A strange world

Chapter 837 Section 68. But what is the price?

Annan was stunned by the bloody internal organs that slipped in front of the portal, and then he realized that something was wrong!

"Warriors attack! Mages follow closely!"

Olmedo reacted first and commanded the foreign aid corps to set off.

The warriors rushed into the portal with a roar. This group of warriors who would not get tired and were not injured immediately stabilized the shaky battle situation.

Even before the mages had a turn to enter, the ratmen were suppressed back to the vicinity of the passage.

"Where is Femi!" Annan asked Ymir who was standing beside him.

"I'm here, Lord Annan." Fermi, wearing plate armor and with blood on his face, walked around to the portal: "Fortunately, you arrived a few minutes earlier..."

"How did the ratmen rush in... Did the camp fall?"

"Well, a large number of soldiers were infected with the plague, and the ratmen rang the bell and sent elite troops to raid the camp. We were forced to retreat to the underground defense."

"You want to go back--"

"We will take back the camp and hold on until August 12!" Fermi blocked Annan's words to let them go back.

Annan was silent for a while and said: "The first batch of foreign aid troops is 1,500 people, and we should be able to add about 1,000 people tomorrow."

"The more the better..."

After fighting with the ratmen for a whole day, Fermi put away all his arrogance.

"Do I need to send the Guards Corps and the Musketeers Corps to you?" Annan asked.

"No, sir. Your help is enough." This war changed Fermi, and his temperament became more dull and introverted. "If you use resources to help me win, I am not worthy of being the commander of this legion."

Annan stopped persuading them and watched them and the foreign aid legion work together to drive the ratmen out of the basement and let them send the infected soldiers back to Liberty City.

"Sir Annan, we can still fight!" As a result, the wounded soldiers refused.

Fermi also said: "Sir Annan, the musketeers are the key to defending Hell Mountain. Those infected soldiers can continue to fight after purifying the plague. Let's just send the seriously injured soldiers back."

The two attacks of the Swift Rat rushing into the camp and the ratmen rushing into the basement caused heavy casualties in Hellfire. There were only more than 2,000 soldiers who could fight, and they could not defend Hell Mountain at all...even if nearly 1,500 foreign aids were added.

"Then do as you say."

Annan gave Fermi full autonomy. He tried his best to cultivate the people around him, instead of making them yes-men.

For example, handing over official duties to Olmedo and Idiliya, is it really because Annan doesn’t like sitting in the office all day and handling boring official duties?

"Don't rush out, we only have one chance!" Belial shouted, and he ran to the foreign aids who were venting their energy, asking them to hold back, "Don't cast spells! Don't cast spells! Don't cast spells! Let's continue to pretend to be weak and prepare to rush out to retake the camp. Also, make sure that the news of the portal has not been spread by the ratmen!" "Belial is now a staff officer of the Hellfire Legion. If it weren't for their advice, we wouldn't have lasted until now." "It was almost a big accident..." Annan blamed himself, "Let's change the portal time to once every six hours." "Lord Annan..." "I won't leave Liberty City recently." Annan also didn't give Fermi a chance to object, "Tell me what supplies you need." Fermi said seriously: "Logs, rolling stones, everything that can prevent the ratmen from climbing up the hillside." "I know... I'll send it to you in six hours." The portal began to become unstable, and before Annan had time to encourage the foreign aid corps, the portal disappeared in front of him. Fermi remained resolute and stared at the empty space for a few seconds before turning back. This batch of reinforcements is almost entirely professionals, and there are a lot of elites and masters, otherwise it would not have taken only a few minutes to suppress the ratmen to the vicinity of the passage.

"Adjutant, count the casualties again." Fermi tilted his head and said, but no one responded.

"Where is Walter?"

He found that the adjutant who had been following him was gone.

"Are you talking about the adjutant? He died with a ratman." A soldier walked over with a magic musket as a crutch, pointing to a disemboweled corpse more than ten meters away--

The already cold Walter held the magic musket and stabbed it into the mouth of the elite rat, and the elite rat's sword also cut his belly.

Fermi sighed, "Who are you?"

"Report, I am Lockeron, a member of the 13th Squadron of the Hellfire Legion!" Lockeron quickly stood up, but the next second he leaned on the magic musket again.

"Why don't you leave with the wounded?"

"My leg is injured, not my hand!" Lockeron said loudly.

Fermi nodded: "I appoint you as temporary adjutant. Now go count the casualties."

"Yes, sir!"

Locklen limped away.

The battle continued. The warriors holding battle axes and meteor hammers excitedly pounced on the elite rats. The rangers could not intervene, so they aimed at the ratmen pouring in through the passage.

Only the mages had nothing to do.

Nina was killing happily in the front row. She used the battle axe to split the head of a canned rat again, and swung it at the ratman next to her--

"I am one of us!"

Nina put away the axe uncomfortably because of the fluent common language.

She did not wait for the explanation of the rat that spoke human language, because it then got into the rat group and continued to kill those rats.

"What's going on..." Nina scratched her head with the back of the axe in confusion. She couldn't figure it out, and she was too lazy to figure it out, so she continued to kill other ratmen...

They were under the command of Staff Officer Belial and controlled the rhythm.

Unless the Skaven start digging elsewhere, the longer they stay in the basement, the better off the situation will be for them.

Temporary Adjutant Lochran returned with a new casualty report: about 500 people were "missing", seventy-seven of whom were wounded who were sent back to Liberty City, but almost a third of the centurions were dead...

Because they were professionals, they stood at the front when the rat tide came in.

Lockran walked to a young soldier who pushed away the body of the Elite Rat, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

"You actually shot..." He groped his chest, as if looking for the bullet hole.

"It can't penetrate plate armor," Lochran said.

Femi silently carried the corpses with the soldiers, sending the corpses of his companions to the back so as not to mix with the dirty rat men.

"The broken tooth is gone."

Belial ran over at this time, he was worried that the rat man would betray.

"Broken Tooth is not that kind of person..."

"It's not even a human being." Beryl never believed in rat men.

Fermi did not explain and asked the soldiers to find Miller.

"What's going on on the other fronts?" Fermi asked in passing.

"I don't know, we have lost contact with the outside world."

Miller was brought over quickly. He looked bruised and injured. The soldiers who had been so blinded by the killing did not care to distinguish it, and the foreign aid did not recognize it - it was lucky that it was still alive.

"Where's the broken tooth?"

"I saw it squeeze out!"