Alien world

Chapter 1575 209. Cutting off the ear

The last gunshot echoed across the wilderness.

Jack looked at the plain in front of him where there were no ratmen standing and corpses were scattered as far as the eye could see. He hoped that Broken Ear had not followed the rats and rushed over, so that he would be killed in the dark without knowing it.

The exhausted soldiers sat on the ground in groups of two or three, not caring about their image. The centurions took the soldiers who still had strength to the front to replenish their guns, harvest mouse ears, count the number of people, and calculate the results of the battle and casualties.

The rat swarm that attacked last night numbered at least 100,000, which was fifty times the number of the legion. As a result, they were fought while running, and their numbers were consumed in a vast wilderness that was more than ten miles long.

Looking at the excited faces, Jack realized more deeply what Instructor Findola Yinlu meant by "respect".

They have never witnessed the cruelty of war, and war is just a channel for them to establish merit.

There is nothing wrong with this statement itself, because those guys in the Hellfire Legion all have such a belief. The problem is that their soldiers lack the training of brutal battles.

The decline of life: the fading of hope, the death of comrades, they have never experienced these sufferings.

But he couldn't bear to do so... Not only was he reluctant to do so, he knew that Lord Annan was also reluctant to do so.

The Hellfire Legion had no choice but to go, because if they didn't go, no one else could.

The scouts came to report. Although it was a sudden attack and the trial was too obvious, everyone had their commendable performances, but there were also many idiots.

For example, there are those who use up all their ammunition by shooting randomly, those who want to rush into hand-to-hand combat with the ratmen like the Hellfire Legion, and those idiots who run to cut off rat ears when they see the opportunity of winning.

There are also many "smart guys", for example, who rely on the physical fitness of professionals to get within 30 meters of the ratmen, kill one ratman at a time, then keep the distance and wait for the ratmen to catch up.

Place torches on the retreat route and use the light to aim at the ratmen.

There was also one who hid himself in a dirt pit, waited for the rats to rush over, and then crawled out, and went from being chased by the rats to chasing the rats. In other words, no one fired randomly, and if he was hit by friendly forces, he would probably be thrown into the "idiot" pile.

In general--

"I am very satisfied."

Jack affirmed that all his subordinates were talented, and he was very pleased. The Rangers needed such initiative.

"By the way, where's Pike?"

The scout looked up and looked around: "No, he seems to have separated from us."

Jack didn't care. With an elf instructor following him, nothing would happen.

He made a gesture and asked the goblin logistics, who were twenty miles away from them, to come and clean up.

The dead rats were scattered all over the mountains and plains. They would rot in two days and breed plague.

If the dragon is full of treasures, then the ratman is covered in shit: the skin is dirty, the meat is smelly, and the blood is flowing with germs. It will take at least two or three days for a wild beast to rot after dying in the spring, but it will take less than half a day for a ratman to rot.

Correspondingly, their reproductive capacity is comparable to that of mice.

This is the price paid for having strong reproductive ability.

Humans are still better. They are a little weak, but well-balanced. They are stronger than elves, taller than dwarves, and better looking than orcs.

Killing mice is a pleasure, but cutting off their ears is troublesome. After resting for a while and recovering their strength, the soldiers got up and harvested the "pasture" that was more than ten miles long.

Because it was a night battle, there was no way to tell who killed the enemy, so the number of kills was simply distributed equally among all the soldiers.

The good news is that Jack finally has the Legion's first red "First Blood" graffiti. The bad news is that he's the only one.

Not long after, the second piece of bad news came: "A soldier found a body with a missing ear."

"Could it be the harvested ratmen?" Jack remembered the scout's report.

"The wounds have all healed. They were broken for at least a few months."

It seems that he is really the unlucky guy.

First the teeth were broken, then the ears. Could this name be a curse? Jack sighed and said, "It's half a rat anyway. Let's bury it."

He and his adjutant worked hard to dig a hole and pushed the severed ear in.

"Human, what are you doing?"

At this moment, a sharp rat language was heard. Jack looked up in surprise and saw his men bringing another rat with a broken ear.

He looked at the broken-eared rat man at the bottom of the pit, and then looked at the broken-eared rat man standing in front of him: "You are not dead?"

Broken Ear thought that this human wasn't very smart, but it didn't matter: "Human thing, I did it..."

Well, it seems that it was another rat man who had worked with them before, but he was not as lucky as Broken Ear...

Jack smiled and said, "I mean what I say. You have attracted 100,000 ratmen. I will give you 1,000 rations. But how are you going to take them?"

"This is my business." Broken Ear stared at Jack warily and uneasily, as if he was worried that he would default on his debt.

Jack asked his adjutant to go to the rear to get food, and imitated Lord Annan's warm expression and said, "I mean, you only want to cooperate once?"

The main force of the first wave of rats had their attention drawn away by the Empire, so there weren't many of them here to begin with. Plus, the Hellfire Legion took the lion's share, so the remaining rats were more scattered than the stars in the sky during a full moon.

"Yes……"

Unexpectedly, Duan'er was not greedy at all.

"Well, if you change your mind, just hold up any flag and head south." Jack fumbled in his arms and picked out a button for it. "Show this to the guards on the city wall, and they will bring you to me."

The adjutant quickly pushed over a cart filled with a thousand rations.

"I'll give you the car as well." Jack said generously.

Duan'er rushed forward without saying a word to fill his stomach, then pulled the cart and headed west without looking back.

Jack felt sorry for it, as he had thought that this wild ratman could continue to cooperate and even be brought back to Liberty City to raise.

His attention drifted away as Pike and the Elf Instructor returned.

"you made it?"

He saw the joy on Pike's face and the blood-oozing cloth bag around his waist.

There were at least twenty mouse ears in it.

"Captain, I have mastered the art of guidance!"

Jack didn't understand, but Fundora Yinlu was a little surprised: "So fast?"

"He is very talented." said the elf instructor who was following nearby.

After all, he was a musketeer who could shoot arrows with a magic musket that lacked accuracy.

"Guiding? It sounds like some kind of magician's skill," said Jack.

Fundora Yinlu said: "The skills of your ancient human wizards to temper their spirits were learned from the spirit guidance technique. It teaches users to sense the existence of spirits and make use of them."

Ancient wizards...

Jack smacked his lips, he was worthy of being the first overlord of Allen's world, he had a deep foundation.

Who makes the elves the most senior?

The birth of the Saint Laurent calendar was 1000 years ago. Families and forces in the world have changed for dozens of generations, but for the elves, almost every one of them is an eyewitness.

It is no exaggeration to say that I grew up watching human civilization.

(End of this chapter)