From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 447, War, a war that shed the blood of both gerbil people and gerbil people.

There is not much to do every day. Sleep, get up, eat canned mushrooms, listen to the roars of the short-haired and generally taller ratmen on the battlefield to obey orders, and then run and listen to simple formation explanations.

In fact, it just means teaching these gerbils to line up and charge forward.

As a young gerbil who arrived late in this great conscription, Shazao didn't actually touch his own weapons until ten days before the end of the third month.

Some crude and simple guns, some sticks that can fire bullets. Generally speaking, there is no problem at all in calling these cheap things with only five parts sticks.

Taking into account that so many weapons and equipment are to be given, and the fact that the gerbils are basically positioned as cannon fodder, not to mention the infantry suits carrying small boilers, the rat engineers are reluctant to hand over these weapons with complex structures to the gerbils.

Then, the gunpowder weapons that were abandoned by the rats long ago have re-entered the sight of the rats.

In the branch of individual weapons, it's not that the rats didn't mention the gunpowder technology line, but they simply didn't work hard on this technical route and switched to the steam engine route without hesitation.

In fact, it is not correct to call it a steam engine. It should be a steam magic engine. After being mixed into the magic engine technology route, the steam engine, or the magic steam engine, this technology route has been developed to an extremely exaggerated degree by the rat people.

This can be seen from the equipment worn by these battleship ratmen, who are also the ratman instructors who teach these sand rats.

It's not just a bulky boiler connected to a hot iron rod, but actually steam engines of all sizes, exoskeleton auxiliary frames, and various firearms components that are paired with different engines.

No kidding, after being equipped with large steam engines and high-speed nozzles, these battleship rat infantry can even use these steam guns to penetrate the tank armor of the gerbils.

This is a very mature system. In fact, those power armors are the result of the expansion of such a weapon system.

Of course, not many people in the Ratman Empire actually enjoy such a sophisticated weapon system. A bulky steam boiler and a boiling iron rod can be said to be one of the actual situations.

That's how it is for those planet guards.

The rat engineers in the First Expeditionary Fleet who had picked up gunpowder weapons again designed the simple gunpowder iron rods in the hands of the sand rat conscripts at an extremely fast speed, and activated the terrifying production capacity of the industrial zone in the flagship. In a very short period of time, they produced a standard three-piece set of cannon fodder.

Anonymous Rifle: This is the name given to this gun by the Skaven engineers, an ultimate cannon fodder weapon with only five metal parts.

Anonymous bulletproof breastplate: This is a one-piece cast heavy metal breastplate that only protects the body.

Anonymous Bulletproof Helmet: A cheap stamped helmet.

This is the equipment that the gerbils will carry when they go to the battlefield. How should I put it? It's very cheap.

Almost all the items in this set are formed in one piece using stamping technology, and many of them even have sharp burrs on the edges. This is because the assembly needs to be done too quickly, so the ratmen engineers didn't even polish the molds carefully. Many helmets are even just thick iron sheets with curves.

Of course, this three-piece set of the Anonymous is not without its advantages. The ratmen are extremely advanced in materials science, and the First Expeditionary Fleet, which has just captured an iron meteor, is not short of iron.

The materials used for this anonymous three-piece suit are quite solid and rough, but there is no cutting corners, and it can even make some poor planetary guards envious.

To be honest, the ratmen have indeed pushed steam technology to a new level, and their pneumatic weapons are in no way inferior to kinetic weapons. The only big problem is maintenance.

Let’s not talk about how bulky and cumbersome it is, after all, a miniaturized steam engine is only the size of an apple, but maintenance is a disaster that cannot be ignored.

Those miniaturized steam boilers are extremely complex and require careful maintenance every time they are used. Not to mention the battleship rat infantry, who are the absolute top-notch people in the Rat Empire.

Do you expect the bigwigs in the Ratman Empire to equip the poor Planetary Guard with a group of professional Ratman engineers to maintain their weapons?
I think you are crazy. Forget about maintaining the weapons of those guys. Their weapons may even be antiques from a hundred years ago. They will make a buzzing sound when they start, and may explode when they shift gears.

This makes the actual combat effectiveness of the planetary guards who are supposed to protect the planet really worrying. It is as if they have a slow-start feature. At the beginning of every fierce war, the planetary guards, which are almost unarmed, will inevitably suffer a setback. Until their personnel have been rotated one or two times and those old weapons have been worn out, the bigwigs above finally start to equip these poor guys with weapons that have just come out of the factory.

Only in this way can they slowly stabilize the battle line.

In this situation, even if the rat people have reached a considerable height in steam technology, for those poor people, it would be better to give them some gunpowder firearms.

At least you don't have to carry that overly bloated old steam engine. You can just throw the iron rod in your hand and run very fast.

Moreover, the manufacturing and maintenance costs of gunpowder weapons are obviously lower. In this case, the rat masters might be more willing to equip these poor people with some such cheap iron sticks.

Many of the planetary guards' weapons are not even as good as those of the gerbil boys equipped with the three-piece suit of the Nameless. It's really pitiful. They have finally gotten a better treatment.

Now, in terms of food and equipment, most of our Imperial Army are far inferior to these heretic cannon fodder.

It's true that I'm just crying the more I talk.

The Nameless Rifle, hastily made, had a big problem with ammunition. It was not a continuous-fire rifle, but a bolt-action rifle. The cold metal-cast gun body had a certain weight.

But every time a shot was fired, the pungent black smoke would suddenly gush out of the barrel the moment the bullet shell was ejected. It didn't take many shots for these gerbil boys to be dyed black by the black smoke.

This is a big drawback, which comes from the incomplete combustion of gunpowder. Although such a situation is not surprising, it is even extremely rare that the Unknown Rifle has only such a major problem besides being a little too long.

After all, no one knows where these rat engineers got the gunpowder formula from, and they even added some random things to modify the formula.

But what was strange was that, although the gunpowder seemed to be a little insufficient, the power of the Nameless Man's rifle did not seem to have any major problems. The bullet could easily penetrate the Nameless Man's bulletproof breastplate made by the ratmen within a range of two hundred meters.

The bulletproofness of this breastplate is really worrying, and it can only resist some scratches from stray bullets. However, it can easily penetrate it within a range of 200 meters. The gunpowder in these bullets is not fully burned. Isn't its power a bit too exaggerated?

Well, as long as you carefully observe the thickness of the bullet of the unknown man's rifle, you can see some clues.

Damn it, what on earth did these bastards come up with? What on earth was this bullet, which was a circle thinner than the gerbil man's wrist, used to shoot? Was it used to shoot tanks? The amount of gunpowder was really too exaggerated.

Okay, now I know why the rifle of the Nameless Man is too long. If it wasn't so long, these gerbil guys, whose heads are generally shorter than those of the rats, would probably fall over when they fired a shot.

This is very rat-man, this is very rat-man engineers, this is what they would do, these bastards!

But what can be said is that they did come up with a set of equipment out of thin air in just three months and produced more than 300,000 sets, arming these gerbil guys before the offensive plan began.

Of course, the rat people didn't keep them just to produce more mascots.

They are recruited to fill in the line. Since the war fortress on the opposite side likes to extend the front line, engage in trench warfare, and attack the fortress, then the flag is to have fun with them.

Time is on the side of the Rat People. With the massive replenishment of resources and several encouraging strategies promoted by the First Fleet, the number of Rat People newborns is expected to surge in the next two years. When this new generation of battleship Rat People can be filled into this yellow planet, many problems will naturally be solved. Of course, this will take some time.

Qi really wanted to end it all quickly, but he was not a stupid and reckless guy. He would wait with the necessary patience.

Of course, waiting does not mean doing nothing. Since this war fortress is a relatively smart indigenous organization and has figured out this kind of driving, then Qi will just play with him.

Don't they want to fight a war of attrition? Then Qi will fight a war of attrition with them, using these gerbil wastelanders to have fun with them, and in this way they can also train their troops and temper those expensive idiots in this war, and then have them teach the next generation the experience of war.

That is to say, Qi was asleep during the twenty years of interstellar travel, and he couldn't control these guys, otherwise raising such a group of expensive idiots would really drive him crazy.

The war was about to begin. When those loud-voiced rat instructors shouted the news to these gerbil boys after lunch, these guys would soon be sent to the battlefield.

The blood of gerbils and gerbils will be shed in this war.

But these guys on the field, these gerbil boys, were extremely calm about the news, and even had a hint of excitement, because of another small part of the news from the rat instructor.

Get military pay and merit.

In short, they will have money every day from today on. The bad news is that it is not the canned mushrooms promised during the conscription. The good news is that the military pay can be exchanged not only for canned mushrooms, but also for many other things.

It was a very simple set of incentives, but it made these gerbil boys so excited that they tossed and turned in their beds at night and could not fall asleep completely.

To be honest, they had no grudge at all about helping the rat people to attack other gerbils. This was not surprising. The gerbils who held the legacy of the Golden Age did not consider them as their own people, so how could they have any grudges about those overly lofty concepts?

Compatriots, betrayal, traitors, these are all false, all false. Food, survival, reproduction, these are the most important things to these wastelanders. They are no longer the gerbils who once embraced civilization and rationality.

These wastelanders are just a group of monsters in gerbil skins, struggling in the ruins of the former civilization and becoming more and more like wild beasts.

Don't be fooled by the fact that they are respectful and peaceful to the rats. That's because they are truly terrified of the rats. If the rats don't raid their settlements, if the rats don't bring down the horrific divine punishment from the sky,

So will they be so docile? Not necessarily.

The pit where magma is still surging and has not completely cooled down has become a miracle that many gerbils worship.

After that war, these bystanders began to truly fear the rat people. They felt scared, began to fluctuate, and became simple and honest.

Early the next morning, a ratman instructor stopped Shazao. This guy was obviously from the army that was criticized by the flag, the Galloping First Army. The expression on his face was natural and clear, without any ferocity or sharpness.

"By the way, do you still have red dates in your settlement? I want to buy some."

During this period, the rats spontaneously started the wastelander trade, especially starting with the soldiers of the army group.

These ratmen young masters are tired of eating canned mushrooms and synthetic meat. They are extremely enthusiastic about the natural things in the hands of the wastelanders, and they are not stingy with their canned mushrooms and synthetic meat.

Well, these two things actually come from the same source, because synthetic meat is also made from mushrooms.

Shazao lowered his head and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, I will ask my tribesmen to send some to you when the time comes!"

How simple.

This clear-headed yet stupid ratman instructor did not choose to get something for free. This was not like a ratman at all. He stuffed a metal card into Shazao's hand.

"Okay, you must remember this! You can take this exchange card to the warehouse to exchange it. Don't forget it!"

Shazao glanced at the iron plate in his hand, with surprise showing on his face. This was a supply card that could be exchanged for synthetic meat. Obviously, synthetic meat was more tempting to the gerbils than canned mushrooms.

Hold it tightly in your hand.

With this supply card, it is obvious that his younger brothers and sisters will be able to grow up smoothly without having to wander in the sea of ​​sand.

"Thank you, great Lord Ratman, and thank you, great spirit of the sea of ​​sand!"

There is excitement and thrill in such words.

So far, the rats are getting along pretty well with these simple-minded gerbil wastelanders.

(End of this chapter)