminate the undead.

Unfortunately, his status was not high enough and the rat elders and nobles did not pay attention to his words.

The goods of the undead continue to flow into the territory of the rat people, and they have become a good thing that everyone likes in various city-states.

The old commander just watched helplessly as a large amount of resources flowed into the territory of the undead.

It's in my eyes, I'm anxious in my heart, but I can't do anything about it.

Then, the infected and demons appeared, and they cholera the ratmen's territory, but the ratmen had no good solution.

While all the ratmen were worried about the infected and demons, the old commander was still observing the undead.

The old commander did not expect that the undead would turn into businessmen. This was different from the legendary undead tribe, which once made him doubt those ancient stories.

But the appearance of infected people and demons made the old commander wary.

If the undead made any move, it would be at this time.

He guessed correctly.

The undead are indeed taking action.

But they appeared as friendly forces.

Groups of undead entered the territory of the ratmen, helping the ratmen eliminate the infected and destroy the demons. They seemed to be the most loyal allies.

Am I really wrong?

The old commander had self-doubt.

Will the undead really live in peace with us?

He didn't believe it, he didn't like the undead, and he didn't want the undead to enter the ratman's territory, which was extremely dangerous.

Even facing the threats of infected people and demons, it is much more comfortable than facing a group of undead.

The old commander rallied all forces and tried every means to drive away the undead.

The reality is that many people do respond, but in the process of fighting the infected and demons, the undead seem to be indispensable.

The undead are not afraid of the infected.

This alone makes the rat people unable to give up the undead easily and must rely on the undead.

From that time on, the old commander knew that sooner or later there would be a battle.

Not to mention the undead, even if it is any race, as long as it wants to develop and is strong enough, it will have a final battle with the rat people.

Hunting infected people and helping rat people are all excuses.

Through the Lend-Lease Legion, the undead plundered a large amount of resources from the Ratmen, supplemented them in their territory, and sent a large number of troops into the Ratmen's territory.

Under the circumstances, the undead clan will become more and more powerful.

Will a race that has grown stronger honestly admit that there is a powerful and dangerous race around it?

Will not.

Things were just as the old commander expected, the undead had always appeared as allies of the rat people until Butler and the change.

The Undead have declared war on the Skaven.

But now the rat race is suffering from internal and external troubles.

This was the undead tribe's best opportunity, and they didn't give up.

The war started very decisively.

The Rat Man Emperor organized his forces to resist.

But after all, the army needs leaders and commanders.

Those who are best at fighting among the Ratmen are on the Troll battlefield, and those who are best at defending are on the Harpy side.

The old commander knew at that time that the Rat Man had reached its most dangerous moment, and maybe this time the Rat Man would be doomed.

He was lying on the bed at home waiting for the rat people to be finished, waiting for the undead to come and give him a knife, and let him die in bed in great humiliation.

Or go to the battlefield again, experience blood and fire again, even if you die, you will still be like a hero.

The old commander had no hesitation and chose to go to the battlefield.

Choose at least one way of dying that you like.

He is old and will not live much longer.

But before he died, he wanted to see how powerful the undead army was, and he wanted to see the legendary existence in the stories told by the old man.

So he came with his private army of nobles.

Facing the undead, he did not panic because he had already prepared for death.

What kind of general can defeat an army of tens of millions with an army of 600,000?

The old commander couldn't figure it out, and he didn't feel like he could do it.

This itself is not a fair battle, let alone a battle that can be won in one battle.

The only thing he can do is to delay the undead tribe as much as possible and buy the rat tribe more time.

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Facing the undead that surged forward and kept pushing the front line forward, the old commander could still remain calm and composed.

He just stood there, very conspicuous, and everyone could see him.

Undead can do it, and so can ratmen.

He is like the magic needle that suppresses the sea, giving confidence to the rat army.

Did you see that the commander-in-chief is still there, and the commander-in-chief has not left.

We can win!

If the old commander-in-chief had not been there, the ratmen in the front row would have collapsed long ago.

The human shields in front have already fought against the bugs.

The Skaven mainly attack from a distance, and their "human shield" profession is much inferior to that of other races. At this moment, they can only bite the bullet and attack.

If you don't push forward and let the undead rush into the rear troops, it will really be over.

Mutated rats several meters high, modified ogres controlled by ratmen riding on top of their heads... all kinds of grotesque human shield troops, facing the undead, launched a brazen attack.

There are so many bug-men that the human shields are like solid rocks in the sea in front of the undead.

They could block it for a while, but the number was too small, and a large number of undead still crossed their defense line and rushed to the rear.

The human shields frantically blocked the undead, but soon, the human shields were overwhelmed by the undead, let out a few screams, and fell into silence.

"Let the lurking people come out, it's time."

The commander looked at the already chaotic battlefield in front of him and gave instructions to the rat officer beside him.

The rat officer responded and left in a hurry.

"It was really an unsightly battle. The undead fought in a disorganized manner."

The old commander shook his head in disappointment and said.

In his mind, this should be a fierce battle.

The undead will probably send out all kinds of strange troops that no one has seen before, and the rat soldiers will fight back, and the two sides will fight fiercely.
To be continued...