Chapter 799 30. Dealing with the Skaven Troops
The Wutaishichalcum artillery pushed by the goblin golem attracted the attention of some leaders.
Except for the military minister of the Windmill Principality, who has seen its power, other leaders have taken a keen interest in these weapons that have been put out of use these days.
If nothing else, just the barrel of the cannon that can fit four to five people is enough to make people imagine.
Placing the orichalcum artillery about 300 meters behind the battle line, on a low hill three to four meters higher than the surrounding area, Annan handed a bag of mushroom bombs to the Hellfire artillery centurion: "Shoot on target. , I will reward you half...half a bag of gold coins for the elite rat tide that hits the rat."
This is a rare reward for the stingy Annan.
“Yes, sir!”
The excited centurion directed the soldiers to aim the muzzle at the elite rat group in the rat tide, then repeatedly adjusted the angle, and the battle line had retreated a hundred meters. , Annan couldn't help but want to kick him in the butt, so he asked the soldiers to hold up torches, light the orichalcum cannons, and then move away in unison.
Annan, who retreated ten meters away, covered his ears and narrowed his black eyes.
The military minister who knew what was going to happen also covered his ears. Before the rest of the people could react, the fuse burned to the end.
Bang...
Like a giant's foot stepping heavily on his side, the loud sound that made his heart stop suddenly spread outward at a terrifying speed along with the rising sand and dust on the low hill.
The roaring sound of the dragon echoed throughout the battlefield.
Those who stood within thirty meters without covering their ears stood there in a daze, their minds within a hundred meters buzzing...
A similar thing happened when the orichalcum artillery was tested. What happened - the soldiers who tested it thought it was only more powerful than the magic artillery, so they only retreated five meters away... but their internal organs were shattered by the sound of the launch.
The long-range team who saw this scene stopped their movements in unison, watching the five shells with a dull whistling, crossing a long arc and smashing into the rat tide from 500 to 800 yards.
The first cannonball that landed hit the rear of the elite rat tide, immediately killing several elite rats who were covered in armor like iron cans. The terrifying kinetic energy carried the solid cannonball and continued to grind forward for more than 20 meters. Cavity, wherever it passes, the elite rat is like a bottle knocked down by a bowling ball.
They are lucky, or the centurion does have talent. Three of the five shells landed around the elite rat wave, and the other two smashed into the rat wave. After landing, they bounced up and crashed again. They rolled unstoppably a hundred meters away, leaving a piece of meat everywhere they passed.
The record of five artillery shells should be more than two hundred elite rats and nearly two thousand slave rats...
The effect of mushroom bombs and orichalcum artillery is better than the two alone thrown into a group of rats. Much better.
This kind of power is probably only comparable to the power of spells above the seventh level, and it can even make the ratmen around them temporarily stagnant.
The coalition forces around the battlefield raised their heads and looked at the culprit of all this——
The dust covering the low hill dispersed, and the goblin golem still held down the orichalcum cannon, but held on The cannon's arms were riddled with cracks - thankfully they were easy to repair.
"Lord Annan, are you still going on!"
The centurion ran over and shouted loudly that he could no longer hear him.
Annan was the same, and there was a buzzing in his ears: "Use the remaining mushroom bombs."
Anyway, someone will come to pay the bill soon.
The centurion ran back excitedly. Seeing this, Annan and the people around him quickly moved away from the range of the orichalcum cannon.
At this time, the Earl of the Principality of Sike came over with a flattering smile.
"Your Excellency Annan, you said 20% off..."
Annan smiled and said: "It's still effective." The second appearance of the orichalcum artillery brought a large number of orders for magic muskets——
As for why it was an order for magic muskets... because After Annan said its selling price, everyone's thought was "Why don't you go and grab it!?"
For the money I spent on the orichalcum cannon, I could even hire a legendary mage to bombard one. Hours, the effect is not better than your orichalcum cannon?
But why did you still spend money... It means goodwill.
The things Annan tinkered with were getting more and more terrifying. Who knew whether something powerful and cheap would really appear in the future.
Some leaders are inexplicably uneasy. Their status is based on the transcendent status of professionals. If ordinary people were allowed to have such terrifying power...
I hope there won't be such a day in the future.
The appearance of the coalition forces and the sound of artillery that spread throughout the battlefield finally made it unbearable for the command hidden in the rat tide. A large rat tide peeled off from the waves surrounding Black Watch and spread towards the coalition forces
Annan They packed up their orichalcum cannon and all their baggage and ran away.
With nearly 7,000 elites in the coalition, they easily distanced themselves from the chasing rat tide, and then let the long-range team continue to consume the rat men.
This constant pull made the commander hidden in the rat tide unable to restrain himself, and frequently issued orders to send more ratmen to pursue the coalition forces.
The coalition finally found it difficult. Just when Annan wanted to take the support team to the sky above the rat tide to consume them, the rat tide suddenly fell into chaos.
The originally orderly pursuit suddenly spread out, even crowding each other and trampling on each other.
Then, a terrifying tide of magic came from the north.
The coalition forces, who guessed what Black Watch should have done, seized the opportunity and began to harvest the chaotic ratmen, even letting them scatter.
As they guessed, not long after, news came from the north - because the commander of the Rat Tide frequently issued orders, Black Watch determined the command's position and sent a group of mages to eliminate the Rat Tide commander.
Without a command, the rat tide lost its cohesion. The smarter rat warlocks and champion rats fled back to the north, while the reckless rats and slave rats just ran away in any direction...
The originally evenly matched battle turned into a simple "catching pig" with the defeat of the rat tide - the coalition forces were chasing rat people everywhere outside the Great Wall in the north.
Annan no longer led nearly 30,000 people running around in the forest. He let them "free", including the military minister of the Windmill Principality and the earl of the Saike Principality.
Next, Annan sat on the back of the white dragon, looking for places where rats were densely populated, and then released the Hellfire Legion, harvesting bag after bag of rat ears.
The storm has dissipated, but the sky is still gloomy, and drizzle falls from time to time, indicating that the rainy season is still continuing.
During this period, Annan returned to the camp they spent two days building, but the rain made it difficult to ignite. Fortunately, the rat carcasses never rotted.
Annan had no choice but to put it here temporarily and wait until the weather cleared to burn the rat carcasses again.
On the sixth day of the hunting plan, except for the Skaven who ran too far and were too scattered, the Skaven forward was completely eaten by the coalition forces.
The Great Northern Wall ordered all coalition forces to return early and announced that a celebration banquet for the success of the hunt would be held tonight.
Annan returned to his room and meditated throughout the day.
When I woke up, it seemed as if there were still undulating white dragon spines under my buttocks, and there was still the endless sound of muskets in my ears.
(End of this chapter)