Chapter 37 Bloody Battle

Torrison inserted in before the verbal dispute escalated and comforted the long beard in time.

Just now, while other dwarves were chatting, Torison remained silent and listened carefully to the shouts of the rat people. As a Ranger Captain, Torison was actually proficient in multiple languages ​​such as Rat Man, Human Common Language, Green Skin Language, etc. Since the distance was not very far, he could fully hear what the rat people (especially those leaders) were shouting.

If he was not mistaken, this might not be an ordinary attack. From the Rat Man leader as the lord, to ordinary soldiers and even slaves, there is no room for retreat in this battle. The highest ruler among the Rat Man, all the Abyss lords personally came to supervise the battle. For the Rat Man, there is only one way to die for those who have not completed the order.

These are consistent with what the Abyss Lord named Ashurufate threatened.

"The prince is there." Finally, the bearded warrior left in disappointment, and Torison immediately pointed the direction to the messenger. "I saw him there before... Are you coming from the ground? What happened above?"

There should be no problem on the ground. Torison knew very well that Carac Grom's surface fortifications. It was more of a death trap than a strong city. It was a dense fire net composed of hundreds of cannons and thousands of muskets. No matter how many enemies came, they would be transformed into a pile of minced meat by the devastating, carpet-like fire.

It can be said that Karak Grom is one of the highest achievements of dwarf castle construction, and is a strong defense built by the great caster Nara Grim, who is recognized as a master of architecture among dwarfs, who is personally thought about and painstakingly constructed.

It is precisely because of this that Prince Hoga put down on the ground and came to the underground part of Karak Grom to command the battle.

"The enemy's attack was very fierce." The messenger replied simply. He was in a hurry to leave, so Torison could not find out more. But this simple sentence made him feel even more uneasy.

At this time, thousands of dwarves and rat people were fighting for life in this underground area. Everyone knew that combat in narrow places, excellent weapons and armor, strict discipline, strong morale, and other factors were far more important than simple numbers. In these aspects, dwarves were not comparable to dirty and cowardly rat people. Although rat people devoted their troops to the front line regardless of everything, dwarves always had to gain the upper hand.

That should be.

...

"Captain Xiafei reported that he led the enemy into a trap as planned. Our army attacked front and back and annihilated hundreds of rat men. None of our soldiers were casualties."

"Captain Sakari reported that he defeated the enemy in front of him and was leading the army to rest. Captain Olic took over his position."

"The commando reported that the counterattack against Channel 4 failed. There were too many rats."

"Pathway 14 was occupied by rats. We had two brigades trapped in the siege and they demanded a retreat."

"The latest report, the rat people actually found a gap between the seventeenth and twenty-fourth channels, and now they have penetrated a wedge on our side..."

Prince Hoga listened carefully to every report sent over. In front of him, there was a precise map from the hand of the dwarf, and each tunnel under the Karak-Grom was accurately marked. He held two pens in his hand, one blue and the other red. Whenever a tunnel was occupied by a rat man, he painted the tunnel red, and the other blue.

It can be seen from the map that the rat man is gradually oppressing the dwarves to retreat with constant pressure.

However, Prince Hoga did not show any impatient expression on his face. In his initial plan, he planned to use a flexible defensive battle to exhaust the attacking spirit of the mouse, and then use a counterattack to drive the mouse out of Karak Grom. This time, he must give the rat people an unforgettable lesson, so that they will not dare to think about Karak Grom again for hundreds of years.

Moreover, the great caster Naragrim gave him a trick to reverse the situation at a critical moment.

However, it must be admitted that the Rat men's offensive was much more violent than he expected. Time was just the next day, and they were like they were desperate to go to the battlefield infinitely. Although these rats were cowardly and weak enemies compared to those dwarves. In those frontal battles, at least five rats were killed whenever a dwarf fell. With the assistance of those tight fortifications, this ratio can often be increased to more than one to eight. However, it seems that these rats have an infinite number to consume.

So far, what really caused the major losses was not the ferocity of the rats, but a wrong arrangement. At the suggestion of several subordinates, Prince Hoga arranged several flame cannons in the underground world, trying to block the main roads with the power of the cannons and knock the rats to the water. Unfortunately, the narrow passages in the underground world were too short and were not suitable for the power of the flame cannons. The rats who burned like torches and made terrible howls rushed all the way, and the flames on their bodies lit up the special hot oil for the flame cannons... The scene was terrible even if you imagined it. Prince Hoga lost a cannon, a squadron, and two or three tunnels. After this accident, the prince ordered all the cannons to be pulled to the ground.

"Prince!" This voice made Prince Hoga raise his head. He noticed that the person who was speaking was a messenger. A messenger came here to find him because of one thing - something went wrong with the defense operations on the surface.

"What happened?" Prince Hoga asked alertly. "The rats are attacking?"

...

The setting sun sets west, and the last ray of clouds in the sky reflects this terrible battlefield.

Prince Hoga stood on the platform and looked at his feet. At this time, the evening breeze was gentle, sending a strong smell of blood into his nostrils. In this situation, even Prince Hoga felt a sense of inexplicable chill.

The rats showed no sign of retreating at night. This was taken for granted. These rats were active in the underground tunnel world without any light all year round. Light was not indispensable to them. Of course, this was the same for dwarves. Dwarves also had a pretty good dark vision. At night, their muzzles would never be right or wrong, and their bullets were also accurate and fatal.

The wind was mixed with waves of shouting and scolding. The dwarf immediately understood that the next attack was about to begin. The gunners not far from Prince Hoga immediately rushed to operate the cannon and pointed the still hot barrel forward.

"No! The barrel is too hot!" the cannon leader shouted, "Hurry up, use vinegar to cool down!"

With the last ray of sunset, the rats launched another attack. Thousands of rats rushed forward with their compatriots under the threat of layers of officers. Now, the firepower of the cannon with the farthest range has been significantly weakened. Due to the overheating of the barrel, the shells fired appear to be scattered and far less than the momentum of the previous volley. Then there was the organ cannon, which fired four shells at a time, and the cannons were not as heat as cannons. At this time, less than a quarter of them could be fired. Flame cannons were not that troublesome, but the loading of this cannon was really a waste of time, and the rats learned their lessons, and the sparse formation reduced the lethality of the flames. Soon, the rats rushed through the middle and the musketeers opened fire.

The lethality of the bullet is very conspicuous. In the face of the dense rain of bullets, the rats rushed over and died one after another. Usually, the rats should start to turn around and flee, but these slaves have no right to retreat. Every slave understands that once they turn back, the rats will order them to be slaughtered on the spot, without any mercy. On the contrary, the abyss lord Ash Rufate has made a promise that if any rats slave can kill an enemy and return, he will be immediately promoted to a clan warrior and liberated from his painful and desperate slave career.

So they could only continue to charge and pounce on the dwarf long-bearded warrior who was waiting for battle in front of them.

The dwarves' fortifications were all filled at this time. Half were earth and stones carried by rat slaves, and half were corpses of rat slaves. The newly rushed up rats rushed towards the long-bearded warriors, and many slaves and rats began to stop and threw out a rain of stones with their simple stone casters. Unfortunately, the dwarves' soldiers' excellent armor is famous. Even if a lucky stone accidentally fell into a position without armor protection, the tough dwarves would not be defeated by this attack.

The musketeers' shooting did not stop for a second. The rats rushed to the bearded warrior's position and used their crude shields and spears to fight the dwarves' sharp battle axes and fine armor.

From Prince Hoga's perspective, he could hardly see a few long-bearded warriors falling down. The dense rain of bullets from the musketeers greatly weakened and killed the enemy, making it very rare that they could finally fight with the long-bearded warriors.

Another roar of yelling and scolding came, and the next wave of attack was about to arrive.

Everything was so monotonous, mechanical, but it made even the most experienced warrior feel cold. Beneath the walls of Karak Grom, there was a thick layer of rat corpses. However, this attack showed no sign of stopping.

"How could these rats become like this?" Prince Hoga felt a little confused. He remembered that when he first left, this seemed to have not happened. A group of rats who were fearless? What a joke. The rats are a group of timid and cowardly waste, and any dwarf can beat them ten of them.

"The situation was fine yesterday," the subordinate reported. "They hesitated for a long time after the first wave was eliminated by our cannon fodder. Later, they only launched two tentative attacks. Everything was very normal. But starting at dawn today, these rats suddenly launched waves of attacks regardless of everything. It seemed that they didn't care about casualties at all."

"But we can still defeat them and eliminate them." Prince Hoga said. He glanced at the long-bearded warriors lined up to guard the city gate below. The rats who rushed over had all died under the sharp battle axes of the long-bearded warriors, and the lineup of the long-bearded warriors could hardly be reduced. "Just let them die, we can help them. I'm going to go back to the ground. I'll notify me of any special situation."

When Prince Hoga left, Ashu Rufate was standing ruthlessly in the night wind watching the battle situation in the distance.

"If this continues, the slaves will consume it before dawn." A general reminded carefully. Ashurufat forgot the name of this rat man, but he knew that this rat man was a clan leader and a warlord among the rat man. In the concept of the rat man, few generals would mind the casualties of the slaves, but in this situation, in this messy battlefield ahead, even these cold and ruthless rat man leaders felt guilty.

"If all the slaves die, then the clan warriors will come!" Ashrufate's voice was not shaken at all. "This battle is related to the rise and fall of our clan, and no matter how many sacrifices and casualties are worth it!"

"But...this situation..." The general wanted to say something but stopped. In fact, Ashu Rufate knew very well. Under such a miserable battlefield scenery, the rat people probably would not have too high morale.

"Dare to retreat, and you will be killed without mercy!" Ashu Rufate said calmly. "In ten days, we must conquer Karak-Grom."

In the first stage, they use cannon fodder to exhaust their energy. Ashu Rufate told himself in his heart. In the second stage, they can use elite troops to launch an attack.
Chapter completed!