From Skaven to God-King of War

This march was not so easy. Even though Qi had prepared for it early, the actual difficulties he encountered were far beyond his belief.

There was no singing, fear brought by the frenzy, and a devastating offensive.

Escape in a panic, collapse, spying, and attacks launched in the dark.

Perhaps Qi should understand why the status of the rat knights is getting lower and lower in this era, with villages and towns turned into fortresses, and a large number of ordinary militias equipped with magic rifles.

An efficient early warning system, and a group of front-line troops retreating from the front line for repair.

Qi and the army in his hands seemed to be locked after crossing the river. There were constantly scattered rangers and some strange magic creations hovering in the air appearing around the army.

When Qi attacked a stronghold transformed from a manor into a fortress for the first time, he was ambushed by the Ghost Eye People.

If the army that ambushed him was not really insufficient in number, I am afraid he would have been sent away on the spot in this first battle.

This is even under the premise that he is a rat warlord with a large rat regular army under his command, he still suffered such a disastrous defeat.

It is hard to imagine how the rat knights would deal with such a situation.

I am afraid that most of them would break through the front line in a suicide attack, and then wither away on this vast land without leaving even a survivor.

One thing that must be admitted is that the rats are better at fighting positional warfare and attrition warfare.

In the case of comprehensive backwardness in technology and soldier quality, constantly pulling out long and tragic battle lines and consuming the ghost-eyed human race in a crazy manner has become the choice that the rats have to make.

To be honest, the rat lords, rat priests, and temple guards don’t quite understand why the humans who were beaten back by the rat war and even torn in half in the last expedition seemed to have changed their attitude in such a short period of time and became so difficult and irritating.

The promotion of the magic industry and the transition of national power did save the Dark Eye Human Empire. The nobles quickly reached the point of being in name only in these short three years.

Things, industry, promotion channels, entertainment, these were all widely abandoned under the promotion of the new emperor.

Everything was very radical. In the first year of the three-year war, the emperor was eager to do many things, cracking down on long-term contracts between nobles and civilians, unifying the tax rates between various noble territories, abolishing private slaves, and forcefully giving the right of free passage to every citizen of the empire.

All these triggered a tsunami-like backlash, but they were all suppressed.

In this crisis, Caesar showed a madness comparable to that of the ratmen.

He recalled all the guards who resisted the ratmen's advance in the Plains Province, and suppressed the rebellion with an extremely tough attitude, without any compromise or negotiation.

Such madness is simply jaw-dropping.

The nobles were scared, and eventually everything calmed down. Those noble families that had lasted for hundreds and thousands of years never recovered from this, and the guy who raised the butcher knife was the biggest noble in the empire, the emperor of the empire.

In the second year of the three-year war, when no one expected it, the emperor launched an education reform regulation on his own. The Mage Association pushed him to the throne, but he chose to attack the mages without hesitation.

The eight great mages gathered in the capital of the empire were invited into the palace one by one. At the same time, the young reserve army who worshipped Caesar in various cities began to move. They surrounded one magic tower after another and aimed the magic weapons provided by the Mage Association at these mages.

Caesar wanted to confiscate all spells and magic technology. He wanted to build a huge imperial library in order to break the influence of the mage schools on the mages who were about to be selected by relying on their own unique spells and technology.

Magic schools have already selected the first batch of one million wizard apprentices, although about 90% of them will only be ordinary apprentice wizards for life and will never be able to move up.

But just that 10% is enough to rapidly expand the wizard schools built around the great wizards.

So Caesar chose to build a large library to unify all the magic knowledge in the Wizard Association as a whole to eliminate this possibility.

The crisis ended with the compromise of the wizards, because the compromise given by Caesar was that the magic knowledge was unified in the Wizard Association instead of being mastered by the imperial family.

At the same time, there were internal conflicts. Four great wizards chose to support Caesar, three chose to remain neutral, and a large number of ordinary wizards and some young noble wizards chose Caesar.

If this resolution cannot be promoted, then the first thing to come will not be a magic war to overthrow the tyrannical emperor but a terrible civil war between wizards.

The remaining great wizards chose to compromise.

What is interesting is that compared to those resentful old nobles, Caesar's prestige among the young people is almost visible to the naked eye, whether they are young mages, nobles, or farmers' children.

Indeed, Caesar is indeed quite charming. Born of the noblest blood, fighting the most terrifying enemies, and standing up again when he is most depressed, he is simply a living protagonist of a storybook.

But even such a Caesar sighs frequently in a corner unknown to them.

With the support of magical agriculture and the legacy of the Golden Wheatfield Academy, food is extremely abundant every year. A large number of farmers who originally could only stay in the fields all their lives can leave the fields and go to big cities to find a job in those magic workshops in such abundance and the increasingly low food prices.

Young people are no longer numbly repetitive, and the habits and stories between wizards are finally transmitted to all corners of the empire.

After all, in the long years, these seemingly crazy wizards have always been the most exploratory guys among humans.

The wind of progressive thought began to blow.

These young children began to tell the world loudly what they want to do and what they want to bring, instead of always emphasizing those old-fashioned glory and blood or something else.

Caesar liked those children very much. Well, what did he do when he was young and the same age as these children?

Reading knight novels? Reading erotic biographies? Staring at the huge soft place of the maid in the royal fortress and unable to move his eyes away, and pretending to cough like the protagonist in the knight biography when he was discovered?

Well, all of them.

He admired the progressive thoughts in the empire. After all, he was still a young emperor and undoubtedly preferred progressive and upward things.

But the premise was that the haze of war dissipated from the sky above the empire.

The never-ending war was like a wound that kept bleeding.

Two reports were placed in front of Caesar.

One was the casualties of soldiers on the front line last week and the pensions that needed to be given, and the other was the number of new babies born in the human empire in the whole year last year.

The number of soldiers killed in the last week had reached 50,000, and this was just the casualties of one week. About 2.5 million soldiers died on the battlefield in a year.

Last year, the number of newborns born in the human empire was estimated by the Mage Association to be only about three million.

The existence of the rats and this war is like a wound with flesh and blood. In the rolling flesh and flowing blood, almost everything is slowly consumed.

Those farmers who are curious about the big city, those children running in the fields, those young people with ideals and hopes, everything is consumed.

The hot red blood flows out of this hideous wound with flesh and blood, falls on the ground, and accumulates into a pool of lifeless and rotten filthy blood.

Caesar wants to stop all this, he wants to stop all this, but he can't do it. He can only watch it happen, and can only show the indelible sadness on his face in the dead of night.

Rat, rat, rat, this group of crazy guys is a disaster. They destroy everything, don't care whether they trample on light or darkness, they don't care what they trample on, even themselves.

In the dark night, Qi lit a fire in the wheat field that was already covered with a hint of golden color.

The rolling flames rolled in the dark night, and the black smoke rose up, becoming a beacon.

Qi also found his own way to deal with the uninterrupted pursuit.

That is to disperse. After an attack, the entire huge army quickly dispersed and fled in all directions. When it was time to gather together, just like now, they would burn whatever they wanted and destroy whatever they wanted. The rats wandering around would naturally gather together, and then run wildly in the dark night when they gathered enough to attack those outposts, villages, and fortresses, and then run away again after success.

This is an extremely effective strategy.

After all, what the temple guards asked Qi to do was just harassment and attention.

And as long as Qi was still running wildly in this place, no matter what he did, it would completely meet the definition of harassment and attention.

Of course, such a strategy is not perfect enough. After being too dispersed, it is inevitable that it is difficult to gather enough rat army when needed. This is a problem that is difficult to avoid.

But solving this problem is also simple.

All that is needed is a steady stream of ratmen to be injected into this area.

Can Qi do this? Of course, he certainly can't, but his inability does not mean that the temple guards can't do it.

These guys have also been ruthless recently in order to make progress in this war.

All this is still related to Caesar's reforms.

In the three-year war, who was stuck in the Lianyan Province and made no progress? It's you! Temple guards!

Oh! Look at those traitors you brought, they are stuck here and can't move, it's really out of control!

This is probably the attitude of the rat lords in the rat council now. Although the mysterious temple guard commander remains calm about this, the other leaders of the temple guards are going to be furious.

This makes them spare no effort to invest their strength in the battlefield.

The problems faced by Qi's strategy were also solved in this way. Every once in a while, a large number of ratmen warriors would be injected into the area where Qi was wreaking havoc through the flat river channel.

All this is related to Caesar's suppression of the nobles. After he transferred the troops on this front, the rat army led by the private army leader advanced madly for a long distance.

In the dark night, in the flames, a little bit of red appeared, rustling sounds, sneaky figures, gathered in this diffuse flame, gathered beside the figure standing in front of the flame.

The flag waited for his army, and he raised the flag high at this moment and roared loudly.

"Follow me! Kill them! For God! And for yourself!"

The rats began to respond to this roar, in this dark night, they raised their weapons high and shouted excitedly.

"For God! And for yourself!"

Indeed, the rats brought almost all destruction.

In the dark night, the rats gathered in groups and began to run wildly under the leadership of the raised flag.

Not far away, there was a town built like a fortress. A man holding a torch began to run in the village. In an ordinary farmhouse, a tired man sat up carefully and stretched out his hand to grab the long gun hanging on the bedside.

Not far away, the young children were still sleeping soundly. Two brothers of similar age hugged each other, and even their snot bubbles flowed out. The shouting outside the house did not wake up the two little guys.

The tired man looked at the two little guys, and saw their strange appearance. A smile appeared on his face. He thought of something, turned around, and saw the woman who sat up like him.

The woman was frightened by the rat cavalry who broke into here not long ago. The fear was still buried in her heart and had not dissipated. Listening to the shouting outside and looking at the man like this, her face showed a little more fear, but she did not stop the man.

There were tears in her eyes, and she just sat on the bed and wiped her tears blankly.

The man looked at the woman, his expression became more complicated, but he did not stop. He took the fur hat from the table and stood up.

His steps were very light.

"Wait for me, I will be back soon."

He left in a hurry after leaving such a sentence.

The flames of the flag alarmed the town not far away, and a mobilization began.

The relationship between the two sides was not friendly. It can only be said that since the rats crossed the narrow continental bridge and arrived on this continent, the fight between the two sides has risen to the level of life and death.