From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 430, Bullets, Fire, Blood, Death

There is nothing new under the sun. Just as ship after ship of Planetary Guards, Imperial Army, and cannon fodder troops were being dropped onto the Shenqi Star after passing through various obstacles, a grand mobilization was also taking place on the Shenqi Star.

It's called mobilization, but in fact it's the same old thing. In the downtown area of ​​the city, the declining city, and the various ratman strongholds, with glory, money, future, power, and oh yes, these temple priests have to use something more, that is, faith. Under these slogans, boatloads of ratmen are thrown onto the battlefield.

There is no way around this. After all, neither the First Expeditionary Fleet nor the temple priests can actually rely solely on elite troops to complete a planetary-level war. These planetary guards, the Imperial Army, and these cannon fodder boys are necessary. Although their casualties would probably be unimaginably large, it doesn't matter. Obviously, both warring parties don't care about this.

That dusty Gobi Desert, where many stories about rat people were once kept, has now become a battlefield again.

A large number of guys holding old weapons and who had only received simple training were dropped here in large numbers, in groups. As advance troops, what they had to do was not complicated, in fact, extremely simple. To hold on was what the ratmen bigwigs required of them. But for themselves, what they had to do was also not complicated. Just to survive.

Waving the rusty shovel in their hands, without any decent equipment on their bodies, old construction machinery was roaring not far from them, but in fact, these old and clumsy guys could not play any greater role, and the hard soil of the Gobi Desert also brought considerable trouble to the matter. A large number of ratmen were digging fortifications on the battlefield.

The enemy has not arrived yet. Not far away, the ratman captain, who is older but knows better what they will face next, is roaring into the communicator in his hand.

"We can't hold on with just these. Even for the great emperor, we need more and better equipment!"

Perhaps because of the price paid for deploying these guys, the ratman master above, a big ratman, agreed to the captain's request and a batch of equipment will be airdropped soon.

The rat boys in the trenches still had a bit of confusion on their faces. It was obvious that they didn't have much knowledge about this war, but it was not their fault. After all, in the training center, those impatient rat instructors actually only taught them three things: one, listen to the orders of the rat officers, two, dig trenches, and three, shoot. That's all.

The advance team sent up this time were not particularly capable elites. After a simple calculation, the ratmen officers in those huge warships had already determined that this ground war against the Shenqi Star would be a protracted war. Naturally, the first group to be sent up would not be elites.

A few rat boys were squatting in a trench that had just been dug, holding their guns. They were chatting casually.

"You said, are those, are they true?"

"what?"

"Didn't the instructors tell us during the recruitment that as long as we are brave enough, we can achieve those things!"

A rat boy was gesticulating with his hands. He was not too afraid at the moment because he came from a relatively peaceful agricultural town.

"do not know."

A slightly silent rat boy did not give a positive answer. He was not so lucky. He came from the lower city of the declining mining city. This conversation did not last long. The temple priests had a strong control over the Godly Star. Chaotic shouts rang out at the moment when the guys who were thrown down had just dug the trenches.

The rat boy who came from an easy farming town excitedly poked his head out of the trench with an old steam gun in his hand. In fact, what they saw now was not that beyond the scope.

Because the Crusades that arrived here were a group of guys who had just been assembled, and they didn't even have time to equip themselves with heavy firepower. Under the numerous flags and the flags of the rat priests who were roaring wildly, there were still a group of rat boys who were equally confused and ignorant.

The boy from the agricultural town pulled the trigger in excitement. He seemed to really believe that participating in this war could bring him the things that only existed in the slogans.

Glory, money, power, the admiration of the rat people, one's own name, everything one could possibly want.

The fired bullet streaked across the cheek of a frenzied ratman priest at the front, interrupting his frantic movements. He touched his face during the pause and saw the bright red blood. With a loud roar, this planet-level ground conquest battle began.

Fire, death, blood, these elements have never been absent in the history of the ratmen, and they will still be present at this time, but now there is one more thing: bullets.

Bullets, fire, blood, death.

Crazy cries, scarlet eyes, fear, trembling figures, and those ratmen who died simply without gaining anything.

The boy from the agricultural town was dead. He was shot in the eye by an ordinary steam bullet and was killed directly. He fell in the trench. Their equipment was too poor. They had not even waited for the airdrop and did not even have a helmet. They only had a blue coat.

The silent kid from the mining city pushed the body of the kid from the agricultural town away because the body was in a good shooting position and the enemy was about to rush up and he had to take the lead.

Not for anything else, just to survive.

A difficult war was fought on this crude battlefield. After a day, most of the frenzied rat priests who had come to attack were finally killed, and the attacking rats retreated in large numbers.

It is hard to imagine that this group of rabble actually managed to hold on! This is really a surprising thing.

More and better equipment, more rat boys, and some heavy equipment were dropped after today. As for those guys who died, perhaps they would also be remembered as the rat affairs officers in the flagship staff, becoming a black swan event that was not a miracle and made these guys marvel.

(End of this chapter)