Chapter 232, turning everything into ruins

Chapter 232, turning everything into ruins

A large manor house among golden wheat fields.

The goal of the rat war.

In this edge area near the forest, this manor is particularly eye-catching because of its size and unique form, almost like a small city.

It's just unlucky that he was targeted by a violent guy.

The dark flag was raised high, and countless ratmen rushed out.

The strategy of the Rat War was very direct. Rushing all the way, they had already set off a path of ruins in this area, and everything along the way was destroyed.

The rat people have some additional equipment limited to humans, such as pitchforks, sickles, shields and armor engraved with family crests.

The armor often failed to fit perfectly, and was broken into various parts during the fight, which were worn happily by the young ratmen.

A young rat-man wearing a breastplate holding a pitchfork, a young rat-man wearing an armband wielding a spear, there are all kinds of things.

Only those who are full of energy like to make various attempts. Those real veterans, the senior rat warriors who are in the army, and those insidious and dangerous elements are more simple and concise, and trust the spear in their hands more.

Shu Zhan climbed onto a tall stack of haystacks, but he was really a bit funny after losing his black dragon scale armor. His body was hairless and covered with mottled and uneven scars, but it did not prevent him from coming to represent this place. Danger and destruction.

With a sharp roar, the rat men began to charge, coming like a tide.

A series of rough wooden ladders were carried out, and amidst the noisy sounds, the rat men were carried one by one and ran towards the manor in front of them.

The archer climbed up to the lookout window.

This manor has no real city walls, or rather, its city walls are made up of specially planned houses.

The houses are connected together and combined with each other to form a square fortress. There are no large or small windows in the walls facing the outside, but only rectangular windows for supplying bows and arrows and ballistas to throw arrows.

Facing the rat-men's attack, the humans in the manor quickly reacted, the ballistae started operating, and the residents and guards participated in the defense.

This manor was not unprepared for the arrival of the rat men. They received a group of residents who had escaped from the villages destroyed by the rat war.

However, the scattered arrows and fired crossbows were too weak for this group of incoming rat men and were not worth mentioning.

Soon they rushed to the front, and long ladders were put up on the houses that served as walls. The rat people gathered under the long ladders in a crowd, and began to climb up excitedly in the crowd.

The guards in the manor climbed onto the roof and ran eagerly on the swaying wooden roof. This area has been peaceful for so long that the roof, which was originally built as a war platform, has become like this. It is loose and rotten, and you can clearly hear the creaking sound of the wooden boards under your feet while running.

I want to push down the long ladder that the rat people put up in the house.

This is not easy. Even if these are hastily made long ladders, the tops are mostly tied with broken spear points or sharp protrusions. After being put on the wall of the house, the spear points will be deeply damaged. It is pressed into the wall and cannot be pushed down so easily.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some long ladders are too jerry-rigged. The inlaid sharp protrusions and spear points are not firmly fixed. With a simple push, the two instantly collapse, and the wooden ladder is easily pushed down.

Or maybe the long ladder was in a really bad position, and it was built on rotten and fragile wooden boards that couldn't be fixed and could be easily pushed down.

As the long ladder was pushed down, the rat people gathered near the long ladder hurriedly avoided it. The unlucky guy on the ladder fell to the ground with a scream of horror, and hit the ground hard, and there was no movement at all.

The rat men who had fled in all directions soon came back again, looking at each other as they looked at the unlucky ones who fell to the ground without making a sound.

Some rat men have already climbed up, making the rat men entrenched on the ground a little more commotion. The price offered by the rat war is not empty talk. There are already transport teams organized by the Big Claw Priests coming all the way. , brought a large amount of supplies, which were generously spent by Rat Zhan.

That envious encouragement finally made the ragtag group of people under Shu Zhan gradually become more similar.

One claw after another caught the falling ladder.

The ladder that had fallen to the ground was lifted up again, and in greed, the climb continued again.

It was unrealistic to stop the Ratmen from attacking the city by knocking down the ladders. The Ratmen kept swarming onto the roof, waving their spears with bared teeth and claws, and a fierce fight broke out.

The human guards stepped forward and killed the rat warriors who rushed up one by one, supporting the line of defense.

But very reluctantly.

In the past, these guards have mostly been doing things like maintaining law and order, and they may even become a drag on local security at some point.

They had never experienced such a battle. If the survivors gathered in the manor had not described the things these rat men did so horribly, their morale would have been on the verge of collapse.

Skinning, evil priests, cutting off heads, gouging out eyes, and even eating corpses.

This is too shocking, and no matter what, I cannot let myself end up like this.

Moreover, in the manor behind them, their families, their property, and everything they owned were all in the manor behind them, gritting their teeth and fighting against these ferocious rats.

It's just a group of rat men, and they are not afraid of these rat men.

A slightly immature guard used the dagger in his hand to cut off the arm of a rat man who was charging towards him with a spear. The rat man fell to the ground and rolled in pain on the rotten roof.

The dazzling blood splashed on the young guard's face. The blood on his face was not wiped off, and the pungent smell of rust rushed into his nose.

Shouting loudly at this moment seems to be a declaration of courage.

"I'm not afraid of you! You damn rat-men!"

Maybe in the future, he will be a qualified warrior, but the prerequisite is that he can survive.

A rat-man dual-wielding spears and wearing only simple leather armor appeared in front of the young guard.

A rat warrior is just a rat warrior.

The immature guard stood in front of the long ladder. The distance between the two was very close, and they even seemed to be close to each other. Such a close battle was very disadvantageous for the rat warriors. After all, the spear required a certain distance to reach it. It can be fully deployed.

The short sword has more advantages.

This ordinary dual-wielding rat man cast his scarlet eyes on the human in front of him who was attacking him. For some reason, he could see a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The two passed by each other, and a dark spear penetrated the immature manor guard's chin and into his brain. The immature little guy was lifted high.

That sarcasm became the last image that remained in his eyes.

The sharp claws pierced the closed eyes on the forehead, and a gray one was the main tone, but it was dyed with a hint of blue and was forcefully pulled down. He was still a young man with great potential, and that touch of blue The color represents that he is qualified to open the eyes between his eyebrows, which is a prerequisite for becoming a knight or a noble.

It's just a pity that at this time, he obviously had no chance, and the body was thrown away casually.

A senior ratman warrior who came up broke through the blockade and defeated a corner of the defense line. More and more ratmen rushed up, trying to gain a foothold on the roof.

At such a critical moment, the real owner of this manor appeared, a real knight, waving the long sword engraved with complicated patterns in his hand, and the gathered wind pillars rushed all the rat people in front of them off the roof with their claws and teeth.

The guards took the opportunity to fill the gap, and many jars were brought over.

After igniting it and throwing it down, it exploded into balls of flames. The rat people gathered beside the long ladder suffered a disaster. They danced in the flames and echoed with desperate screams.

The rat-man attack finally calmed down, and the magic knight breathed a sigh of relief. More jars were lifted to the roof and thrown down with difficulty.

Although the rat people were coming fiercely, the material reserves in the manor were still sufficient. He had already asked the nearby nobles for help, and he just needed to hold on for a while longer.

He began to personally take charge of the battlefield. However, what the knight did not notice was that the affairs officer following him seemed to have an ugly face and some fear.

The rat people's offensive slowed down, and they began to stop in the face of the burning flames.

Until Shu Zhan waved the flag again and his cold gaze fell. In these days, Shu Zhan didn't just give out gifts, he also killed people.

The rat people were killed so much that their heads were rolling. Anyone who was afraid or retreated had their heads cut off. Their bodies and heads were hung up in the ruins of villages and towns.

The rat war has done this kind of thing many times, but the rat people don't have very long memories, or maybe those guys who have long memories have died in one war after another.

The rat war can only be repeated over and over again.

With just a look, the rat warriors started moving again, in panic, uneasiness, and fear.

A flaming charge.

But the charging posture inevitably slowed down.

One jar after another was smashed down, in the scorching flames.

Even though the rat people were still climbing upwards, wailing and distorting their faces, they fell one after another.

Rat War wasn't heartbroken and didn't care about the deaths of these poor guys.

The magic knight was a little more panicked, and kept directing the guards to throw down jars one after another.

Until a jar fell, burst, and burst into a cloud of water, which collided with the burning flame, bringing out a piece of hot steam.

The guard was stunned, but let a rat man seize the opportunity.

The rat man, whose body was charred and scorched with flames, seemed to have climbed up from hell, grabbed the stunned guard, and with a twisted roar, pulled the unfortunate guy to fall to the ground.

Amidst the desperate screams, the situation seemed to have changed a little.

The jar that was supposed to contain kerosene and burn violently as it shattered was constantly exploding into clouds of water.

Faced with this situation, not only the manor guards were stunned, but also the magic knight.

There was a look of despair on the steward's face.

The rat people took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward. A manor guard holding a jar suddenly threw the jar in his hand at the rat people climbing up in front of him in fear.

The can hit the roof hard.

But this jar didn't seem to be a fake batch. The flames expanded violently, engulfing not only the rat warriors gathered here, but also the manor guards who drew their weapons and prepared to fight to the death. He was immediately drawn into the flames.

Both sides fled together in wailing, and the roof became a mess, but this was not the end yet. The sound of breaking continued to sound, and the rotten roof was no longer able to bear the burden.

A large area collapsed, and the guards and the rat people were trapped in the house, fighting together in the chaos.

The situation was completely out of control.

The magic knight reacted and raised the sword in anger.

He kicked the affairs officer next to him to the ground.

"Insect! What did you do!"

The bright silver sword fell, and the frustrated clerk was beheaded.

If he can defend himself, he probably also wants to complain.

He was helpless. The income from the manor was only a little, but in order to please the young lady he met in the salon, the amount of money the knight asked him was constantly increasing every month. He could not afford not to give it.

But it is obviously too late to say this now.

Everything is irreparable.

On the ground in the manor, the earth began to surge, and caves appeared one after another, and rat men continued to emerge waving weapons.

Everything is finished.

Looking desperately at everything in front of him, this manor, the family's inheritance and glory, his glory, everything was finished.

At this moment, this self-proclaimed noble knight behaved even more unbearably than ordinary people. At least those humble ordinary people still wanted to live and fight against the ratmen pouring into the manor.

But he didn't even have the courage to live anymore.

Trembling, he drew out the sword in his hand.

At least he died in a glorious way and not at the hands of these weak ratmen.

This comforts myself, and I want to commit suicide, but I don't have the courage.

A pair of scarlet eyes peered at this scene. Suddenly, he rushed over and gave the magic knight a hard hit. The delicate long sword passed through his throat. The magic knight opened his eyes wide.

But it was a rat-man old man holding two spears. He was dancing excitedly. Although he didn't quite understand what this guy was doing, there was no doubt that he had missed it.

Holding the long sword stuck in the neck of the magic knight, the magic knight was not really dead at this time. With a sudden pull, a head fell to the ground. He dropped the long sword in his hand, lifted the fallen head, and peeked at this scene. This old fritter wasn't the only one, in the rustling sound, the rat men came closer one by one.

A fight is about to begin.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with the Magic Knight. He died peacefully, his eyes widened.

Rat War once again destroyed a place. It didn't take much effort to easily trample the manor in front of him. Even this scene was not enough to be remembered by him.

And the other side.

Qi had just taken a step forward, preparing to charge towards a small village.

No matter how much the fire in my heart surges, I can't rush. I still need to accumulate strength to make meritorious deeds, and I still need to wait.

He's still too far behind.