Chapter 834 65. Continue
“Prepare to fight!”
Femi’s roar echoed in the Hell Mountain camp.
The soldiers lying all over the camp propped up their unrecovered bodies and arrived at the front line.
Femi asked the elf mage Ymir to lead the remaining mages to open the magic barrier.
Ilimayas took the white dragons into the sky. Skaven Priests are easier to find during the day - Skaven Priests are also easier to see.
“How many combatants do we have?”
One-third of the Mage Corps is left, the Elite Team and the Fourth Legion are almost unscathed, but the Hellfire has lost one-fifth of its personnel...< br>
One-fifth of the soldiers were infected with plague, which meant that one-fifth of the firepower was lost.
And the visibility is better during the day than at night, and the rat tide will only become more dense.
"We can't save the rolling stones and logs... we will start throwing them away as soon as the mouse gets closer than 50 meters," Fermi said.
As for why it is fifty meters... because last night they found that thirty meters is not enough for the rolling stone log to reach its maximum speed.
Fermi also asked the goblins to come out of the ground and stand behind the soldiers, responsible for reloading the bullets of the marksmen who shot accurately.
The time it took for the rat tide to approach the shooting range from the mountainside was more painful than imagined - when Fermi fired the first shot, the camp began to play chaotic music again.
The rat men fell in pieces like harvested wheat, bringing down the rat men behind them. However, in the face of endless numbers, the warriors had no joy in killing the enemy.
They mechanically pulled the trigger, wiped the gun chamber, and loaded the ammunition. Let Fermi yell and throw rolling rocks and logs when the rat men approach, and then the saw-saw begins again...
Lochran is both lucky and unlucky.
All of his team were infected with the plague, but he was the only one who was fine. But his hands were still shaking, and without the blessing magic, his heart was full of courage...
Fortunately, the rat tide was dense, and rat men were everywhere, and they could hit them with their eyes closed.
This fierce battle lasted from noon to afternoon, but there were still so many ratmen in front of them, without any reduction... And more and more soldiers were infected, and there were only just over 3,000 soldiers still fighting on the front line.
"We're out of ammunition!"
At a certain moment, a roar woke up Locklan with horror.
"What do you mean there is no ammunition? We have enough bullets to fight for seven days and seven nights!" Femi held the adjutant's collar and roared.
“But the rolling stone log is gone!”
Fermi raised his head in surprise and saw nothing around the groove.
Lacking musketeers to maintain the front line, facing a steady stream of ratmen, they had to consume a large amount of rolling stones and logs to block the ratmen...
"Where's the magic artillery!"
"Legion Commander, We don’t have that many people anymore…”
“Then push down the magic cannon shells!”
The pile of shells is the only good news now.
The orcs brought in cannonballs and threw them down. They didn't have much hope. Cannonballs are only the size of heads, and even solid cannonballs only weigh a few dozen pounds... I didn't expect that the armored leg curtains of either the Rang Rat or the Elite Rat could not stop the rolling cannonballs. They shattered when they hit their heads and broke when they hit their calves.
Not many rat men were killed directly, but a large number of them had their legs broken and fell on the hillside.
Seeing hope, Fermi shouted: "Go on! The elite team is coming too!"
In an instant, the hillside was filled with rolling cannonballs and wailing rat men.
"Lord Annan is preparing for support until evening. Hope is on our side!" Femi encouraged loudly.
Dang——
At this time, a hateful bell suddenly echoed among the mountains.
Everyone in the camp was stunned for a few seconds.
"The first big bell! The first big bell rang!!!" Beryl, who woke up first, roared like crazy.
“What is a big clock!?”
Belial did not answer Femi, and rushed to the front line, staring at the tide of rats with eyes as red as oozing blood. "No...this is wrong...the bell has already rung!"
"What does it mean!?"
"The first big bell! The first stage General attack!
"General attack...?" ”
Before Femi could react, Belial suddenly realized something and roared at the mage group: "Release the Appearance Technique quickly!"
The elf mage Ymir was the first to react, and a spell was sprinkled around the camp.
The dozens of meters of flesh and blood carpet between the rat tide and the camp suddenly became distorted, and an almost transparent twisted shadow appeared vaguely.
“Wind Rat!”
Another Appearance Technique was released, and the outline of what Belial called the Wind Rat became clearer.
When they learned they had been discovered, they stopped dodging bullets and rushed forward waving their arms.
The bullets from the magic guns hit it, sparks burst out, and the rolling shells were also nimbly avoided by them.
The first wind rat officially jumped onto the camp and cut off a soldier who wanted to use a magic musket as a weapon.
The soldiers around the Wind Rat instantly turned into a blood mist. The twisted shadow held two daggers, harvesting the lives of the soldiers like a cold wind.
On August 9, two hours before dusk, the rat men rushed up to Hell Mountain.
"Elite team!"
Fermi yelled, and then there was a "dang" sound, and a ball of sparks exploded in front of his eyes.
Beryl blocked the fatal blow for him. He roared and swung his sword, and the air in front of him twisted, and a rickety rat man appeared like a pimple.
The elite team and the orcs rushed forward roaring at this moment.
“Block them!”
They must clear out the Storm Rats immediately. When the rat tide rushes up, everything will be over.
Ilimoyas, who was flying in the sky, watched countless rat assassins leap into the camp, and the rat tide that had just distanced itself came back again. Unable to guard the rat priests anymore, they swooped towards the camp with the white dragons.
Boom——
Elimayas, who finally retracted her wings, killed two raging wind rats in an instant. The dragon's head was raised, and a bolt of lightning dragon breath jumped into the group of soldiers. The blast rat turned into charcoal.
The white dragons smashed them down one after another, but they did not know magic, and their bulky bodies could not catch the wind rats at all. Their double daggers swung into afterimages, leaving deep and bone-shattering wounds on the white dragon's claws.
Ilimayas unleashed the power of the dragon without reservation, raised her head and roared: "You stop the rat tide!"
The white dragons flapped their wings and took off into the air, but then, a white dragon climbed up the back of the rat by the wind rat. The dragon fell wailing, gliding out of the camp crookedly, and smashed outside the Hell Mountain.
They had no time to grieve over the death of the white dragon, and the elite team fought bloody battles with the Storm Rat.
Instructor Lyric held the big sword as if fighting the air. Only the sparks that broke out from time to time showed that his enemy was in front of him.
At this moment, the gunfire that disappeared for almost a minute rang out again.
Caught off guard, the Storm Rats erupted into a cloud of sparks
The infected soldiers poured out of the ground.
"Why are you up here!?" Femi was fighting in front, but the ordinary adjutant was going crazy.
"Adjutant Walter, the camp has been captured by the rat men, and we are all going to die."
The leading young soldier actually smiled and turned around and shouted: "We are not at a loss! Kill hundreds with your own hands." A rat-man...did we dare to think about this before?"
"Every additional rat you kill will be earned in blood. Let the rat people bury us with them!"
The young and pale faces were ferocious with roars.
“Buried!”
(End of this chapter)