The regular army consisting of five thousand rat warriors finally arrived on the battlefield.
Looking at the temporary gathering place composed of Alpha armored personnel carriers in the encirclement, the Ratman commander was quite surprised.
The moving white bones all prove the fact that the information is true and the other party is the legendary undead.
"What's going on with these guys?"
"Why didn't you gather together and destroy them as soon as possible?"
"Why are they able to establish a foothold in our territory?"
As soon as they met, the rat-man commander immediately faced the people below with a cold face and made a three-company gesture.
In his opinion, a team of more than 20,000 people, even a cannon fodder team, has a chance to eliminate the undead. After all, the number of undead is only a thousand.
With a gap of dozens of times, they actually failed to eliminate the opponent and allowed the opponent to establish a stronghold. This is a sign of incompetence.
It is precisely because of their incompetence that I need to come here to face the undead.
Faced with the responsibility of the commander, everyone present lowered their heads.
They are a subsidiary race of the Ratmen. If they dare to contradict the Ratmen commander at this time, the opponent will most likely take advantage of the situation and kill a few people to serve as a warning to the monkeys.
This kind of thing is not uncommon, or it happens every time, but all rat commanders like to do this. This is to make the subordinate races obedient and dare to rush in the battle instead of shrinking back.
The silence caused a look of dissatisfaction to flash across the face of the Ratman Commander. If they didn't speak, it would be difficult for him to show off his power. They all gave in. Any further actions would be too much.
After all, they are a vassal race of the rat people, so it’s not okay to go too far.
"Now that I'm here, I have to destroy the other party."
"I'll give you an hour to prepare and find three thousand elites!"
The rat commander thought for a moment, thought about what he had just seen, and gave orders to the people below.
The people below looked at each other. Although they were all vassal races of the rat people, there was competition between the various races. They also hoped that their own races and villages could prosper.
Three thousand elites represent three thousand young adults, who are the backbone of any village.
Moreover, according to the normal practice of the rat people, these three thousand people are sent to die, and those who are sent to the other party to be killed can almost be said to be dead soldiers.
As a vassal race, they have accompanied the Ratmen on their expeditions to the north and south for so many years, and they know the fighting methods of the Ratmen very well.
During the battle, the Ratmen would not treat them as their own people. These vassal races were used as cannon fodder to die, just to attract the enemy's firepower and give the Ratmen more space for output.
The Ratmen are a race that is good at long-range firepower, but they are not good at facing enemies head-on.
In order to make up for this shortcoming, the Ratmen have recruited a large number of client races. In the central zone, the Ratmen have the largest number of client races.
"What are you waiting for? Go gather people!"
"Are you going to rebel?"
Seeing that the people of the vassal race below did not move, the rat commander immediately screamed at the top of his voice.
The people of the vassal race have no choice. There is a very strict superior-subordinate relationship among the rat-men. They all belong to the lowest level. Strictly speaking, they are outsiders who are worse than even the "slave rat-men".
If they don't take action, the Ratman commander will execute them all in the name of rebellion, and then let all their men die on the battlefield.
The rat-man commander was not worried at all about how to distribute the three thousand men. He did not want to have to deal with such matters. All he wanted to do was to eliminate this group of undead who had just established a stronghold.
The vassal race reluctantly gathered 3,000 people, all of whom were indeed young and middle-aged people, but the largest number of them were rabbit people, with various types of rabbit people accounting for a full 2,000 people.
Who allows the Rabbits to survive as weak and useless useless people? If they don't do this kind of life-threatening work, then who will?
The Ratman Commander came over to inspect them, and pretended to encourage the three thousand dead soldiers, and distributed the shields he brought to these dead soldiers, to prove that the Ratmen still valued them, and at least gave them to use for defense.
's shield.
It's just that anyone can see that these shields are useless.
Although the shield is not small, it is a round shield that can cover half of the body, but the materials used... wooden boards and animal skins, you can imagine the defensive power.
Moreover, these are old shields. Not only do they exude a disgusting smell, but the wood is a bit bad. Not to mention their defensive capabilities, the wooden boards can be broken with just a little force.
You can even see some dull, unclear blood stains on it.
These shields are definitely items that have experienced many battlefields. They even vary in size. It is not certain whether they are rat-man shields. They may be items picked up from the battlefield.
But even so, the three thousand dead soldiers still had to smile and thank the rat man boss for the tattered... shield.
They did not dare to show any anger or dissatisfaction, otherwise they would be regarded by the Ratman commander as disturbing the morale of the army. Not only would they be killed, but their companions would also not end well.
After distributing the shields, the ratman commander asked them to go to the front and prepare for the first wave of charge.
Of the five thousand ratmen who came this time, two thousand were slave ratmen.
Although they are both ratmen, under the harsh class of ratmen, slave ratmen still exist. They are responsible for mining, farming and other simple but tiring tasks in ratman society.
During battle, these ratmen will be issued knives as weapons and then thrown onto the battlefield.
In fact, most of the time, the slave ratmen are worse than the dead soldiers who died in front of them. They are thin and weak, but who makes these guys also have rat heads and are ratmen.
In addition to the two thousand slave rat-men, there are also a thousand Ilmah rat-men, which are clan rat-men and are secretly converted into urban civilian rat-men by a vassal race.
Their status is stronger than that of slave ratmen, but their strength is limited. They have received some simple training, and that's it.
When the battle comes, the clan rat men will be classified and issued different weapons. This time, the clan rat men brought here are the most common kind, and only cloth armor and knives are issued.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Well, the difference from slave ratmen is that slave ratmen may be hacked to death with one knife, but they can persist with one more knife...
The remaining two thousand wererats were the real battle order of the ratmen, a total of 1,600 rat snatchers and 400 plague flamethrowers.
Pure remote output.
The Slave Rats and the Ilmahar Rats are just a joke, and these two thousand long-range firepower are the real battlefield weapons.
The ratman commander made a very simple arrangement. Three thousand elites of the vassal race stood at the front holding shields. Behind them were the slave ratmen and the Irmahar ratmen, and at the end were the long-range troops.
It is naturally impossible for the undead to not notice the movements of thousands of ratmen.
The hunters observe each other and continuously transmit information to the soul network.
"The Rat Man finally appears!"
Li Ziyu sat upright in the cemetery.
In the previous battle, no ratmen appeared, and the undead were surrounded by other races.
He is the rightful owner now!
What Li Ziyu had to face was the Rat Man. If the Rat Man did not appear, Li Ziyu would not be able to measure the opponent's combat effectiveness.
The undead in the gathering place are also busy and ready for battle.
The ratman commander headed towards the gathering place of the undead and issued an attack order.
Three thousand elites of the vassal race held the tattered shields in front of them and charged towards the gathering place.
The undead hid behind the Alpha armored personnel carrier and raised Thorn No. 1. They aimed at the charging soldiers and pulled the trigger, shooting out thorns and bone spurs one after another.
Thorn Thorn-1 was originally used to replace the hand crossbow, and the Thorn Bone Spur equipped in it enhanced the penetration. The tattered shield issued by the Rat Man could not block the Thorn Bone Spur attack at all.
Blood spattered and warriors from the vassal race fell in droves.
The rat-man commander looked at him from afar, without any mercy in his eyes.
"Fire!"
He gave orders to the rat-carriers.
The Ratmen are a typical long-range unit among the Ratmen. They work in groups of two and a shield nearly as tall as a person is placed in front of them. This shield is not only used for defense, but also to allow the Ratmen to stabilize their guns.
The long barrel is placed on the specially reserved groove of the shield. One rat man is responsible for shooting, and the other is responsible for loading the ammunition.
Bang bang bang...
Smoke filled the air, carrying a pungent smell, and green firelights flew toward the gathering place of the undead.
The Ratmen used quenched poisoned metal beads as ammunition. The penetration of this ammunition was average. In order to increase the attack power of the beads, the Ratmen soaked the beads in venom.
If you are hit by a ball, even if your skin is broken, you will be poisoned. Although the penetration is not good, the lethality is not small at all.
Moreover, when shooting, gunpowder will also ignite poison. When the ball hits the opponent's position, poisonous gas will be produced. Even if the ball does not hit the opponent, the poisonous gas will affect the opponent.
What the Ratmen are best at is all kinds of poisons, especially corrosive or plague poisons. They are especially good at them.
This is also the reason why the various races in the central area do not like to go to war with the rat people.
Even if you win a war with the Ratmen, the consequences will be very tragic. Various poisons will leave huge wounds on the warriors of all races after the war.
On the other hand, the rat people have a strong immunity to various poisons because of their talents. The enemies will be poisoned, but the rat people themselves are not a big deal.
The poison bomb hit the Alpha armored personnel carrier, making a crackling sound and making small holes on the surface of the personnel carrier, but it failed to penetrate the outer metal plate and was embedded in it.
The poisonous fire on the poison bomb quickly extinguished, and a disgusting smell emerged. A normal person would feel dizzy if he smelled it.
However, this has no effect on the undead. They don't even take a second look and focus on shooting at the vassal race warriors rushing over.
The shooting range of the Rat Raiders is much further than that of Thorn-1. The undead cannot shoot the Rat Raiders. Instead, the Rat Raiders are constantly shooting at the gathering place.
Most of the ammunition was fired at the personnel carrier. Occasionally, stray bullets were fired into it, but they were not accurate. Even if they hit the undead, the undead didn't care.
The undead don't feel pain.
Halfway through the charge, the three thousand vassal warriors had already lost a large number of men, but they still gritted their teeth and charged with sadness in their hearts. They knew that they could not charge through. Even if they rushed in front of the personnel carrier, they could not break through the defense line and enter.
Go in.
The ratman commander looked at the vassal warriors who kept dying and felt very unhappy.
He originally planned to use the vassal race warriors to attract the undead hiding in the bunker, and then ask the ratmen to shoot them, but the undead had no intention of coming out of the bunker, and instead almost killed all the vassal warriors.
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The attack by the ratmen had no effect. The bunker was too thick and could not be penetrated at all. The poisonous gas brought by the ammunition did not seem to have any effect on the undead. They were still shooting happily.
"These rubbish!"
The Rat Man Commander cursed angrily, turned around and shouted, "Pyro! Burn those guys to death!"
The Plague Flamethrower is not a close-range flamethrower in the traditional sense, but a long-range unit.
They also work in a group of two, with the rat man in the front responsible for adjusting the angle of the injector, and the rat man in the rear carrying the fuel tank and hose.
This set of jet equipment belongs to the black technology of the rat tribe.
They developed a special fuel that is compressed to form a jelly-like substance, which is then ejected from the injector in a catapult-like manner.
The dye produced by the ratmen is sticky and will burn for a long time, but it can be extinguished by soil, water and other things. Conventional fire-extinguishing methods will all work.
Of course, a Ratman who is well versed in poison cannot be that simple. Since the flame will be extinguished, it doesn't matter, just add poison into it and that's it.
Fire can be extinguished, but poisonous gas will also spread and is more lethal than flames!
This kind of poisonous gas can not only directly cause death, but also spread plague.
If you don't die immediately, it will be even worse, and you will be tortured to the point of death.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The range of the Plague Flamethrower is slightly closer than that of the Rat Raiders. They mainly use parabolas to let the flames fall to the designated location.
Under the command of the Ratman Commander, the Jetman slowly moved forward for a certain distance. Even if it moved forward a certain distance, Thorn-1 was still out of reach.
Then pieces of flames shot out and fell towards the gathering place of the undead.
In an instant, the gathering place was engulfed in flames and smoke was rising.
Seeing the smoke, the surrounding vassal race warriors were frightened and quickly retreated. This was an indiscriminate attack.
After inhaling the poisonous mist, it was unknown whether the undead would die or not, but they determined that it was not good.
The unlucky ones were those warriors from the vassal race who charged. Not only were they attacked by the undead, but they were also attacked by their own poisonous gas. Some of the warriors who rushed forward immediately turned their eyes white after smelling the poisonous gas and fell to the ground twitching.
【Do the Rats have any grudges against these guys? 】
When the black warrior saw the poisoned vassal race warrior, he scratched his head in confusion and looked around.
Good guy, in just a short time, the entire gathering place was on fire, flames were everywhere, and thick fog had enveloped the entire area.
But what's the use?
Are you going to burn us all to death with flames?
Please, we are the undead!
When the rat commander set the fire like this, the black warrior was very happy. Now they didn't have to attack. They could just charge at the opponent, and they would be poisoned to death by the poisonous mist if they rushed past.
Simply, the Black Warrior ordered some undead to put out the fire first, preferably to make the poisonous mist thicker.
The method of extinguishing fire is also simple. There is dirt everywhere, so just use it to put out the fire.
This attack was indeed a result of the ratman commander being stupid. When the plague flamethrower shot out the flames, he realized that he had given an absolutely wrong order.
It's a pity that the flames can't catch up.
He just watched helplessly as the poisonous mist slowly dispersed in the gathering place of the undead, while the charging vassal race warriors plunged into the poisonous mist.
The screams and screams could be heard endlessly.
Ratman Commander:......
Okay, this is good, the other party has nothing to lose, and you have to pay for 3,000 strong warriors.
The commander who came this time was not a serious rat soldier, he was just a gold-plated second generation who didn't know anything and was forced into the team.
Corruption is not uncommon among the Ratmen.
The second generation's understanding of the battlefield is to let his men charge and do the work. Everything is based on what the people around him say when they brag.
He is still constantly thinking about those battles, I can do it myself.
This time I went to the battlefield, but I didn’t expect that the first wave of battle would accidentally injure friendly troops.
Fight, you can't fight for the time being, wait until the poisonous fog dissipates.
Over at the gathering place of the undead, shrouded in thick poisonous fog, the Black Warrior was sending news to Li Ziyu through the soul network.