Chapter 204, Poor Quality Firewood

A massive mobilization began.

Everything was being sent to the battlefield in the distance.

The resources mobilized by the grassland cities were first sent to the deep pit that had begun to be painted scarlet.

A large number of young rats, rat mercenaries, and various fragmented weapons were sent here.

Most of these young rats had just left the breeding house, and the soft fur on their bodies had not yet completely faded. They came out of the underground tunnel and looked at everything in the city with curiosity.

Everything was so new, and they didn't know what fate was waiting for them. They blocked the exit of the underground tunnel, curiously and greedily looking at everything in front of them, until the big claw priest who led the team began to wave the whip and shouted loudly, and then they took steps in panic in the commotion.

Not only did they arrive in this city, but there were also teams of rat mercenaries, spears, nets, slings, and leather armor that was either worn out or stained with blood. They arrived for many reasons, but most of them were for blood mushrooms, or simply couldn't escape.

Supported by the Rat Lord, they could not escape the Rat Lord's manipulation.

A Rat Lord had desperately begun to gather strength for the God's gift.

They were just the vanguard that was thrown in first.

Pausing in front of the open-air temple at the bottom of the pit, praying devoutly to the great God in the depths of their hearts, the God's gift was indeed so tempting, but it could not fall into the hands of these humble guys.

This is why joining the Eastern Expeditionary Force of Rat War is a good option for most rats.

Just for a little blood mushroom.

A new day of war has begun.

Young rats and rat mercenaries are just cannon fodder, but there are also differences between cannon fodder. Rat mercenaries are more valuable than young rats.

Behind the young rats, in order to maximize their value, Rat War also made a promise to them.

Kill two hundred enemies in this war, or capture a flag, and they can also become a rat warlord.

A few words of lightness brought out the role of these rat mercenaries to the maximum.

On the battlefield, the young rats quickly started to riot under great pressure, trying to escape and attacking the rat mercenaries behind them.

But they chose the wrong enemy. Although the rat mercenaries were far less professional than the cold-blooded executioners of the Rat War's guards, they were also a group of guys who had considerable experience in dealing with rats.

The rioting young rats were easily executed, thinking whether the heads of these young rats could be used as their own merits.

They were indeed eager for an opportunity.

Until the young rats were completely defeated and killed, the cruel war could almost destroy everything. The performance of these rat mercenaries was not much better than that of the young rats, and they could not retreat either.

Every day, or every moment, young rats and rat mercenaries arrived in this city.

Most of them were greeted with death, and the process was not even delayed. They left the underground tunnel, were escorted to the battlefield by the rat-man supervision team, and then died in this cruel war.

This process was quick and efficient. The rats were not tough, neither their defense line nor their warriors could be called tough.

It was just that inferior firewood was thrown into the blazing fire all the time. These firewoods were not of high quality and burst into crackling sounds when licked by the flames, but fortunately they were in constant supply, and the flames were hot and vigorous.

It's not that there are no lucky people.

When the night falls, when both sides are exhausted and have to rest, the opportunity to breathe will come.

If you are a lucky guy, then at this time you will probably be able to crawl out of the layers of corpses with difficulty, with a trance and frightened expression on your face.

Until a sudden sound of fragmentation appeared around me, I wanted to wave my weapon in fear, but found that the weapon in my hand had long been lost in the layers of corpses.

Don't be afraid, as a lucky guy, you survived, even the trance and panic will soon be occupied by anger.

Because you will find that your companions, those lucky guys who also survived this cruel war have begun to collect the spoils on the battlefield.

No, this is not his, this is also a part of me, no! This is all mine! All these spoils are mine!

He let out a sharp hiss in anger and began to wrestle with the dirty and greedy guy in front of him, fighting each other on the layers of corpses.

Not long after, the supervision team arrived at the battlefield where the battle ended. They were sent by the Rat War to sweep the battlefield. Although the war was cruel, the trade did not stop either. One after another, the rat caravans wandered on this cruel battlefield.

After all, no matter what you do, you need blood mushrooms.

The arrival of the Supervisory Team stopped the fighting. They wanted to escape in fear. These guys often had an instinctive fear of the Supervisory Team, even if they had just crawled out of this cruel battlefield with difficulty.

They dispersed in large numbers, but it was useless. The guys who survived were considered to have passed the preliminary tempering and were no longer used as cannon fodder. They would become a formal part of the Eastern Expeditionary Force in Shu Zhan's hands.

Shu Zhan has always done this, and only cruel wars can temper these guys into a group of truly useful guys.

The cruel war brought unparalleled opportunities. Only on the third day of this war, some ratmen had already met Shu Zhan's requirements.

Seize a flag.

A senior ratman warrior came to Shu Zhan with a flag.

Shu Zhan did not break his promise.

A lucky guy, but some people are lucky and some are unlucky.

In a corner of the battlefield, a disheveled guy crawled out of the pile of corpses.

Qi once again lost all the chips in his hand. Even though he was very careful, he once again sent out all the troops in his hand on the third day of the war.

Not only that, he even lost the flag that he had held in his hand for a long time.

Today, he was targeted by a fox army. Even though he was so careful and led the army to the forefront of the war, trying his best to avoid being involved in the front line of the war, he was still targeted.

A brutal fight broke out, and his army was almost completely destroyed. He was also shot by an arrow and survived by hiding in a pile of corpses.

He climbed out with difficulty, but his face was more angry and sad.

He once again threw away all the chips in his hand, and even threw away the flag that had been with him for a long time.

Obviously he was so careful, obviously he was so careful.

In war after war, he was already a powerful warrior, even comparable to the group of ratmen raiders.

Just why.

In this dark night, he looked around in confusion. He lost everything in his hands again, and this time he lost more cleanly than the previous times.

Qi remembered this hatred, and remembered it firmly. He would take revenge, and he would definitely take revenge.

He bent down and searched among the corpses. Not long after, he found a relatively complete spear.

He stood up, and he still had a chance. He had retained his strength in the war in the past two days and accumulated a lot of merits. With these merits, he could exchange for a lot of blood mushrooms. He needed blood mushrooms to recover from his injuries. He still had a chance, as long as he was alive.

But all these merits were used to exchange for blood mushrooms, and he was a little further away from becoming a rat warlord.

"Damn you, damn you, I remember you, and I will definitely take revenge!"

Qi kept whispering in a low voice, but with his staggering posture, he looked helpless and furious.

Not far away, there was a chaotic sound. Looking back, Qi stopped whispering, and his face was a little more flustered, and he quickened his pace.

He staggered away.

The ratman supervision team that was cleaning the battlefield arrived.

………….

On the other side, in the rolling hills.

The ratmen were about to open up a second front, and Sheng Qi was about to start marching under the order of the ratman council.

He was forced to temporarily leave this land that had just been conquered and had not yet been warmed up.

But it was not a bad thing.

The attention of the entire ratman kingdom was now attracted to the vast grassland.

The construction in the rolling hills was on the right track, especially after the blood pool on the sacred oak fell.

Although the pasture used to cultivate sacrifices had not kept up, he had destroyed this hill too thoroughly. This blackened hill was now even more desolate than the barren mountains that fell from the underground rat city.

Even the goblins were a bit too expensive to raise.

He could wait for the ecology to slowly recover after a while, but he was short of time now.

Fortunately, except for the pasture, there were no major problems with other things. Both the breeding house and the cave mushroom cultivation room were steadily built.

Although a large number of big claw priests were gathered towards the grassland during the conscription, the big claw priests who were incorporated into the Western Expeditionary Force were not recruited.

During this period, the construction of the rolling hills was always in the charge of these big claw priests.

As a price, an industrial zone was opened up at the root of the sacred oak.

This was the promise that Sheng Qi had made to them before.

He even tolerated them to build a so-called ore spirit temple at the root of the sacred oak.

After the blood pool on the sacred oak fell, the previous plan was overturned, and a secret city began to be built relying on the dead sacred oak.