our family is gone

Chapter 717 The rat tide is coming
Reynard is not a fool, and neither are Hamlet's military leaders. Don't they know that cavalry is not heavy knights? Don't they know the characteristics of those skeletons? If they really charge directly, they will die.

The Lord’s teachings are very clear, you have to play to your strengths in any battle, so what are Hamlet’s strengths?
It is obviously the gunpowder weapon. Although the musket is not very effective against skeletons, the effect of the bomb is very powerful among the densely packed skeletons who don't know how to dodge.

This is also the reason why Leonard had the confidence to take such a big risk and insist on going deeper when the darkness blocked the sun and the fog cut off the vision.

If you can't rush forward, just explode. It doesn't matter whether you can kill the skeletons, just interrupt them.

After bombing, charge, after charging, bomb, and evacuate. You can also use bombs to cut off the skeleton's pursuit.

For this purpose, he brought three trucks of logistics, which contained nothing but bombs.

The town's gunpowder reserves were almost emptied, which was why Patton's consent to the response plan was needed.

The previous round of explosions completely cleared the last obstacle for the two sides to connect. Originally, Leonard was worried that there would be many casualties, but because of the mendicant monks, there were basically none.

Of course, another reason is that those who fell behind died directly, so naturally there were no casualties.

"Sobrey and... you guys get in the car and clear the way, and blast those bones for us."

There are not many guards, and the whole army knows Sobre's ability. Accurate throwing is nothing. What is more important is that he can accurately grasp the time and range of the explosion to maximize the effect of the bomb.

"Yes!"

Several people from the guards ran out and boarded the chariot, which was actually a rectangular carriage with an open roof pulled by two horses, and was mainly made of wood with an iron cover.

There is also a modular design. The left and right side covers are divided into two sections. When they are fully covered, the height of the car can be increased, and when they are lowered, it can be lowered. When the two sections are lowered, it becomes a flatbed truck. There is also a wooden board in the middle to further divide the space.

It is commonly used in Hamlet's logistics. The driver in the front is responsible for driving, and it is very convenient to transport supplies or wounded soldiers by changing the rear carriages.

It is half open now, and when Sobre stands on it, he really feels a bit like a gunner in the back of a pickup truck, but in a medieval version.

When Sobre saw the car filled with boxes of opened bombs, he could not hide his excitement.

Along the way, he had run out of Molotov cocktails and bombs and could only use a hammer to hit the bones. He looked at the dense skeletons but had no props. Now, a whole truck of them was given to him.

Come on! Let's have a blast!

The cavalry team had completed the turnaround, and the three protected bomb vehicles had also been manned up. Everything was done almost simultaneously, but there was not too much panic. Instead, the adventurers were a little overwhelmed.

"action!"

The void created by the explosion was quickly filled by the influx of skeletons, and with Reynard's command, the team started moving again.

Explosions sounded in front, and the cavalry, who had paused briefly, used the power of the props to tear open the skeleton's defense line again.

With someone leading the way, the rest of the people just have to follow and run. Although there will be skeletons harassing them on both sides, the pressure is greatly reduced.

But the most critical ones are those who are biting the ass, and the most dangerous ones to retreat are usually at the back.

Leonard was well prepared. He found a wounded horse from the cavalry to replace his own mount and then went to the end of the team.

"Barristan protect me!"

After saying this, he ignored the skeletons surging from the back of the team, took out a scroll from his pocket and unfolded it on the ground.

Of course, the response plan is not as simple as just the bomb. The scroll in his hand was made by Alhazred.

There were many incomprehensible patterns and patterns drawn on the unknown leather with red and black lines. Leonard could not see it and did not care about it. He took out a bag of blood-colored crystals and poured them on it...

The skeleton had already come up when Reynard was setting up the ceremony. Barristan didn't know what he was doing, but he still led people to protect him with shields.

However, only the royal guards were left, and the adventurers were busy running away, fearing what would happen if they were a step slower.

It was difficult for them to stop those skeletons, but at this moment there was a strange shout, and the legion pushed forward with their shields, forcibly blocking the skeletons.

This action surprised Hamlet's men, but Reynard had already taken the opportunity to make arrangements.

Just one last step...

Leading the injured warhorse over, Reynald drew his sword without hesitation and chopped it off with all his might. The huge horse's head was broken and blood splattered.

The headless horse corpse lasted less than two seconds before it collapsed and landed right on the ritual scroll, emitting a strange aura.

"Retreat quickly!" Leonard quickly called on everyone to retreat.

When everyone had not walked far, the twitching horse blood soaked the scroll, and the blood-colored crystals began to dissolve. Suddenly, a strong fishy smell emanated from the scroll as the center, and of course, a strong breath of vitality.

The skeletons that were originally chasing humans seemed to be attracted by something and turned around and ran towards the ceremony.

But an even more bizarre scene appeared. Countless shadow forces emerged from the ground to protect the ritual. However, one could see that the blood on the scroll was gradually disappearing, and the flesh and blood of the horse corpse was gradually withering. It was estimated that the moment when the blood was completely exhausted would be the moment when the ritual would be broken.

But the time that could be bought was enough, and the layers of skeletons soon submerged the ceremony.

There is no doubt that the ritual created by Alhazred greatly slowed down the movements of the skeletons, and Reynard and the others had already run away.

Bombing the road ahead to clear the way and luring away the pursuers from behind, all of this seemed to illustrate the perfection of the retreat plan.

But have they forgotten something?
Those rich breaths of life will attract skeletons, and will also attract another thing hidden in the ruins.

Yes, it’s still rat.

When darkness enveloped the ruins, the rats just hid. Logically, they would not dare to show their heads in a place with many skeletons, but the problem was that the second altar was activated by Lance, and the blood mist stimulated their nerves, making them even crazier.

Originally, this could still be suppressed. After all, there were really a lot of skeletons, and the rats were very timid when they didn't have the advantage in numbers.

Until Leonard came up with a ritual to attract the skeletons, but it also stimulated Rat, who was already on the verge of madness.

Rat's consciousness is being tested...hungry!
It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Endless hunger and thirst took control of their already small brains, and countless pairs of red eyes lit up from every corner.

The moment the first one walked out, countless rats followed suit and rushed towards the "hill of bones" which looked like a mountain of skeletons.

The bite of a rat is useless against a skeleton, an evil creature without flesh and blood and without feeling pain.

But the rat tide formed by countless rats was useless. The Skeleton and the Rat were really a match made in heaven. The Rat could not do anything to the Skeleton, and the Skeleton also had no means to actually hurt the Rat.

Maybe there were some casualties on both sides, but compared to the huge base number, the death of a thousand or eight hundred was almost the same.

The rat tide was more focused on drilling into the bones of the skeletons in an attempt to get in deeper contact with the alluring scent emitted by the ritual.

It’s a pity that the ritual was completely exhausted and broken, and Shushu didn’t get to eat a single bite. The remaining mummy was like wood, so what was there to eat?
But the noise had already triggered a rat tide, and when their numbers increased, their behavior became even more crazy.

Because they can crawl over the skeletons, the skeletons that gathered together in pursuit of the breath of life could not hold on for long before being broken through by the tide of rats.

And it was obvious that these mice with a keen sense of smell were pursuing the escaping prey.

It's ridiculous. The team had already distanced themselves from this group of skeletons, so they shouldn't have caught up with them.

But now, attracted by the vitality emitted by the rat tide, the skeletons that were left behind also followed, although a step slower.

When a tide of rats and skeletons chase after them, how should the team escaping from the ruins respond?

Rats continued to join in along the way, growing at a terrifying speed like rivers flowing into the sea.

The piercing screams, the madness emanating from countless red eyes in the dimness, and the endless number of terrifying people, all plunged everyone into despair.

"No!"

"Run away!"

"..."

When the rat tide tore through the red fog and approached, the adventurers who had just regained hope collapsed instantly. Some of them completely lost their minds and just wanted to run faster.

Because when you are being chased by something you don’t need to care about anything else, you just need to run faster than everyone else.

Those guys had this plan in mind, wanting others to help them hold back the rat tide.

Pushing and shoving were just minor matters. Some people were even crazy enough to point their weapons at others just to run faster.

However, this action disrupted the original pace of advancement because they actually wanted to seize the horses!

But do you really think those guards are easy to talk to? Or are all the cavalrymen good people?

Anyone who dared to attack would be hacked to death without any mercy. He was as decisive and cold-blooded as Lance, worthy of being the soldiers he led.

Some of them did not take action, but just rushed out of the formation. What does this mean?
You have to know that bombs are now clearing the way, and even Hamlet's well-trained and well-ordered troops have to advance cautiously.

Could it be that they don't want to go faster? Because if they explode, people will die...

A few smart people ran to the front, but the bomb exploded. Although they were not killed directly, the shrapnel damage was enough to injure them, and in this case, injury means death.

There is not much time left, because the rat tide has already bitten the tail of the team, and it is even more terrifying than the skeletons.

"Hahahaha!"

A strange laugh was heard, and Sobre on the chariot noticed something strange at the rear of the team. He immediately turned around and threw the shells into the rat group at the rear.

It exploded the next second, and the effect was even more obvious than that on the skeletons. An exaggerated pit suddenly exploded above the rat tide!

The middle was instantly blown into pieces and flesh flew everywhere. Even though the outer part was not torn apart by the power of the explosion, it was still killed by the shock wave. After all, it was still a flesh and blood creature.

It was just like frying a fish pond. The waves that were stirred up were instantly filled by the surging water, and even overflowed, as if they had never existed.

The only thing that hindered them slightly was the brief pause caused by them being busy gnawing on the remains of their companions. Even some rats with blood and flesh on their bodies became the targets of attack by their companions, causing some commotion.

But this has no effect overall.

Compared to the panic of those adventurers, Hamlet's people were obviously trying to save themselves.

Seeing that the bomb did not have much effect, Disma quickly took a bottle of incendiary bomb from the car, lit it and threw it out, then raised his hand and shot it to explode. The flames ignited the liquid in mid-air and fell into the tide of rats, instantly rising into flames.

The infected rats screamed in pain and in their struggle infected their other companions, causing quite a commotion.

But in a flash, the flames were extinguished by the tide of rats. Compared with bombs and Molotov cocktails, the skeletons' obstruction was more obvious, although it was useless.

It seems that nothing can stop those crazy rats. They seem to want to devour everything in the world!
In this situation, despair enveloped those people, but now is not the time to admit defeat.

"Someone must stop them to buy time for the main force."

Leonard seemed to understand something as he looked at the situation in front of him. No one knew what his expression was under the helmet, but he had stopped and issued the final order.

"Everyone, move forward at full speed at all costs, and the cavalry are not allowed to look back!"

After saying that, Leonard drew out his sword and turned to face the rat tide. The already damaged [Certificate of Champion] in his hand seemed to foreshadow something, but he was extremely determined, even when facing the rats that were surging like a tide.

"Try it. Forget about the bullshit fasting at this time. Don't try Hamlet's own liquor."

Disma suddenly appeared beside Leonard, took out a small bottle of wine, took a sip and handed it to him, with a cynical look on his face, as if there was really no rat tide in front of him, but just an ordinary night.

At this time, Leonard actually took off his helmet and laughed, which was rare. He took the bottle of wine and took two sips. The spicy taste fell into his mouth, but in an instant a burning sensation also slid down his throat.

"You didn't ask me to drink, right? Give me a sip too." Barristan also walked forward, took the bottle of wine from Reynard, which had not much left in it, and took a sip. Only the bottle was left.

"Oh! You drank all my wine!"

"Why are you so stingy? It's just a bottle of wine. I'll treat you guys to a good drink when we get back."

"Damn it! Why do I feel like you're defaulting on your debt?"

"Hahaha! I've owed a lot of things, but it looks like I have to pay it back today."

But the rats would not stop for a moment because of their actions, and they rushed over in an instant...

Thanks to [Hinata Photon] for the 1000 reward