The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 234 The "Meteor" of Hometown

Cannons and artillery were transported down one after another, and Colt had to admit that those damn ratman artillery were really good at it.

"But it's going to be different next time. With less than 8000 troops, attacking a fully populated fortress, I'd like to see what you can do!"

Even without artillery support, the zombie army can firmly hold the city wall.

Colt turned around and grabbed a messenger, and ordered him loudly:

"Let the infantry prepare on the slope at the back, and move forward when the other side launches a charge!"

After giving the order, Colt began to wait for the opponent to attack.

But what puzzled him was that the artillery fire from Windsor never stopped, and the Ratman army remained on hold.

The direct-firing artillery began to concentrate on the middle wall, which greatly increased the pressure on the earth mages, but fortunately, the fortress had a sufficient supply of magic power, which prevented the outer wall from being knocked down.

And all of Windsor's curved firepower is also firing continuously, and grenades will hit the infantry phalanx on standby from time to time.

An unusual scene also appeared at this time. Although it is true that some zombies will be paralyzed by the artillery fire, most of the undead who only ate a few fragments can be said to be "unscathed".

The undead who were overturned by the shock wave easily stood up crookedly. When facing them, the powerful 120mm mortar was much less effective.

However, under the repeated bombings by the Ratman, the infantry who could not bear it were eventually withdrawn. The Ratman never chose to attack, and Colt no longer insisted on staying on the city wall to be bombed.

This kind of abnormal behavior is quite strange for a troop that intends to launch an attack, but anyway, the distance between the two sides is currently 1000 meters, and it is a good thing that the Ratmen do not attack.

Colt felt that everything was a little indifferent. Since the Ratmen like to use artillery so much, let them go. As long as all the soldiers are withdrawn to the bunker, they will not be able to achieve decisive results for several months.

But the sentinel immediately reported a bad news to him.

"It's not good, Commander! Those rats have started digging trenches!"

"what?"

Colt rushed to the observation hole, stretched out the binoculars and looked towards the opposite side, and found that the Ratman had advanced several hundred meters forward, and began to dig a winding trench beyond the range of their rifles.

This is obviously a tactic specially used to deal with the artillery bastion, especially when the artillery on their side is absolutely suppressed, the Ratmen can dig more boldly.

In less than ten days, they will be able to get close to the city wall.

About 3000 Gnolls were put into the excavation work by Ickert. The excavation of three zigzag channel trenches has already begun. When these trenches reach the front of the fortress's walls, they will be expanded into more complicated fortifications on both sides.

At that time, the so-called fortresses will be nothing more than small mounds of earth that can be slaughtered. As long as they can cause enough damage to the city wall at one time, no amount of earth mages will be useless.

Generally speaking, any commander with a normal mind will try his best to stop them, such as letting the artillery fire.

But Colt has nothing to do about it. His artillery has been crippled, and new bunkers are being reinforced. All the Imperial Army can do now is wait.

Such an aggrieved battle made Colt clenched his fists. As an invincible imperial officer, when had he suffered such humiliation.

But what Colt didn't know at this time was that something more humiliating would happen next.

On the side of the First Army, Targaryen sorted out the bombardment report all morning.

"Clan Chief, the statistics show that the effect of mortars has become weaker and weaker. The enemy has all hid in the bunkers. Except for the two hundred or so kills in the first two hours, the next few hours only There were single-digit casualties."

"Then tell the artillerymen to cease fire first and restore their strength. In addition, tell them to move the secret positions to the inner side of the city wall of the underground people, so that the direct artillery can be stopped, and the city wall seems to be alive."

Ickert resolutely stopped the traditional shelling method. This kind of petty fighting was obviously not suitable for the strength of the opponent's fortifications.

But this is also the best time for rocket artillery coverage.

"Let the rocket launcher prepare, the No. [-] artillery group is responsible for launching the doomsday rocket, and prepare three rounds of cover ammunition."

"Yes! Clan Chief!"

Targaryen immediately sent someone to convey the order, and the Windsor artillery that roared all morning stopped temporarily.

It was hard to get quiet in the cave.

All skaven and humans began to enjoy this quiet moment, which is rare on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the empire guessed that the Ratmen were probably out of ammunition, and the veterans yelled to encourage the recruits to take a break, because they didn't know how long this tranquility could last, and they could only seize every second.

Ickert directed the Ratmen to bury pots and cook food. The Ratmen ate big pieces of dried meat and bread without sawdust, and happily discussed how many people were killed in the bombing today.

From time to time, soldiers could be found striking their swords, and the sound of gold and iron crisscrossed one after another. The Ratman soldiers couldn't help but began to sing loudly, flying more and more.

The staff asked Ickert if they wanted to stop, but got a reply of "don't interrupt them".

After all, Shushu is not a machine, and Ickert is also leading the troops instead of enslaving them, not to mention that he really needs some relaxation on the battlefield.

The cheerful activities of the rat people infected the humans in the fortress, and the singing and dancing scenes reminded the officers and soldiers of the scenery of their hometown.

Bread, jam and chestnut tea, they should have lived that life, but there was only mushrooms, seepage and rat meat in front of them.

Suddenly, an officer sang loudly, it was the melody of his hometown, but looking around, he couldn't find a person from his hometown, only zombies from his hometown.

Zombies cannot sing with him.

So as they sang and sang, the officers began to wipe their tears, and the morale of the imperial army who had been bombed miserably gradually dropped.

Colt said it was terrible in his heart, but even in the face of a psychological offensive, he couldn't come up with any good solutions. He was helpless against the Ratman who had the upper hand in technology.

In desperation, he could only order the psychic mage accompanying the army to conduct "psychological counseling", and asked the quartermaster to add more prime primrose (a hallucinogenic herb) to his lunch.

In the Ragnar Empire, there is no such thing as humanistic care, and if there is a problem with the army's thinking, it must be that the spiritual mages are lazy, or they haven't taken enough medicine.

After drinking the mushroom soup boiled with plain primrose, the officers and soldiers lamented that they seemed to see the green grass in their hometown.

Nafer is no exception. He not only saw the grass in his hometown, but also saw the stars in his hometown.

"Look! It's really a star!"

Nafier suddenly pointed to the sky and said, the comrades looked along his pointing, and found that there were indeed sixteen shining stars in the sky.

"It's not just stars! It's shooting stars!"

People were amazed that they never expected to see 16 shooting stars neatly streaking across the sky in their lifetime.

Nafir looked at the shooting stars, feeling that they were surprisingly beautiful.

Granny suddenly appeared in her wet eyes, she gently struck a match, lighting up the dark thatched cottage.

(End of this chapter)