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Chapter 342 The Commanders Last Words

"We failed!"

In the temporary combat conference room, a rat soldier, covered in blood and with one eye blind, rushed in dragging his injured body and shouted to the rat officer who was still busy.

Snap.

The water glass fell to the ground.

The officers stopped moving. They were confused, surprised, puzzled, and shocked. They all looked at the rat soldier with different eyes.

"What did you say, what failed?"

An officer stood up, ran to the rat soldier in three steps, grabbed his shoulder, and asked in a trembling voice.

His question is also what other officers want to know.

"We lost on the frontline battlefield. Our troops who went to attack the undead were discovered and suffered extremely heavy damage." The rat soldier said with a low expression.

"Impossible! With the commander here, how could we be defeated by the undead so easily?" the officer shouted in disbelief.

This result is unacceptable to them.

To support the city-state of Taker, various nobles assembled an elite army of 600,000 people.

In the battle with the undead outside the city-state of Taker, tens of thousands of people were lost.

In subsequent guerrilla warfare, ambush warfare, and tunnel warfare, tens of thousands more were lost.

After the tunnel battle was broken by Zhang Peng's Gopher Legion, the old commander decided to abandon other tactics and instead used long-range firepower to forcibly bombard the opponent's undead army attacking the city-state.

By borrowing the Ratmen's ambush talent, they have indeed achieved quite good results, and achieved good results at a relatively small cost.

The undead tribe seemed to be driven crazy by them. Instead of restraining themselves, they gathered their troops and attacked the city-state crazily.

Amid the waves of undead attacks, the city-state is in danger and is in danger of falling at any time.

The old commander suspected at the time that the undead tribe launched such a large-scale attack probably just to lure them into taking the bait.

This is not a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy to force the rat people into war.

If they don't come to rescue, the city-state will fall.

Facing the powerful undead tribe, the old commander had no choice. He had to accept the challenge.

But before leaving, he made preparations and took away more than 300,000 troops. Among other things, it was possible to alleviate the pressure on the city.

Of course, since you are preparing to face the undead, you must be prepared for losses.

The old commander estimated that the damage would be considerable.

These are all known to everyone.

But I didn't expect that the news I was waiting for was failure.

Failure and damage are not the same concept.

There is a budget for damage. For example, the old commander felt that the loss of the rat army should be less than 100,000.

Failure is different, the damage is completely uncontrollable, and morale is also destroyed.

With the results of previous guerrilla warfare, ambush warfare, and tunnel warfare, the officers believed that the old commander could still take advantage of the undead this time.

In response to the officer's disbelieving roar, the rat soldiers just shook their heads and explained, "Our actions were discovered. When we just launched the attack, the gophers rushed out, and some of us were forced to go underground and fight with the gophers."

People were fighting, and the troops on the ground were attacked by the undead cavalry, and the plan was shattered."

Taking a breath of air, the officer let go of the rat soldier's hand, staggered back a few steps, and muttered to himself, "Impossible, I don't believe it, absolutely impossible! The commander can't be killed so easily.

defeat!"

Other officers had already reacted at this time, and someone immediately asked, "How is our army doing now? How much has it lost? Has it collapsed? How many people have returned?"

A series of questions made the rat soldiers fall into silence.

Although he was anxious, no one rushed him and gave him time to think.

After more than a minute, the rat soldier said, "We were scattered. Everyone was running away at that time. At least half of our men were lost, maybe more. I don't know how many people can come back."

Hundreds of thousands, at least hundreds of thousands of people were lost.

The officers looked at each other with sadness in their hearts.

The number of their troops is insufficient to begin with. Facing tens of millions of undead, the hundreds of thousands of them can be said to be a drop in the bucket. If it weren't for the old commander-in-chief, their confidence would have been destroyed long ago.

Now hundreds of thousands more people have been lost, which is adding insult to injury.

Suddenly, an officer thought of a serious question. He stared at the rat soldier and asked, "Where is the commander in chief? Where is he?"

Everyone present was shocked and looked at the rat soldiers again.

The rat soldier seemed to have thought of something extremely sad. He stood there stupidly and said in a hoarse and low voice, "The commander-in-chief was killed in battle. His location was focused on by the undead cavalry and was directly raided. The commander-in-chief commanded

No one in the bodyguard was spared, and the commander-in-chief also died at that time."

"What!"

The officers' throats were blocked, and several officers who were unsteady fell down on their chairs.

This is the worst news.

The old commander is dead.

That is their backbone!

The death of the commander-in-chief was much more serious than the loss of hundreds of thousands of rat warriors.

Looking at the despairing rat-man officer, the rat-man soldier's throat rolled, he suppressed his sadness and said to the officers present, "The commander-in-chief left his final order."

The officers suddenly raised their heads and stared at the rat soldiers.

"Convey the commander's final command." The rat soldier stood up straight and adjusted his breathing.

"Friends, I'm sorry. I failed. I couldn't complete my mission. The undead are more powerful than I thought."

"For the future of the rat people, and for the rat people to continue to survive on this land, we must continue to fight even if we are facing a difficult situation."

"We are warriors, and our destination is the battlefield."

"Don't try to leave. When we no longer stop the undead, they will move forward and there will be no way for us to survive."

"Stand up your chest, be like a hero, don't be afraid, die bravely."

"Your lives and your names will be remembered by our descendants."

"Last order, use your lives to hold back the footsteps of the undead!"

The rat soldiers imitated the old commander's tone and spoke the old commander's last orders and last words to the officers present.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The officers were stunned.

They looked at the rat soldiers stupidly.

"Commander, do you want us to die?" an officer suddenly spoke and asked his companions in confusion.

"Okay, it seems so." The companion beside him has not yet recovered from the last words.

"I don't want to die here, I want to leave. I can fight for the rat people, but I can't simply die." A rat officer shouted.

"Yes, how could the commander do this? When he dies, will we be buried with him?" Another officer was equally dissatisfied.

"shut up!"

A loud shout caused others to shut up and look around.

I saw a rat-man officer standing up and looking around.

"At this time, I will no longer hide it. I will tell you what I know."

The rat officer sighed and said, and the doubts in the eyes of the other rat officers became even stronger.

"From the moment we were assembled, we were already dead."

Just this sentence made the officers into an uproar.

They couldn't believe what they heard.

"What is a dead person?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Facing their shouts, the rat-man officer punched the table and roared again, "Quiet!"

Everyone became quiet again.

"Listen to me, listen to me and you will understand everything."

"What are our identities? You all know that we are just a group of noble private soldiers. When have you ever seen an army formed entirely by noble private soldiers?"

"Before the undead attacked us, we had two battlefields, one was the troll battlefield, and the other was the disgusting women of the Harpy."

Listening to his paintings, some people were thoughtful, while others nodded silently. They all knew that he was right.

"The elite legions of each city-state have long been deployed on these two battlefields. In other words, we have no army."

"The troops on the two battlefields cannot be separated for the time being."

"At this moment, those greedy, disgusting, and shameless undead launched an attack on us."

"As I said just now, we have no army anymore. You have also seen the number of undead. There are so many that we have no way to resist them!"

"Because of this, we have this legion composed entirely of noble private soldiers."

When he said this, he stopped and looked around at everyone.

"Go on, we all know what you are saying now. Why do you say that there have been dead people since we assembled?" an officer asked, and the others nodded.

The officer who explained smiled helplessly, "Don't you understand? From the beginning, we were destined to be unable to defeat the undead. If we want to repel the undead, we need a massive army. But we don't have it, and we can't ignore the undead, otherwise the undead will

Drive straight in and capture our city-state continuously until we occupy the entire rat tribe territory."

"And this result is unacceptable to everyone."

"Then there is only one way, to hold back the undead and slow down their attack speed."

"So," the officer said slowly, pointing to the people present, "we are here."

"We are not here to defeat the undead, but to delay them."

"The commander-in-chief thinks highly of us when he says we are heroes. In the eyes of those great masters, we are just cannon fodder!"

"Does cannon fodder understand?"

"He's here to die!"

"Do you really think you can go back alive?"

He roared, roaring at the people present with red eyes.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They never thought that the truth was actually like this.

Maybe some people have thought about it, but they can't believe this fact.

They are private soldiers, even among the elite, they are the best.

They have undergone rigorous training and have more advanced weapons than the city-state's elite legions.

Elders, nobles, and high-ranking rat people invested a lot of effort, resources, and wealth in them.

They never thought that they would be treated as outcasts.

"No, I don't believe it, you lied to me!" An officer collapsed and shouted.

"Okay, you say I lied to you, then go away, go back, see if your master will kill you, see if your whole family has a chance to live!" the explaining officer said with a sneer.

Then, he continued, "The commander-in-chief has known this for a long time. He has always known it."

"Even he himself has no intention of going back alive."

"The only thing we can do now is to fulfill the commander's will and use our lives to delay the footsteps of the undead for as long as we can."

"If, I mean if, we can have a chance to win, then our loved ones can still be taken care of, and we will really become heroes."

"If we go back now, what awaits us is the revenge of the nobles and the butcher's knife of the inspection team!"

"Whether you die heroically here and gamble on a bright future for your loved ones, or flee back and have your whole family die neatly, you can choose for yourself."

After saying that, Legion sat down and said no more.

There was deathly silence in the temporary conference room.

After a long time, someone finally said, "I'm staying. Although I don't want to die, I want my child to live a better life, at least to give him a chance to survive."

"Ha, in comparison, it seems more cost-effective for me to die."

"I'm afraid of death, but wouldn't it be death if I went back? In that case, I choose to be a hero."

One officer after another spoke up.



The camp of the undead.

"We caught a big fish." Zhang Peng looked at the several corpses on the ground and said to Li Ziyu.

There were several rat-man corpses on the ground. Judging from their clothes, these were important figures. The armors, clothing, and decorations they wore were all expensive items.

Some of the Ratmen captives identified these Ratmen as either military officers or high-ranking officials.

What surprised Li Ziyu the most was that the corpse in front of him contained the commander of the Ratman Legion!

It's the rat man with the most gorgeous clothes.

He originally wanted to force the Ratmen to fight him in a decisive battle. Even if it was not a decisive battle, he could still kill a group of Ratmen troops and save the other party from causing trouble every day.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unexpectedly, the commander-in-chief was killed by a strange combination of circumstances.

Isn't this a surprise?

The results are rich!

He gathered hundreds of thousands of corpses here, and tens of thousands of rat-men prisoners. After all, in this battle, he killed 200,000 rat-men's fresh troops.

The remaining rat troops were also dispersed, and it will take time to reunite.

Calculating, from the battlefield of Tucker to now, the remaining active force of the rat people is only about 100,000, and the threat to the undead tribe is very small.

In this battle, the gopher people made great achievements.

When the Ratmen suddenly appeared and attacked the siege undead with long-range firepower, they dug up the ground beneath the opponent's feet, pulled the opponent underground, and opened an underground battlefield.

Not only did it cause chaos to the opponent, creating conditions for the Skeleton Knights to attack, but they also killed tens of thousands of ratmen underground.

"These annoying guys are finally done." Li Ziyu looked at the corpse of the old commander and couldn't help but smile.

The old commander-in-chief caused him a lot of trouble.

From the battlefield of Tucker to now, he has lost millions of bugs and undead skeletons, and even the skeleton knights and black warriors have suffered many casualties.

The other party relied on an army of more than 600,000 to get him to this point, and he was considered a figure.

This is the undead. If it were any other race, it would have collapsed long ago.

How low is morale?

Now this guy is dead.

Then the next step will be easy, just attack the city step by step.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of rat troops will have limited capabilities no matter how hard they try.

"What's going on with the trolls and harpies? The army of rat people hasn't come back, right?" Li Ziyu turned to Zhang Peng to confirm.

The reason why he was able to attack the Ratmen unscrupulously was because the Troll battlefield and the Harpy battlefield held back a large number of Ratmen troops, creating opportunities for him.

Otherwise, he would really be difficult to attack.

Look at the rat people's resistance now, it's quite violent.

He had suffered so much damage from a mere 600,000 troops.

If the rat army comes back, he really has to stop attacking, defend the city-state he captured before, and then slowly plan for it.

"No, the fighting was fierce. They knew that we were attacking the rat people, and they used all their strength to drag the rat army so that they could not come back." Zhang Peng, who had dark circles under his eyes and turned into a panda, raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

.

"Okay, in that case, let's speed up the pace, take down the city-state in front of us first, and try to take over the Rat Man's capital as soon as possible!" Li Ziyu said with a glint in his eyes.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss it, it’s hard to say when you will get it next time.

Once, let the rat people be cool!

Li Ziyu made up his mind.


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