Chapter 790 21. The man holding the jar
Whoosh——
An arrow passed through the afterimage and penetrated into the head of a rat man.
Seeing the elf cutting in, Fermi no longer waited, took up the magic musket and aimed it at the rat man on the slope, and pulled the trigger.
“Fire!”
The deafening sound of gunfire echoed over the low hills, announcing their arrival to the beings dozens of miles around.
The elves, who like silence by nature and hate noise, frowned and exited the battlefield.
They knew the noise of magic muskets, but they didn’t know it would be so noisy when gathered together...
Leaving the front line to humans, they ran to the rear to clean up the ratmen who had circled to both sides. .
Annan took one look and focused on the soldiers.
Because it was their first battle, many recruits could not help but tremble and appeared to be in a hurry. There was also a soldier who somehow held his gun backwards, and when he was about to pull the trigger, he was kicked down on the spot by the patrolling centurion.
The bad news is that no matter how much training there is, something will go wrong without actual combat...
The good news is that they have time to train the new recruits into ruthless veterans.
The magic musket is almost the natural enemy of the slave rats. With the overwhelming force, the rat people cannot rush within fifty yards of the defense line.
The battlefield is clearly divided.
On one side of the battlefield, smoke was rising, and on the other side of the battlefield, rat corpses were everywhere.
A few minutes later, the sound of gunfire began to subside, and the surrounding grasslands were temporarily cleared of rats.
The Hellfire Legion used no artillery, no attrition, a comprehensive victory.
In general, Annan is quite satisfied. The only two wounded were indirect injuries...one was too nervous while carrying ammunition and sprained his waist, and the other was kicked down by a centurion after holding the gun backwards, resulting in sprained hip bone.
But some veterans are not satisfied. Because they had to move among the new recruits, they had no chance to shoot...
For example, Fermi took several centurions to clean up the battlefield and cause trouble for the scattered ratmen.
He quickly approached a dizzy rat man, and when he noticed that the human was approaching, the rat man bared his fangs and staggered toward him.
Fermi took out the loaded orichalcum handgun and pulled the trigger.
Bang——
It was very different from the magic gun, and the dull gunshot sounded that shocked the soul.
"This thing is so powerful..." Fermi, who was already a professional, waved his wrist, feeling numb in his mouth.
He had no doubt that if he were still an ordinary person, his wrist would be broken on the spot when he pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun would be raised to the sky.
As for the rat man who had withstood all the power... it was like being hit by a hammer, its chest was almost blown to pieces, and the scenery on the other side could be seen through the bloody and broken chest.
Unarmored enemies will be smashed to pieces, while heavily armored enemies will survive by luck.
After clearing away the remaining ratmen, the goblins moved out and began to clean up the battlefield, cutting off the ears of the ratmen.
Femi is also helping, as is Broken Tooth.
"You don't have to be like this." Annan stopped the broken tooth that was trying to clean up, and said to it: "I know a word called convert fanaticism. Since a being has betrayed the original race, in order to show loyalty, he will Treat the original race more harshly... But I am not the kind of lord who only cares about profit. I believe you."
Broken Tooth said that he understood, and then continued to harvest the ears of the same kind...
Annan had no choice but to let it continue and asked the ghost that floated back: "Did you take the picture?"
The three-color ghost spinning in mid-air should mean "clearly".
After quickly cleaning the battlefield, the soldiers handed the bloody sacks to the mage for purification, and then threw them into the portal opened by Annan leading to the northern city wall.
Fermi came with the statistical results: "Master Annan, there are seven thousand three hundred and eighty in total."
"A little less than expected."
" There should be 7,500 rat-men, and many of them have their ears broken." Annan looked into the distance, and the surrounding area was deserted for more than ten miles. Seeing how powerful they were and how few companions they had, the rat men from further away did not dare to come again.
They have robbed the neighbors on both sides of their military merits, but they have all robbed them anyway...
"Continue to spread out and disperse the rat men who are clearing this grassland, and light fires to warn of danger."
No matter how fast the other coalition forces arrive, they will not be able to reach this grassland until evening. This is a good opportunity for them to grab heads.
Fermi warned the recruits, who were excited about the victory, not to take it lightly.
The current slave rat group is the best rat group to deal with, followed by the mixed rat group...
The real trouble is not the elite rats hiding among the rats, but the rats with palms as big as carpets. They are endless and pervasive, rushing to bite like a tide. Even spellcasters can't do anything about them. Only the Archmage can drive away the rats. It is simply a miniature version of the rat tide.
The weather is good today. The clouds in the distance cannot float here for the time being, and the visibility is very high.
The white dragon was patrolling in the air. Annan took a few people with him and climbed on the back of the white dragon to continue exploring.
"Lord Annan, there is movement over there." Blom, who was on the dragon's back next to him, suddenly pointed to one side and shouted.
Annan looked and found a group of black dots chasing one black dot.
"What are they chasing?"
"It looks like a human being..."
"Drawing Board Man!"
On the other side, the Drawing Board Man on the dragon's back is facing Annan, quickly Sketch the scene over there: a man holding a jar is running away from the rat men.
Why a human would appear in a wilderness full of rat-men is doubtful, but Annan still ordered: "Land down and save people."
The man staggered away from the Rat Man's pursuit. It seemed that he was unable to lift his legs due to exhaustion. He kicked off a piece of turf and fell forward. The jar in his arms was also knocked over, spilling some light-colored ashes.
The man screamed and got up, but instead of running away, he grabbed the ashes and the turf into the jar.
Huh——
A shadow suddenly fell from above his head. The man looked up in confusion and saw a white dragon carrying a knight swooping down, hitting the ground heavily, and holding three rat men in its claws. Down.
Then several more white dragons landed and easily dispatched a dozen ratmen.
"Who are you?"
Annan sat on the dragon's back, staring down at the suspicious man.
"I...the caravan and I were attacked by ratmen and separated..." the man said nervously, and suddenly got excited, "I have an important message, there are many ratmen in the north!"
"How much?"
This is exactly the information Annan needs.
"All over the mountains and plains!"
"I know."
Annan looked at the jar in the man's arms again.
He couldn't help hugging her tightly: "This...this is my wife's ashes!"
Annan's cheeks softened: "Don't worry, we are a coalition. You keep walking along the grassland. To the south, you can see the Great Wall of the North about 70 miles away, and in the past is China.”
"Take your family home."
"Thank you...thank you...without you, I would have entered the rat man's belly..."
The man thanked him repeatedly and hugged him The urn walked south step by step like a devout believer and disappeared into a forest.
Going into the forest, the man sat down against the roots of a tree, then carefully opened the jar and fiddled with the gems hidden in the ashes...
(End of this chapter)