The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 83: The Scout Rat Attacks!
Now that such a decision has been made, Azio, the mouse, although judging from his recent performance, has quite a management ability and intelligence collection ability, but he lacks in military capabilities.

The reconnaissance brigade is essentially a reconnaissance force attached to the army, and Azio is obviously more suitable for the intelligence agency.

So Ickert called him out alone, pinched his mouse ear and said:
"Azio, I think you are quite talented, don't work here after this period of time has passed, it's a pity, you go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I will give you a promotion, just in time I plan to form a Ministry of Internal Affairs field department"

As Azio listened, the whole mouse face burst into a smile, sweeping away the unhappiness of being upstaged by Targaryen earlier, and immersed himself in infinite reverie about the future.

"Okay, clan chief, this is very promising for me, of course I am willing to follow your arrangement."

Azio quickly agreed, thinking about Targaryen and the scouting brigade, the clan chief will give him a promotion after completing this vote!
The internal contradictions of this operation are thus resolved, and the next thing is to prepare to execute the plan.

"Okay, the overall course of action has basically been determined. It's nine o'clock in the morning, and I ordered the investigation team to eat immediately! Take a bath! Gather at ten o'clock, let's go outside for a meaty meal! Eat jackal stew!"

"Long-haired dog stew! yes! yes!"

"Haha, meat, I've never made Gnoll stew before!"

Bubble, the cooking squad leader, touched the kitchen knife, longing for it.

"I'm going to make a big pot of stew, put salt and pepper on the soup base, and spices, add lard fat, and I have to stew lovely green mushrooms and wild coriander, and then cut some daikon cubes, put the jackal People peel, clean, and finally stew the big chunks of steak into the soup, hehehe, suck."

in the forest.

The rat people over there have already planned how to cook the gnolls, but for these hurried masters, there is still a long way to go.

It took a lot of time to rush from the tribe to Windsor. Every day before dawn, the wolf man scouts had to get up to enjoy the fish porridge cooked for them by the female wolf man.

After eating and drinking enough, the rucksack made of animal leather is put on the back, filled with water and dried small fish, and then set off on the road.

In the same way as the rat people take a bath, the pickled food of the wolf man also needs to be wrapped in slime to eat. It is salty and salty with a little bit of the earthy smell of the jungle, but it does not emit too strong smell.

The recurved paws stepped on the dead leaves and soil, and after joining the scouts from other tribes along the way, the scouts came to the forest near the human castle.

Here, the jackals were about to eat another meal. Several tribal warriors sat around and took out small dried fishes marinated with salt and slime from the crock, silently recovering their strength.

In fact, it wasn't that these wolves didn't want to talk. They didn't see the big rats and humans coming out of the territory for many days. The wolves had already let go of their courage. As creatures, they weren't so indifferent to their own kind.

The reason why we don't talk is just because we all come from different tribes, have different totems and ideas, and we can't talk together at all.

The relationship between tribes is not between neighbors. The boundary between tribes is their own clear living space, which will not be very friendly.

Moreover, not the same group of people come out from each tribe every day, and they rarely know each other.

But just as they were enjoying their lunch to their heart's content, the rats of the scouting brigade had already quietly watched these guys.

By the bushes, Targaryen opened his eyes.

As expected, these jackals got into the investigation net.

"There are six of them, and I only have two teams at hand. A strong attack is not safe. You have to wait and be patient."

The current him, less than 5 meters away from these jackals, managed to hide himself perfectly by using a camouflage cloak and taking a bath.

The jackals were nibbling on the small dried fish, not realizing that the danger was quietly approaching.

As far as the ratmen are concerned, it is actually quite dangerous to spy on the target who is eating.

If he hadn't undergone will training, I'm afraid Targaryen couldn't help but kill them, and no matter how many men died, he would still grab their dried fish and eat them.

But fortunately, the surrounding rats had undergone mental training, and Ickert, who also concealed the smell, stared at the hiding spots of the rats from a distance, but didn't notice any rats escaping.

From the perspective of IQ and training, these ratmen are undoubtedly qualified, and victory is already a certainty.

Ickert has come to a conclusion. As for how much success can be achieved, it depends on the performance of the Ratmen.

He will not intervene too much in this battle, unless the loss is too large, otherwise he must develop the independent combat ability of scouting rats.

He continued to monitor the positions of the scout rats, and found that a bright spot had been smashed towards Targaryen's location.

Looking towards the wolf man, it turned out that there was a wolf man who didn't like to eat fish heads, so he tore off the fish head and threw it behind him, which happened to fall right next to Targaryen's mouth.

For the jackals, the rule of not eating fish heads comes from the belief of the totem, but for the ratmen, the food that falls to the mouth and cannot be eaten is really the top torture.

Targaryen wanted to eat, but he didn't even dare to move his hair. He could only stare fiercely at the staring dead fish.

It was with great difficulty that he overcame his physical desire and settled down to continue to remain hidden.

Unexpectedly, the Gnoll threw another fish head, and this time it hit Targaryen directly on the nose.

"Damn long-haired dog, it's such a waste of food!"

Targaryen scolded the jackal who didn't eat fish heads a hundred times in his heart, and immediately engraved the smell of this guy in his mind, planning to kill him with his own hands in a while.

Finally, after a long wait, the Gnoll scout team finished their lunch and headed towards the territory.

After he walked away, the angry Targaryen also got up from the ground.

The scouts gathered around and found their captain chewing the fish head viciously.

"It's nothing to look at. Inform the third team and ask them to bring people over, and the fourth team will cut off their back!"

Targaryen ordered to the squad rats, this was specially assigned to him by Ickert for command.

"Yes! Commander!"

After receiving the order, the messenger mouse hurriedly went down to contact other teams.

Next to Ikert was Azio, and the brigade messenger here mobilized the main force to follow around Targaryen, preparing to encircle and fight for reinforcements.

Thanks to the sound command system and superior-subordinate relationship, the encirclement network was quickly formed, and the jackals boarded the tower tree for investigation in an unknown place.

The scouts were in groups of two, each found their target, and waited for Targaryen's order in concealment.

Once the battle begins, all groups will form a righteous slew of gnoll scouts.

(End of this chapter)