Chapter 796 27. Rest time
“Report the situation.”
After calculating the battle situation, Fermi returned to Annan.
"Hellfire has lost a total of twenty-three personnel, and ninety-eight people have lost their combat capabilities."
Annan frowned: "How come there are attrition..."
From the beginning to the end, the Skaven never climbed up the concrete mountain - thanks to Black Watch, the most dangerous wave was just a mixed rat tide of reckless rats, rat tides and elites. A few rat warlocks had just cast spells. Then he was killed by the mage group and rangers.
"The magic gun exploded..." Fermi said in a low tone, unable to accept that those outstanding warriors died in accidents.
Annan first doubted the quality of the magic musket, but it was impossible for Bronzebeard to make inferior products.
The problem is that in order to reduce the weight, the magic gun only uses a thin layer of fine steel as the barrel. Because the rat men are a hundred meters away, they do not have time to clean the barrel, resulting in dozens of loads in a short period of time. The magic gun fired hundreds of times exploded.
“Where’s their plate armor?”
"They are all dressed, but some people are unlucky and their heads were hit when the chamber was exploded..."
"Collect the bodies and bury them in the cemetery. Send the pension and honor to their homes, and then Tell their families what he fought for.”
The sacrifice of the soldiers is sad, but when it comes to losses, this battle is considered a great victory.
From dawn to noon, hundreds of thousands of ratmen died at the foot of the camp, and countless recruits transformed into veterans.
At this time, in the rain outside the camp, Swain and Broken Tooth came over holding a miserable ratman.
"Report! We-"
"Shh..."
Annan pointed to the sleeping soldiers and asked him to keep his voice down.
Sveen lowered his voice: "We found a special rat man."
Annan looked at the rat man like a drowned rat. Unlike Broken Tooth, who had stayed in the Free City for two years and had grown strong and had shiny cilia, this rat-man was just like all the slave rats. He was thin, with withered cilia, like a giant standing up. mouse.
The only advantage was that the storm had washed it clean and it was shivering in the wind.
"Who are you?"
"Master Annan, its ears are deafened and need treatment." Broken Tooth said.
Annan called the elf mage: "Please recover."
Ymir refused. She thought that treating the rat people was an insult to the elves. Archmage Charin, who was not at all proud of a mage, happily released the healing spell to restore the rat man's ears.
Annan entrusted him to release a group recovery spell to the soldiers in the camp.
Blohm and the painter have taken Bailong to the north to see the dynamics of the rat tide. They may come back at any time.
Withdrawing his gaze, Annan looked at the rat man again.
“Do you know Common Tongue?”
The Rat Man shivered, not knowing whether from fear or cold: “My...my name is Miller...”
"Do you have a name?"
Annan understands the rat people quite well. If you ask the slave rat what its name is, it will only ask you if the name can be eaten? Only high-status ratmen like Maria, or spies who were assigned to other races, would have a corresponding name.
"I started it myself...I was hiding outside a town and heard a mother calling her son Miller, so I stole it..."
Annan is not a murderer. people. The war between him and the Skaven was forced out of necessity. If there was a rat man who could talk well, he would be willing to talk.
"Are you a McKeon?"
"I...I am..." Seeing Miller's cowering appearance, Annan asked someone to bring him a blanket and asked gently: "Do you have anything to tell me?"
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"I...don't know...I..."
Miller looked frightened. It happened that Charin's group recovery spell was scattered, and it gradually regained some consciousness.
"For example, the dynamics of the McKeon clan, the direction of the rat tide, what you are doing in the north..."
Miller is just a slave rat. It has no access to these.
It has been in the North since it can remember, and was driven out when it grew up. Because it is timid, it only dares to dig some grass roots and catch some fish and shrimps in the river to make a living. Hiding in the dark ravines and eavesdropping on the conversations of the humans on the street above, I understand more and more.
Then the rat men came and all the residents of the town ran away. Miller climbed out of the ravine and lived for a few days relying on the remaining food in the town. Until the rat tide arrived, he was carried south by his own kind...
Power Word means that what he said is true. , Broken Tooth also proved to Annan that the rat man named Miller had never eaten human flesh.
"Can this be seen?" Annan asked.
"The Great Horned Rat has branded a blood curse on all rat people... We will gradually go crazy by eating the flesh and blood of other races. It is very rational..." Broken Tooth looked at Miller who was huddled up with hope.
"Duanya, how about giving it to you?"
"I will make it an avenger like me." Duanya did not refuse.
A little happy that Liberty City finally had a second ratman, Annan's attention returned to the soldiers sleeping against the defense line.
Master Charlin's group recovery technique only healed their fatigue, but the mental fatigue still existed. They frowned, as if trapped in the nightmare of fighting the rat tide.
After thinking about it, Annan asked the centurion to call the three succubi.
"Can you speed up their recovery?"
The succubi looked at each other, straightened their chests, licked their lips and said in a charming voice: "We are very good at making men unable to recover... …”
So why was he blinded by what made him actually allow three succubi to join the Fourth Legion?
Forget it, even goblins can be useful, succubi will never be inferior to goblins.
The storm weakened slightly in the afternoon, temporarily settling into a hazy drizzle.
Yesterday's forest has disappeared from the earth, leaving only a bare and devastated land.
The soldiers were scattered outside the camp, harvesting mouse ears. The sacks were filled one by one and piled up in the corner of the camp.
During this, the three white dragons who went to the north to investigate returned to the camp with a piece of water vapor.
They brought back the battle situation in the northeast: the rat tide on the painting board is like a wave, and the black watch is like a rock standing in the wind and waves.
Compared to their enemies, the rat tide here in Annan is like playing house. The attacker on the drawing board is a mixed rat tide composed of rat warlocks, elite rats and reckless rats.
Annan's previous delusion of surpassing Black Watch was shattered, and they couldn't last a minute if they were put into Black Watch's situation...
"Are we going to go over to support?" Blom asked.
Annan shook his head: "Our soldiers need to rest now... Elder, you continue to stare at Black Watch, Blom, you contact other forces, it is best to find the one close to us. Power. "
Black Watch shared most of the rat tide, and he also shared part of the rat tide on the periphery. If they are not bad luck, they should still be alive.
Blom set off again, and the warriors who harvested the mouse ears returned to the camp one after another.
It took me an afternoon to bring back the easy-to-collect rat ears: a total of 280,000 rat ears.
They killed more than three hundred thousand ratmen in half a day.
(End of this chapter)