Alien world

Chapter 1564 Chapter 198. Victory
The well-organized Hellfire Legion entered the portal amid the envy and farewell of the citizens.

The reporters followed behind the group, followed by the goblins who provided logistics.

Then, eleven blue dragons rose up in Liberty City and flew north.

There is no better bodyguard than the blue dragon.

At first, Annan was worried that the dragons would be unwilling to move after receiving the money, but he didn't know what the dragon father and mother said to them, but every dragon was full of energy.

It seems that he would rather fight for that 100 kinnars.

Annan sat in Olmedo's office, waiting for good news from the front. It was a pity that the Or Empire backed down too quickly, otherwise this proactive attack would have brought them considerable pressure.

Is it because they realized this that they took the initiative to retreat?
……

Broken clouds drifted over the hills, forming moving spots of light on the ground.

The gray tide spread across the mountains and fields, surging towards the south.

Behind a low hill about ten miles away, a beam of sunlight illuminated the cold, metallic-like military formation on the ground.

"They are coming." Adjutant Lockran's voice was thinned by the wind.

Fermi stood on the highest rock, with the tassel of the magic musket hanging down in front of his chest like a miniature gallows.

He glanced across the distance, confirming that there were no ratman priests.

Without a leader, the ratmen are just a group of greedy, stupid beasts. The only thing to consider is: how to kill them all here without getting hurt.

He did not think that the rat tide was a threat. It had nothing to do with arrogance, but the fact that the current Hellfire was so powerful that even he, let alone Annan, could not fully understand it.

On the surface, the 5000-man army seems to have "only" 250 professionals, but the remaining 95% are not ordinary people. They don't need to work, are completely off-duty, have plenty of meat, and the only thing they have to do every day is training.

After two years of hard training and selection, the soldiers who remained were nearly 40 meters tall, with muscular body, and could run ten miles wearing plate armor weighing no less than pounds. They were indeed not professionals, but in terms of physical fitness alone, it was no problem for them to beat two or three ordinary people.

According to Annan, he is a quasi-professional who has reached half a step towards innate great perfection.

Calling them the Imperial Guards may be a bit of an insult to the empire, but in the remote western part of Middle-earth, they are the heavenly soldiers who silence the surrounding forces.

Even in close combat, the Hellfire Legion is confident that they can wipe out these ratmen, but the price they pay is too heavy - what's the difference between that and a dragon fighting a dragon hunter team with their flesh and blood, without using magic?
The broken howls were carried by the wind from afar, carrying with them a foul sour stench.

Fermi retracted his gaze and said, "Krian, you lead the main force to set up three firing points on the gentle slope in the rear. Lockran, you and the scouts will disperse the rats and lead them into the pocket."

He took out a pocket watch produced by Liberty City University and took a look at it: "Countdown 10 minutes."

Deputy Corps Commander Krian and Adjutant Lockran began to act, and orders were quickly passed to the rear.

"Scout, follow me!"

"The main force will retreat to the back of the hill and set up firing points!"

"Check the ammo bags and make sure everyone carries fifty rounds!"

"The goblin logistics personnel unload the ammunition boxes, retreat, retreat, and keep a distance of more than three miles from the main force!"

Everyone agrees that they cannot engage in a battle with the ratmen in the wilderness. Once surrounded, hundreds of thousands of ratmen are enough to pose a threat.

The main force began to disperse and retreat, forming a trident-like formation.

They hid behind the slope, and Adjutant Lockran climbed to the top of the slope with lightly armed scouts, exposing themselves to the eyes of the rats.

The rats were in a commotion, and the gray torrent began to instinctively chase the emerging color. The huddled brown clouds seemed to be stretched and torn apart by a strong wind, and were no longer dense.

"Calibrate the sights."

Kylian, who was hiding behind the gentle slope, growled. The Hellfire soldiers kept their fingers on the triggers, breathing as lightly as if they were asleep, without making a sound - until the first howl pierced the sky.

That was not the roar of a wild beast, but the shrieks squeezed out of thousands of twisted throats, like a rusty blade scraping against everyone's skull.

The horizon behind the low slope was wriggling, first with scattered gray spots, then with huge waves surging.

The ratmen came, and the whole hill shed its skin before their claws and teeth, chasing the scouts who served as bait, roaring and galloping, raising large clouds of dust.

The Skaven's formation began to twist, like a spider web torn by children - they instinctively chased the scattered scouts, and were forced to gradually thin out along the forked paths.

Leading them into the prepared pockets, the scouts suddenly increased their speed, getting out of the battlefield and the range of their comrades' guns.

The hidden soldiers raised their heads and began to wait for orders from the figure in the front.

The tide of rats was getting closer and closer. When Fermi could almost see the rotten flesh between the ratmen's fangs and smell the stench on their bodies, he raised his musket.

boom--

The first gunshot was like the starting sound of a fall. Five thousand tongues of fire tore through the dust at the same moment. The web of death woven by lead bullets instantly shaved off an entire layer of the waves of the rat tide.

The sudden attack threw the rats into chaos. Some of them were still running, some were rushing towards where the enemy was, and some were trying to escape. As a result, the rats bumped into each other in the chaos, trampled on each other, and were repeatedly killed by the gunfire on the gentle slope.

"Human stuff... traps... eat them!"

The elite rats in the swarm screamed and commanded the slave rats to charge towards the Hellfire Legion.

Apart from their low IQ, rat people have almost no shortcomings.

They only need a little food to survive, can give birth to dozens of offspring in a winter, have a strict class system, and are fearless. So much so that some scholars have always suspected that the ratmen are not native creatures of the Allen world, but some kind of... weapon.

Smoke rose and roars continued.

Some ratmen still ran a few steps after their skulls were pierced, while others had their abdomens exploded and their intestines strangled their companions' ankles.

The charred and smelly corpses piled up into a dam. There were not many ratmen left after they rushed into the trap, but they still managed to rush to the gentle slope by stepping on the flesh and blood of their own kind.

As soon as the scarlet bloodthirsty eyes appeared in front of the human, he was horrified to see a row of heavily armored warriors in plate armor rushing towards him.

The sharp arm shield pierced the ratman's flesh, and rotten blood spurted out, carrying deadly germs and penetrating into the gaps in the armor.

But it doesn’t matter, the Mage Tower will purify these when we return.

As dusk fell, the sand was saturated with blood.

The lead-gray clouds hung low like a shroud, tangled with the smoke rising into the clouds.

"Stop firing!"

As Fermi gave the order, the sporadic gunshots from the hills disappeared.

The soldiers who had been fighting fiercely began to clean up the battlefield, stepping over the piles of rat corpses that were still twitching, and mercilessly stabbing open the throat of each twitching rat corpse with their bayonets.

"Report the results of the battle."

Fermi looked at his adjutant, Lokeren, expressionlessly.

"After three hours of fighting, we have wiped out the small wave of rats. Krian led the lightly armored soldiers to clean up the fleeing ratmen. As for the casualties..."

Adjutant Loughran paused briefly.

“No one was injured or killed.”

(End of this chapter)