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Chapter 1624 Chapter 257. "Incendiary Bomb"

bang -- bang -- bang --

The artillery groups standing on the ice roared one after another. Amid the rising ice flowers, the shells rose to their highest point with a whistling sound that tore through the air, and fell towards the ratmen who were still four or five miles away.

It wasn't an effective range, but the shells they brought were enough to cover the entire battle.

Boom——Boom——Boom——

A series of rumbling tremors came from the ground in the distance, which were different from the sound of the ratmen's attack.

No matter whether they were elite rats or wild rats, they were all treated equally in front of the dozens-pound shells and turned into a pool of minced meat that was no bigger than their teeth.

All the ratmen within a three-meter radius turned into a pool of rotten meat, while the ratmen within five meters were shocked so much that blood oozed from their mouths and noses. They stood there stupidly, as if they had forgotten what they were supposed to do, and let the tide of rats surge past them.

The gap caused by the first wave of artillery fire was quickly filled, and the nearest shell to the rat priest was 700 meters away.

The artillery officer raised his finger, measured with his eyes, patted the back of the artilleryman next to him, and shouted, "Bomb it hard! Whoever can bomb the rat priest on the shelf to death, I will personally ask the legion commander for a reward for you!"

"I want Lord Annan's commendation." The young artilleryman shouted at the top of his voice.

"Hit the fucking target first!" the artillery officer's voice was louder than his.

After several rounds of bombardment, the front of the rat tide approached the mudflats where they built simple low walls using local ice.

Five thousand musketeers were divided into dozens of arrays by their respective centurions. When the rat tide rushed onto the mudflats two miles away and approached the maximum range of the magic muskets, they raised the muzzles of their guns and pulled the triggers at an elevated angle.

boom--

The roar of nearly five thousand muskets firing in unison was more shocking than that of artillery fire, and the rising smoke almost covered the sky.

A few seconds later, a large amount of blood and sparks exploded in the distant rat tide.

Bullets beyond their effective range have little killing power and can barely penetrate leather armor, but helmets are the privilege of champion rats, and elite rats only have scrap iron armor and spears made in the ratman arsenal.

The soldiers couldn't tell whether the skull or the bullet was harder. In the final analysis, it all depended on how hard one's life was.

A large number of elite rats wailed and fell. The thick skin of the wild rats was as tough as cowhide, and bullets could only make the thick skin dent, but the eyes were not one of them. Many unlucky wild rats had their eyes shot out, and they wailed and rushed around, creating chaos in the rat tide.

The surrounding ratmen cleared them out, and the second wave of projectiles whizzed in -

The Black Watch soldiers in the front row stood like a city wall, exhaling white mist from their mouths, watching the scene quietly.

Even though a team of a thousand men at the height of the Legion could deal with this wave of rats more easily and simply than them, that was the result of hundreds of elites, a dozen masters and epics crushing them with their strength.

The Hellfire Legion did it with nine-tenths of ordinary people and one-tenth of professionals...

The magic muskets make them equivalent to 5,000 sharpshooters who can shoot continuously, and the same sharpshooters need at least five years of training.

War seemed to have changed somewhat since that champion warlock stepped onto the world stage...

Boom——Boom——Boom——

Another round of artillery fire hit the rat swarm, but the accuracy was still seriously off, with the nearest shell landing more than 300 meters away from the rat priest.

The artillery officer looked very unhappy, his red face looked like he had been slapped in the face.

"Centurion Tok, the legion commander wants you to come over." Adjutant Lokeren appeared in front of the artillery officer who was about to yell.

"Keep firing. Whoever hits the ratman priest will be rewarded with two pounds of alcohol!" After leaving this encouragement, Tok followed Adjutant Lokeren out to meet the legion commander.

Not surprisingly, Fermi asked him why the shells had missed the mark.

Tok shouted loudly, as if he was using all his strength to say every word: "Report to the Legion Commander! The weather in the Far North is too bad! This batch of artillery is old stock! There is no scale! The soldiers can only aim based on experience!"

"Got it. Don't force it. Your artillery is aimed at reducing the number of rats. We have other ways to deal with the rat priests."

"Yes!!!"

After the artillery officer left, Fermi rubbed his ears silently.

The beach was already filled with swarms of rats, forming a tide that was flowing backwards from the land to the deep sea.

The soldiers no longer raised their guns, and the artillery positions once again lowered their guns.

The vanguard of the rat pack rushed onto the ice, and their speed was slowed down by the slippery ice surface, but they were still getting closer and closer to the formation. They could already see the hideous faces of the rats and smell the stench coming from the rats.

It took the rat tide eight minutes to rush from four or five miles away to five hundred meters away, but the eight minutes of continuous shooting and bombing only caused the rat tide to lose less than 10%.

The remaining number is still despairing, but the Hellfire Legion also has some trump cards that have not been used yet.

Lieutenant Lokeren arrives at the front lines and asks the Black Watch soldiers if they are ready.

"Leave it to us next." Stevens said, "As long as we are alive, the ratmen will not be able to rush in."

Dozens of Black Watch soldiers lined up to form an insurmountable wall.

The sound of gunfire was deafening, and two solid bullets welded with iron chains whizzed out, spinning and crushing dozens of elite rats in their path. Blood flowers kept exploding from the ratmen's bodies, and they fell down in groups.

Five hundred meters... Four hundred meters... Three hundred meters...

The magic cannons that were placed flat also began to be unable to stop the rats from approaching. After all, there were only twenty cannons, and the rats numbered more than 200,000.

call--

Unlike the whistling sound of artillery shells that suddenly rang out above the rat tide, it was drowned out by the chaotic battlefield.

Bang!
A wine barrel fell from the sky and landed in front of a rat. The wooden board shattered and the wine rushed into the sky, splashing on the surrounding ratmen like a waterfall.

Before they knew it, they smelled the intoxicating aroma of alcohol in the air, and the next second, burning coal fragments fell from the sky and landed all around them.

The MacKean ratmen come from the south, and they may have coarse fur that can protect them from some of the cold, but they are completely unable to withstand the freezing temperatures of the Far North.

To survive here, they stuff their fur coats with stuffing such as cloth, cotton, or wood chips to keep warm. All of these will... catch fire.

The rat man with alcohol splashed on his body was instantly ignited: the one wrapped in cotton burned vigorously, the one stuffed with sawdust crackled, and the flame covered with cloth was like a thorn in the flesh.

The rat people screamed in the flames, turning into moving screaming torches, running around and attacking without distinguishing between friend and foe.

More barrels and burning coal fell from the sky, and seas of fire exploded in places where the rat tides were densely packed. The effect was like a combination of Grease and Fireball.

The extremely low temperature made the power of the "incendiary bomb" somewhat less powerful, and it couldn't even burn the ratmen to death directly, but it was enough. As long as they were injured and ran around, other ratmen would kill them.

The Hellfire Legion, together with the "incendiary bombs", suppressed the ratmen three hundred meters away, preventing them from getting any closer.

(End of this chapter)