From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 443: Tank Charge Under the Mushroom Cloud
What's more, the rats are even more generous and magnanimous than those big cities in the desert.

Well, it’s hard to imagine that one day these two words would appear in a sentence to describe rat people. It’s really incredible.

Rats are generous and kind.

Okay, okay, it's hard to imagine, but in reality, this is how it is.

What the rats can give is the various kinds of mushrooms that have proliferated after the materials and resources have been replenished. These mushrooms have recently experienced a period of rapid growth and are being put into blenders in batches, crushed, and then filled into various cans.

These are the cans distributed by the rats. The battleship rats were so tired of eating these canned mushrooms that they wanted to throw all the canned mushrooms in their hands into the incinerator.

Damn, those ratmen engineers, they clearly promised that they had made improvements to these mushrooms, but the reality is that if you eat a little more, that indescribable feeling of nausea will come out, as if you are eating frozen, coagulated pieces of leather. It feels terrible.

In this situation, the rat people were extremely generous when giving away these cans of mushrooms.

Damn it, no one wants to eat this fast-growing mushroom that can expand at least seven times in seven days.

Such generosity makes the wastelanders grateful.

The flag's domestication program was successful.

The steam train was racing across the desert. It was the ratmen warriors of the First Galloping Army of the First Expeditionary Fleet.

Several fully armed ratmen warriors were galloping across the sand in boredom.

Passing by several small oases, he threw out a few boxes under the wary gaze of the guys inside, and then just walked away.

The gerbils in the oasis were looking at the boxes thrown out by the ratmen in the ruins with some confusion. It was obvious that they had no idea what the actions of this group of powerful short-haired rats that had attacked them a few days ago meant.

The oldest elder in the group made some gestures to the boys, and they immediately climbed out of the ruins and grabbed the boxes that had been thrown down. Soon, they brought back several flat tin cans.

Looking at what they brought back, the gerbils gathered here tried to hide in panic. In the minds of these wastelanders, such tin cans could only represent one thing, and that was a bomb.

But the old elder had a pensive expression on his face.

He was an older gerbil man who had seen more things. He had some impression of these flat things. They didn't look like bombs, but rather like another kind of thing. He was not sure what they were.

Just thinking about this possibility, he couldn't help but swallow.

He nimbly climbed over the collapsed low wall, ran out of the ruins, came to the front of these young men, and took the flat round iron box in their hands with some impatience.

When he pulled the ring, what appeared in front of the old man was a ball of solidified white grease and white lumps wrapped in the white grease.

He hurriedly took out a piece and was sure that this was the thing he had gotten from a group of passing merchants when he was young. That time, he led the merchants for a long distance and they did not give him any compensation, but just gave him a thing like this.

Such a thing is called canned food.

I couldn't wait to stuff the white block in my hand into my mouth.

Suddenly, after an indescribable greasiness, there was a texture that was neither meat nor vegetarian, but similar to jelly, but tougher than jelly.

fantastic.

God knows what those rat engineers who cultivate mushrooms have tinkered with. They have turned those normal mushrooms into a kind that can double its size a day with just enough nutrients. The fat content of the entire mushroom is about 30%. They have turned those normal mushrooms into a strange super biochemical crop.

Just pour it into a big pot, add a little water, boil it for a while, and wait for the oil in the mushrooms to separate out. Then pour the mushroom soup into the can. That’s it, it’s done. Almost nothing else needs to be added. A can of canned mushrooms that can be stored for an almost unlimited time is born.

It can be said that this kind of fast-growing mushroom, except that it cannot grow a structure similar to an iron can and seal itself, is simply a perfect and somewhat exaggerated high-energy food.

But the price is, such high efficiency also brings a fatal disadvantage to these fast-growing mushrooms, that is, the high cost. The nutrient medium for cultivating them will be completely drained of nutrients in ten days. The need to frequently rotate the nutrient medium makes the cost of these canned oil mushrooms much higher than other types of mushrooms that can also be produced in the cultivation room.

That is to say, the flagship of the First Expeditionary Fleet carried a complete set of technology and machinery, plus a large-scale rat-man engineering corps. Otherwise, it would be difficult for these warship masters to eat these canned mushrooms even if they wanted to.

After taking the first bite, the old gerbil was addicted. The texture was close to meat and extremely greasy. It was hard to accept for the pampered young masters of the fleet ratmen, but for these gerbil wastelanders, it was something they wanted but could not even taste.

Let alone them, just the colleagues in the fleet landing corps, those hard-working rat-men imperial army, and the planetary guards, they would still be drooling with envy.

After one bite, the old gerbil's wrinkled face relaxed.

This is delicious! This is delicious! This is absolutely delicious!
It can be said that the rats gave the cheapest and most despised thing to them, but the thing that was most likely to make these wastelanders turn against them.

Gerbils, gerbil people, they are all rat people too. As long as they are rat people, how can they not like to eat mushrooms?

This was done twice. On the third trip, when the galloping soldiers of the First Galloping Army arrived at this small oasis again, they saw an old man kneeling in the yellow sand outside the oasis.

The driver in the steam armored vehicle looked at the kneeling old man outside through the window with great interest, nudged the guy next to him with his elbow, and soon, all his playful gazes fell on the kneeling old man outside the car.

These guys were not friendly, and were even extremely nasty. If it weren't for the steam armored vehicle between them, they would probably have grinned and laughed at this old guy.

But what does it matter? In this post-apocalyptic era, for those guys struggling in the yellow sand, survival is always the most important thing. Seeing the old guy's humble situation, the bad guys on the steam armored car pushed one more box off the car, and then swaggered away. After they left, the old gerbil immediately jumped up from the yellow sand. Soon, a large group of gerbils emerged from the ruins. They gathered around with joy on their faces, opened the boxes of wooden boxes, and smiled happily at the canned mushrooms inside.

Now they have completely forgotten the hatred not long ago, when the armored forces of the rats appeared from the end of the yellow sand and rudely smashed everything in their small settlement to pieces.

Perhaps, at this moment, some of these smiling gerbils on the field have relatives who were killed in that brutal action.

All I can say is that in doomsday, the priority is always to survive, not anything else. The rules of the wasteland era are completely different from those of the civilized era. There is no civilization, and people embrace barbarism just to stay alive.

It won't be long before the gerbils who think they are the masters of this planet are ready to push back. If they really defeat the ratmen, they may be annoyed to find that these wastelanders, whom they look down upon, will transform into the most loyal second-class ratmen and resist them with a resolute and tenacious attitude.

Loyalty! For the Skaven! For the Skaven Empire! For the great Skaven Emperor!

This will be a wonderful scene.

On the war front, the force now fighting against the First Expeditionary Fleet, or rather, being attacked by the Ratman First Expeditionary Fleet, is a gerbil force called War Fortress. They seem to have inherited most of the military power of the gerbils' golden age.

At least these guys' tanks are not like those of Nkosri's gang, who can only pull out a mere 500 tanks.

Although their tanks are not as surprising as the pioneers of Nankos, they have sufficient numbers, and they are all nuclear-powered and can fire artillery. There are as many as five armored clusters of thousands of tanks at the forefront of this war.

At the same time, there are densely packed fortresses and fortresses.

As early as the fall of Enkos, this war fortress seemed to be preparing to fight against the uninvited ratmen.

The defense line has not been completely built, but it has been completed for the most part.

For the first time since the fall of Enkos, the Skaven's advance slowed down.

In the yellow sand, the Ratmen's mad army is advancing. In fact, the Ratmen's armored force is definitely not small. Steam tanks and various armored vehicles are densely lined up in this empty desert, forming a large black mass.

The Ratmen have a standard battleship army, one thousand steam tanks equipped with psychic steam hybrid engines, three thousand armored vehicles, a legion of one hundred thousand people, and a logistics supply team of twenty thousand people. One army is composed of 120,000 Ratmen.

This configuration cannot be said to be bad, but it is still somewhat inferior to the army pulled out from this war fortress.

The main reason is that the ratmen can no longer mobilize more troops. Even if the production capacity brought by the industrial zone that is gradually resuming operation in the flagship is terrifying, and no matter how many weapons are produced, there are not enough ratmen warriors to control it.

In response to this situation, the flag has already made an allocation for the next generation of immature ratmen cubs of the First Expeditionary Fleet. Half of the newborn ratmen will be incorporated into the battle sequence, but they still need time to grow.

A premeditated surprise attack on the marching army began, with the first to be hit being a nuclear bomb with terrifying power.

The cylindrical missile, dragging a tail flame, exploded in the sky, bringing out a huge mushroom cloud and clearing the sky in an instant.

The commander on the opposite side, the commander of the war fortress, did not choose to directly use this nuclear bomb with terrifying equivalent to attack the marching army. The rat army was too scattered. At the same time, the life support systems of these tanks prepared for interstellar colonization were capable of internal circulation in the tank. If used to attack the rat army running wildly on the ground, although the momentum was huge, except for the steam tanks that hit the center area would be directly destroyed, the rat tanks that were a little further away would be able to survive.

Unable to kill effectively.

And the most important thing is that the rat people's reliance on expanding their territory on the Yellow Sand Star has never been the rat army advancing on the ground, but those warships that firmly grasp the air supremacy and have an absolute generation gap with the sand rat aircraft.

This nuclear bomb is designed to suppress these unscrupulous small warships. The terrifying electromagnetic shocks that echo in the sky can effectively suppress the ratmen's small warship fleet, preventing them from participating in this ground war for a certain period of time.

The commander of the war fortress obviously had his own unique understanding of the barrel theory.

It is the weakest part, not the strongest part, that matters.

Compared to those small warship groups that are difficult to target and cannot be defeated, and the main part of the Ratman's First Expeditionary Fleet floating in the sky, these marine corps racing across the yellow sand are not so powerful that they are almost invincible.

However, defeating these ratmen armies can have the same effect as defeating those warships.

The ratmen came here to colonize, and if their ground troops were wiped out, the ratmen would naturally have to slow down the pace of colonization, or perhaps simply give up colonization.

No matter what the situation is, he can give the major gerbil forces and giant cities on this planet an excellent buffer time.

Slowly at the edge of the yellow sand, amidst the loud noise and the strong wind that almost swept away everything, gray-black tanks appeared from the end of the desert, and along with these tanks came the endless infantry.

These gerbil infantrymen, wearing black long-nosed gas masks and holding rifles in their hands, swarmed behind the huge cluster of tanks.

It's clear that this is going to be a tough battle, and now the situation seems to have reversed a little.

The rats not only became the challenged, but also the besieged.

Amid the rising yellow sand, in the steam tanks that had recovered from the nuclear explosion, there were loud shouts.

"Forward! Forward!"

The two sides began to charge at each other.

(End of this chapter)