Chapter 829 Section 60 August 8
Chapter 829 Section 60. August 8
August 8, evening.
The first wave of rat tide spread to the foot of Hell Mountain.
Like dark clouds floating close to the ground, the rat tide spread across the Gray Mountain Range.
Even the most optimistic people would find it hard to have any good mood when looking at this scene.
Everyone's breathing became heavy. The orcs who wanted to compete with the white dragon stuffed their heads into their crotches, and the goblins shrank into the ground so that they could not see the rat tide that made the goblins desperate.
They hoped that the rat tide might not notice them, but the transformation of Hell Mountain was obvious, and it was almost impossible for them not to notice the top of the mountain...
The surging rat tide took only a few dozen minutes to completely surround Hell Mountain. Before the sky was completely dark, the Gray Mountain Range turned into an archipelago separated by sea water.
According to the map sent by the Or Empire, the other fifty or so coalition forces were scattered on the surrounding "islands".
The last twilight disappeared in the Hell Mountain camp, and the darkness gradually swallowed up the black tide between the mountains, and also hid the rat tide that began to climb Hell Mountain.
They will fight at night again.
On the bright side, it is convenient for vampires to go out at night.
Fermi asked the soldiers surrounding the defense line to take a rest. The height difference between the top and the foot of Hell Mountain is a thousand meters, and the goblins have destroyed all the shortcuts to the top these days. Hell Mountain is now easy to defend and difficult to attack. The slave rats will be exhausted just to climb up, and the invincible rat tide can hardly climb up.
The giant bonfire in the center of the camp was burning, and the radiated heat dissipated the cold wind in the sky.
No one was in the mood to rest. The Hellfire soldiers held their beloved guns, carefully wiped the barrels and triggers, and checked the ammunition.
The pale moon rose in the sky, and with the moonlight gradually sliding to the foot of the mountain, Fermi saw that some ratmen had climbed to the mountainside.
"Hellfire stop resting, rangers prepare to projectile!"
There were less than fifty rangers in total, but they were either elves or elites, and the ratmen were so dense that there was no need to aim at all.
Arrows piled up like mountains around the rangers, and the musketeers envied them for their random shooting.
They could not see the killing, but the arrows that kept making sounds of breaking through the air brought a rare sense of security on the eve of the war.
At a certain moment, Belial stood up and said, "I smell the stench of the ratmen... Let the mages cast the Illumination and Apparition spells!"
Femi sniffed and found that the mountain wind blowing up did have an indescribable strange smell.
The elf mage Ymir, who was shooting arrows, cast the Illumination spell, and the rising magic light suddenly illuminated the surroundings of the camp, and the ratmen approaching the hillside poured with cement had nowhere to hide.
The soldiers saw the trajectory of the arrows, they fell like drizzle, and every moment there were ratmen who were killed by the death god falling from the sky, and when they slid down, they knocked down their companions behind them.
At this distance, if the muzzle is raised, it should be able to projectile the ratman...
Fermi borrowed the magic musket from the adjutant next to him, aimed at a ratman with the help of the illumination spell, raised the muzzle slightly, and held his breath...
Bang--
A few seconds later, the first gunshot from Hell Mountain rang out, and a spark was rubbed off the rock more than ten meters in front of the target ratman.
Fermi returned the gun, took another magic musket, raised the muzzle, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang--
Next to the targeted ratman, a ratman who was climbing the mountain with his head down suddenly burst into a ball of blood on the back of his neck, lost his life, and knocked down several ratmen behind him.
"Raise the muzzle to about one meter above the ratman's head!"
Fermi breathed a sigh of relief, turned back and shouted to the soldiers: "It's time to bring death to the ratman!"
The soldiers who could no longer hold back took their positions.
In addition to the magic muskets they held, they also carried another gun.
This was Annan's request: Bronzebeard worked 24 hours a day, relying on potions to stay awake just to rush out another 5,000 magic muskets for the soldiers to use in turn to avoid the tragedy of exploding.
Sparse gunshots began to sound, not in a uniform pattern.
War is the teacher of the soldiers... For example, they realized that volleys would not cause greater casualties, but would only cause more blood holes on the ratmen in front.
And continuous shooting would maximize the killing of enemies.
Even so, the ratmen still fell in rows, and their rolling knocked down more companions, like waves.
The continuous gunshots covered Lokren, who had not pulled the trigger.
It was not that he felt sorry for the miserable state of the ratmen being smashed into pulp, but that his hands were shaking constantly.
No one would have thought that...Locklen, who was among the top students in the training period, would be so scared that he couldn't even hold his gun steady...But he was really scared, just like when he fought the rat tide in the forest camp before. He was afraid that he would not be able to return to the beautiful Free City and would never see Nia again...
But she played well with the children in the orphanage. Even if he died here, she would still be able to live a good life...
Thinking so, Locklen suddenly found that his hands were no longer trembling. He almost thought that the encouragement had taken effect...until the dreamy elf wizard looked at the elf wizard who released the group blessing.
Locklen withdrew his gaze with some disappointment, took a deep breath, recovered his concentration during training, and aimed at the ratmen-
As the gunshots continued, the ratmen's front began to retreat.
But another knowledge that the war taught them was: just as there would be appetizers for the nobles' dinner, the ratmen's attack also had a prelude
Rat tide-rat tide-mixed rat tide-elite rat tide composed of ratmen priests, elite rats and wild rats-
The ratmen relied on this simple and unpretentious set of skills to be invincible in the south, and even the gods could only drive them out of their homes.
Hellfire has only experienced the third stage at most, while Blackwatch lasted two days in the fourth stage.
Now relying on the terrain, they avoided the troublesome rat tide and started directly from the second stage, and they were still at ease.
"Can I try?" Belial couldn't help but said.
Fermi stared at the rat tide pulling back and forth on the concrete slope without looking back: "Can you use it?"
"Almost."
Just then, an elite rat appeared in sight, and Fermi gave him his orichalcum musket.
"Why is it different?"
"The power of the 'can opener' is greater than that of an ordinary musket." Fermi said the nickname of the orichalcum musket, pointing to the elite rat about 300 meters away, "Try that iron can, aim the muzzle about... 30 centimeters above the head."
"What is a centimeter?"
"It means raising it ten inches."
Belial understood and drew a picture of the elite rat in the distance that was not much bigger than an ant.
Bang——
The loud gunshot of the orichalcum musket made the surrounding soldiers look up, and when they saw it was Belial, they retracted their gaze.
Fermi looked at the Elite Rat in the distance. Its breastplate and chest exploded, and undigested food and intestines flowed out.
As expected of a master swordsman, Belial's hands were extremely steady. Even though it was his first time firing a gun, he used a bronze musket, a musket whose recoil could dislocate an ordinary person's joint.
"Fermi, this thing is better than a greatsword!" Belial raised the bronze musket in shock.