From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 350, Scavenger Flag
Outside the blood-stained fortress.

Qi was giving his speech in the trench, holding his flag high. In front of him gathered a large group of ratmen with confusion in their eyes.

During this period, Qi's situation was not good. The temple guards were not so cruel as to deprive Qi of the qualification to participate in this war, but the supplies sent to him were indeed decreasing.

In order to maintain the organization of his army in this brutal war, he had to do some not very decent things.

Recruit the fleeing ratmen warriors, collect the weapons and equipment scattered on the battlefield, and collect the bodies of the dead ratmen warriors in exchange for blood mushrooms.

Rang Qi earned the title of a scavenger, but there was no other way. Doing these things was an extremely helpless choice.

If he did not recruit those fleeing ratmen warriors, it would be difficult for him to maintain the size of his army. If he did not collect the weapons and equipment scattered on the battlefield, he would have no new equipment to distribute.

Although the bigwigs in the Ratman Council were generous, they only distributed equipment once to each Ratman warrior who stepped onto the battlefield for the first time.

Later on, the rat warlords who lead the army still have to find a solution themselves. At this time, the support of the rear forces is very critical.

But the flag now obviously does not have any support from the rear.

I had no choice but to collect some useful things on the battlefield like a scavenger.

The speech is over.

The ratman warriors in his hands completed collecting another round of corpses.

There are rat caravans that will buy these corpses, but the prerequisite is to collect enough of them. Qi has been doing this, exchanging them for some blood mushrooms and buying some cave mushrooms.

The war did not go so smoothly, or rather, it did not go as expected. There was not enough spoils of war. Although this was just the beginning, the rat caravans that went back and forth could not go back empty-handed.

Take back whatever you can buy.

When they had no other choice, they even began to purchase large quantities of various minerals produced in the area.

An extremely large mineral vein exists not far behind the Twin Fortresses.

In such a situation, the mountains of rat warrior corpses on the battlefield can naturally exist as a commodity.

It should not be used for sacrifice, but it can be used as fertilizer, processed as nutritious food for use in breeding rooms, or the skin can be peeled off and nitrated.

After all, after the war broke out, all kinds of measures were put into operation, but now there are no heretics on the account, so these measures naturally cannot be idle.

A dead ratman is not worth much blood mushroom, even after going through various processing steps.

But it's just sitting there anyway, so why not try to deal with it?

With nodding and bowing, Qi brought a pile of ratman corpses to a big claw priest.

In terms of status, Qi, as a ratman warlord, is higher than the Big Claw Priest, but what the actual situation is still depends on the actual situation.

During this period of time, Qi stockpiled a lot of dried cave mushrooms by picking up corpses.

The situation on the battlefield is about to change.

This can be seen from the increasing number of war equipment being sent here.

A huge steel fortress has begun to be assembled outside the Twin Fortresses.

Even though it was some distance away, as long as you looked up, you could clearly see the dark fortress gradually taking shape.

In order to build this fortress, an extra tall tower was first constructed. Gears of all sizes were tied to metal cables and were slowly pulled up by the slave rats with great effort, and landed in the metal fortress.

Gears of all sizes are densely packed together and mesh with each other, making people feel dizzy at first glance.

This was specially prepared for conquering the human fortress.

The pause in the war made both sides who supported the raid feel dissatisfied and they pushed forward urgently.

However, these have nothing to do with Qi for the time being, even though he is one of the three rat warlords who presided over this war.

But he was just a pitiful guy picking up trash on the battlefield.

Qi originally thought so.

Until at a meeting, the new private army leader and the war priest turned their attention to him.

No one can be immune to it, especially when your power is not strong enough.

Qi and his army were pushed to the front line. The next attack will be led by Qi. Normally, this would not be Qi's turn, but as a leader, this is also an achievement.

Those two guys had been greedily trying their best to grab any bit of credit.

Trouble is coming, but Qi cannot shirk it.

There is no shirking in this holy war. Many ratmen and bigwigs are watching this war at this moment. The holy war must move forward, and can only move forward.

After the death of the white rat, the rat people's holy war became more extreme, and they could no longer accept failure.

Just accept the words.

When leaving the meeting tent, Qi's face showed more sorrow.

He always felt that everything he faced and encountered was so unpleasant.

He has tried very hard to keep the troops in his hands. Without the troops, what would the Ratman warlord be?

Qi saw this very clearly, but he could do nothing about it. Under the gaze of a pair of fanatical eyes, Qi appeared in the blood-stained trench at the front of the battlefield.

The ratmen warriors in his hands, those guys gathered together, good and bad, they cast fanatical gazes at him.

There was a hint of ferocity on Qi's face.

He was the least noticeable of the three rat warlords on the battlefield at that moment. Of course, it wouldn't always be like this. It wouldn't always be like this.

Without fear, without fear of death, on this battlefield, Qi climbed out of the trench and appeared in the eyes of everyone on the battlefield.

Waving the flag.

A rustling sound appeared, and countless ratmen warriors appeared on the battlefield with fanaticism and excitement.

Crowded and shouting.

Qi shouted loudly at this moment.

"For the sake of God! And for myself!

For glory, for achievement, and for myself!"

At this moment, countless guys who climbed out of the trenches and poured into the battlefield, those unqualified guys, those defective products, began to respond loudly.

This group of lowly guys are, on the contrary, the more qualified ratmen among the vast number of ratmen warriors. They make few flags and their techniques are crude, not to mention sophisticated. Every day they go up to the high platform, waving flags and repeating a few words that they have said countless times.

But it works.

At least these lowly guys can know what they can want and what they can get, instead of dying on the battlefield in confusion and being pushed by the rat priests or the supervisors.

Respond loudly.

The ratmen who climbed out of the trenches responded loudly to Qi's words.

"For the gods! And for myself!
For glory, achievement, and for myself!"

It is very interesting to see the army that Qi led out in a strange way.

He didn't need the magic of the rat priests, nor the pressure of the supervision team, he just ran wildly on the battlefield.

Without the support of the vast number of war machines, and without those manic and dangerous deformed ratmen, these guys who were once regarded as failures just ran wildly on this bloody land, shouting slogans that were constantly repeated.

Is Qi surprised by this scene? Of course he is surprised.

He remembered the white saline lake and those defective guys who had spared no effort to send him out.

He is a liar, a liar who has nothing. He has to shout slogans but cannot come up with any practical slogans. He shouts and does all these for his own sake.

Those ratmen who were shouting this slogan fanatically had already crashed heavily into the wall of the tall fortress. It was no different from the past, they died, fell down continuously, and turned into corpses.

Qi's expression became more and more ferocious.

He was indeed a liar, a guy who crawled out of the garbage dump, a defective rat man.

Even though Shu Zhan was not tolerant of him, he was actually quite grateful to him. If it weren't for Shu Zhan, he might still be wandering around in that unknown rat city in a daze, competing with other guys in the shadows for even a cave mushroom that suddenly grew in a humid area.

But the rat died in battle.

Now, that grand journey, the great development that was passed down by word of mouth among all the rats, has come to a halt with the death of Rat Zhan.

Even though the temple guards supported the rat farmers, ordinary guys like them also had more options to join the rat mercenaries.

But, but everything is different.

He truly became a ratman warlord in that great development!
Qi once thought that with the help of the temple guards, he could go further, but it was not until Shu Zhan's death and he was pushed onto the battlefield that he finally understood.

They understood the importance of Rat War to themselves, and understood how important a commander who was willing to give them a chance was to these lowly guys.

An angry roar on this battlefield.

Together with many other lowly fellows, they attacked the tall city in front of them in this holy war.

They are not the protagonists of this war, and they are not even the instigators. They can only be considered as the guys who appear to create an atmosphere before the final battle.

That unknown guy.

Qi doesn't want it to be like this forever.

Roaring angrily on the battlefield, he once climbed up the city wall. As the first rat warlord to climb this heretical fortress, his flag fluttered wantonly on the city wall.

It's a pity that he didn't gain a firm foothold and fell from the wall under the pressure of the magic knight who was pressing down on him like a city wall.

Lying in the pile of corpses under the city wall, Qi was really unwilling to accept the fact that he was not as big a figure as he had thought.

No, they are much better than that. Those ratmen who keep falling from the city wall are the real despicable ones.

These piles of corpses are not even worthy of being remembered as numbers.

The flag is much better than them.

(End of this chapter)