The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 158 Hearty Victory!

When the most proud warrior of the tribe fell, all the gnolls also lost their confidence in continuing to fight.

"Great shaman, let's withdraw!"

Ward shouted to Samir, at this time there are fewer and fewer wolf men still fighting around, and the army has already been reduced to less than 400 people.

"No way, really no way."

Samir murmured, he was not very pedantic, and he really planned to run away.

Even Birol put away his thoughts on casting spells, since he was about to get wet, he couldn't let himself be seen by raising his gun.

The situation on the frontal battlefield quickly turned into a rout, and as the bloody battle flag was ruthlessly cut down by the companion guards, no wolf man dared to turn back and fight.

The cannons reaped the lives of the defeated army from time to time. Fortunately, the jackals were relieved that the rats did not launch a chase.

The Companion Guards were immediately mobilized to support the river bank, while the third and fourth battalions held the encirclement in place.

Just when the jackals dragged their muddy bodies and rushed to the edge of the ditch exhaustedly, they found that the ladder they had erected earlier had long since disappeared.

All the warriors guarding here to ensure their retreat were also killed. What's more, those rats even burned the suspension bridge!
Now all the gnolls were trapped here to death.

Outside the trench, a centurion formed by the Eagle Eye Brigade and the Household Rats was staring at them.

Several Jackals tried to climb over, but were quickly shot to death with crossbow arrows.

At the same time, the firepower of Jiyuan's guns did not stop for a moment, and the jackals were thrown off their feet by those who were shot, and they no longer knew where to flee.

"Go to the river! Only there is a chance of survival!"

At the critical juncture, Priest Birol realized that the warriors should have an advantage on the river bank, and they only need to escape by boat!
The large troops quickly followed Birol and turned around.

Dozens of corpses were thrown along the way, but they never thought that before they found the wolf man army on the river bank, the warriors of the kingdom took the initiative to meet them.

"What are you? You broke through the lines of the rats?"

Birol asked his most trusted adjutant, his tone full of joy.

These more than 100 kingdom warriors came from the river in mighty force. Doesn't it mean that they have managed to keep a way out?
Unexpectedly, the adjutant said:
"Yes, sorry, Priest Birol, we were driven back here
but!But it's not our fault!We've killed more than half of them already!Who knew those rats hadn't collapsed yet! "

Then, the partner guards broke out from the outside, and joined forces with the remnants of the second brigade, finally rescued the remaining ratmen troops, and drove the jackals on the river bank to the middle.

Now the two attacking forces can finally reunite.

Snapped!
The furious Birol slapped the adjutant on the face.

"Useless stuff! Trash! Beast! You even ran into the encirclement on your own initiative!"

Now the situation is just like what Samir analyzed, the human actually surrounded them with only more than 400 ratmen.

In this situation, Samir could only let out a long sigh, knowing that the general situation was over, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

And the dialogue between Birol and the adjutant also attracted heavy firepower from the territory. Except for the dimensional lightning cannon that had emptied its ammunition, the raised gun and artillery all greeted them.

A dimensional stone bullet shot from a distance pierced Birol's chest. Facts have proved that an extraordinary person without the blessing of corruption can't survive a round at all with the gun.

The priest in charge of the power of the sun just died on the battlefield aggrieved.

Under Ickert's leadership, the cannons loaded with shotguns also approached the Gnoll man.

"Great shaman, let me take the warriors to charge again."

Ward finally begged that Samir, who was desperate, could only let him try.

In this case, the Gnoll, who had seen Ickert's massacre methods, planned to fight with his back.

"Warriors of the tribe, we can't survive anymore! Rather than being humiliated and eaten by those rats, it's better to kill a few more!"

Ward's words rekindled the fighting spirit of the warriors, because if they surrendered, they would only die worse.

At this time, Ickert also had to swallow the evil results brought about by the three-light policy. Even though the wolves were surrounded to despair, they still ignited the last trace of morale.

If they confronted the current jackals head-on, they would have to fight off a hundred elite ratmen.

"Let the goblins out."

In order to reduce the casualties of the Ratmen and at the same time buy more time for the long-range weapons to output, Ickert ordered the release of the goblin cannon fodder that had been prepared long ago.

Three hundred goblins rushed towards the Wolf man with strange weapons in their hands, and they were defeated as soon as they met.

It's not so much a battle as a Gnoll slaughtering goblins.

It was the first time for the tribal warriors to rush so happily.

However, when the Sassamaria guns fired shotguns, each gun could throw more than 120 marbles forward.

And when Ickert fires, he doesn't care whether there are goblins in the shooting range, he only weighs whether the shot is profitable or not.

It was the first time that the jackals who rushed straight over saw the power of shotguns, and more than 50 people were killed in one encounter.

Whether it is an ordinary soldier or a warrior in armor, in front of the large-caliber artillery, all living beings are equal without any discrimination.

As for the tragic death of the goblin, it was naturally ignored by both sides.

Under the continuous bombardment of cannons, the jackals also reached their limits, and those warriors who were not afraid of death were almost dead because they rushed too far.

These warriors who were full of holes and died tragically broke through the last psychological defense line of the wolf man.

Immediately afterwards, Samir, who was trying to cast a spell, was also given special care. A whole round of shotguns was aimed at him alone, and 78 rounds of shotguns tore his body apart, and nothing could save him.

After repeated blows, only a small number of kingdom warriors were still stubbornly resisting, but after Ickert used the "flame storm" that was as tall as a city wall, everyone was honest.

"Wilbur, tell them to surrender."

More than 200 jackals, if all of them are subdued, can be used as labor force and food reserve.

However, Ickert has other intentions to subdue them, which is related to the perfection of the territory's arms.

With Windsor's grain harvest this year, he can fully support these guys.

Under the persuasion of Wilbur's use of wolf language, the last two hundred wolf man cowards had no choice but to put down their weapons, and according to the requirements of the rat people, they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

And the entire Windsor Territory was already littered with corpses, and the blood dyed the farmland red. The shields and pieces of meat floating on the blood-red farmland fully showed Ickert what it meant to bleed and drift.

The ratmen who had finally won roared, venting the pressure of the battle to the sky, and mourning the loss of their combat partners.

And after the short-term heartache passed, the victory brought an extremely happy mood.

(End of this chapter)