From Skaven to God-King of War

What's more, the rats are more generous and magnanimous than those big cities on the desert sand.

Well, it's hard to imagine that one day these two words can still appear in the description of the rats. It's incredible.

The rats are generous. The rats are generous.

Well, well, it's hard to imagine, but in reality, it's like this.

What the rats can give is the various mushrooms that have flooded after the materials and resources are replenished. These mushrooms have recently ushered in a period of great outbreak. They are being put into blenders in batches and crushed, and then filled into various cans.

The rats handed out such cans. Those battleship rats who were tired of eating these canned mushrooms wanted to send all the canned mushrooms in their hands to the incinerator.

Damn, those rat engineers, they clearly promised that they had made improvements to these mushrooms, but the actual situation is that if you eat a little more, you will feel an indescribable nausea, as if you are eating frozen clotted leather, which feels terrible.

In this situation, the rats were extremely generous when sending out these canned mushrooms.

Damn, no one wants to eat this fast-growing mushroom that can expand at least seven times in seven days.

Such generosity makes those wastelanders grateful.

The flag's domestication plan is successful.

The steam car is racing in the desert, it is the rat warriors of the First Galloping Army of the First Expeditionary Fleet.

Several fully armed rat warriors are racing on the sand in boredom.

Passing by several small oases, under the vigilant eyes of those guys inside, they threw out a few boxes and then left like this.

The gerbils in the oasis looked at the boxes thrown out by the rats in the ruins with some confusion. Obviously, they didn't know what the powerful short-haired rats who attacked them a few days ago meant.

The oldest elder in the group gestured to the boys, and they immediately flipped out of the ruins and grabbed the boxes that were thrown down. Not long after, they brought back a few flat tin cans.

Looking at the things they brought back, the gerbils gathered here wanted to hide in panic. In the impression of these wastelanders, such tin cans only represent one thing, that is, bombs.

But the old elder had a thoughtful expression on his face.

He was an older gerbil who had seen more things. He had a little impression of these flat things. They didn't look like bombs, but like another kind of thing. He was not sure if it was.

Just thinking of this possibility, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He deftly climbed over the collapsed low wall, ran out of the ruins, came to the young men, and took the flat round iron box in their hands with some impatience.

Pulling the pull ring, what appeared in front of the old man was a ball of solidified white grease and a white block wrapped in the white grease.

He hurriedly took out a piece, and he was sure that this was what he had gotten from a group of passing merchants when he was young. That time, he took the merchants for a long distance, and they didn't give him any reward, but gave him something like this.

Such a thing called canned food.

He couldn't wait to put the white block in his hand into his mouth.

Suddenly, after an indescribable greasiness, there was a taste that was neither meat nor vegetarian, similar to jelly, but tougher than jelly.

Very wonderful.

God knows what the rat engineers who cultivate mushrooms have done. They turned those normal mushrooms into a kind of mushroom that can double its volume in one day with enough nutrition, and can also achieve a fat content of about 30% of the whole mushroom. They turned those normal mushrooms into a weird super biochemical crop.

Just pour it into a big pot, add a little water, boil it for a while, wait for the fat in the mushrooms to precipitate, then pour the pot of mushroom soup into the can, OK, it's done, almost nothing needs to be added, a can of oil mushrooms that can be stored for almost unlimited time is born.

It can be said that such a fast-growing mushroom, except that it cannot grow a structure similar to an iron can and seal itself, is simply a perfect and exaggerated high-energy food.

But the price, such high efficiency also makes these fast-growing mushrooms have a fatal disadvantage, that is, the high cost. The nutrient base for cultivating it will be completely squeezed out of nutrients in ten days. The need to frequently rotate the nutrient base makes the cost of these oil mushrooms far higher than other types of mushrooms that can also be produced in the cultivation room.

That is to say, the flagship of the First Expeditionary Fleet carried a complete set of technology and machines, plus a large-scale ratman engineering group, otherwise it would be difficult for these warship masters to eat these canned mushrooms.

The first bite, the old gerbil was conquered, the taste was close to meat, the extremely exaggerated and greasy taste, for the fleet ratmen who lived a life of luxury, it was something that was difficult to accept, but for these gerbil wastelanders, it was something they wanted but could not taste.

Let alone them, even the colleagues of the fleet landing corps, the hard-working ratman imperial army, and the planetary guards, they are still drooling with greed.

After taking a bite, the wrinkled face of the old gerbil was stretched out.

It's so delicious! It's so delicious! It's really so delicious!

It can be said that the rats gave them the cheapest and most despised thing for them, but it is the most likely to turn these wastelanders.

Gerbils, gerbils, they are all rats, as long as they are rats, there are still rats who don't like mushrooms.

In this way, this kind of thing was done twice. On the third trip, when the soldiers of the First Galloping Army arrived at this small oasis again, outside the oasis, in the yellow sand, there was an old guy kneeling in the sand.

The driver in the steam armored car looked at the old guy kneeling outside with interest through the window, and pushed the guy next to him with his elbow. Soon, the playful sight fell on the old guy kneeling outside the car.

These guys were not friendly, and were even extremely bad. If it weren't for the steam armored car, they would probably laugh at this old guy with their mouths wide open.

But what does it matter? In this post-apocalyptic era, for those guys struggling in the yellow sand, survival is always the most important thing.

Seeing the old guy's humble situation, the bad guys on the steam armored car pushed one more box off the car, and then swaggered away. After they left, the old gerbil immediately jumped up from the yellow sand. Soon, a large group of gerbils emerged from the ruins. They gathered around with joy on their faces, opened the boxes of wooden boxes, and smiled happily at the canned oil mushrooms inside.

Now they have completely forgotten the hatred not long ago. At that time, the armored forces of the rats appeared from the end of the yellow sand, and then rudely smashed everything in their small settlement.

Perhaps, at this moment, some of these smiling gerbils on the field have relatives who were killed in that barbaric action.

It can only be said that in the doomsday, the priority is always to survive, not anything else. The rules of the wasteland era are completely different from those of the civilized era. There is no civilization, embrace barbarism, just to survive.

It won’t be long, maybe when the gerbil forces on this planet who think they are the masters are ready and want to push back, at that time, if they really defeat the rats, they may be annoyed to find that these wastelanders who are not taken seriously by them will be transformed into the most loyal second-class rats, resisting them in a resolute and tenacious manner.

Loyalty! For the rats! For the rat empire! For the great rat emperor!

This will be a wonderful scene.

On the war front, now fighting with the first expeditionary fleet, or in other words, being attacked by the first expeditionary fleet of the rats, is a gerbil force called the War Fortress. They seem to have inherited the most military power of the golden age of the gerbils.

At least these guys' tanks are not like those guys in Enkos, who can only pull out a mere 500 tanks.

Although their tanks are not as surprising as the pioneers of Enkos, they have enough numbers, and they are all nuclear-powered and can fire artillery. There are five armored clusters with thousands of tanks at the forefront of this war.

At the same time, there are densely packed fortresses and fortresses.

As early as when Enkos fell, this war fortress seemed to be preparing to fight against the uninvited guests of the rats.

The defense line was not completely built, but it was also completed for the most part.

The advancement trend of the rats has slowed down for the first time since the fall of Enkos.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, the rats' mad army is advancing. In fact, the rats' armored forces are definitely not few. Steam tanks and various armored vehicles are densely packed in this empty desert, which is also a large black mass.

A standard Ratman battleship army, one thousand steam tanks equipped with psychic steam hybrid engines, three thousand armored vehicles, a large army of one hundred thousand people, and a logistics supply team of twenty thousand people, one army is one hundred thousand Ratman.

This configuration cannot be said to be bad, but it is still a little worse than the army pulled out by this war fortress.

The main reason is that the Ratman can't pull out more troops now. Even if the industrial zone gradually resumes operation in the flagship, the production capacity is terrifying, and no matter how many weapons are produced, there are not enough Ratman warriors to control it.

For this situation, the flag has made an allocation for the next generation of Ratman cubs who have not grown up in the first expeditionary fleet. Half of the Ratman newborns will be incorporated into the battle sequence, but they still need time to grow up.

A premeditated raid on the marching Galloping Army began, and the first to bear the brunt was a nuclear bomb with a terrifying equivalent.

The cylindrical missile dragging the tail flame exploded in the sky, bringing out a huge mushroom cloud, and also cleared the sky in an instant.

The commander on the opposite side, the commander of the war fortress, did not choose to use this terrifying nuclear bomb to attack the marching army. The rat army was too scattered. At the same time, the life support system of these tanks prepared for interstellar colonization was a skill that could achieve internal circulation in the tank. If it was used to attack the rat army running wildly on the ground, it would be a big deal, but except for the steam tanks that hit the center area, which would be directly destroyed, the rat tanks that were slightly farther away would survive.

It could not effectively kill.

And the most important thing is that the rats have always relied on the rat army advancing on the ground to expand their territory on the Yellow Sand Star, not the rat army advancing on the ground, but the warships that firmly grasped the air supremacy and had an absolute generation gap with the sand rat aircraft.

This nuclear bomb is to suppress these unscrupulous small warships. The terrifying electromagnetic shocks reverberating in the sky can effectively suppress the small warships of the rats, making them unable to participate in this ground war for a certain period of time.

The commander of the war fortress obviously has his own unique understanding of the barrel theory.

The weakest part is decisive, not the strongest part.

Compared with those small warships that are difficult to target and cannot be defeated and the main part of the first expeditionary fleet of the ratmen floating in the sky, these land army groups surging on the yellow sand are not so powerful that they are almost invincible.

But defeating these rat army groups can have the same effect as defeating those warships.

The ratmen came here to colonize, and if the ground forces were wiped out, the ratmen would naturally have to slow down the pace of colonization, or even give up colonization.

No matter which situation it is, he can give the sand rat forces and giant cities on this planet an excellent buffer time.

Slowly at the edge of the yellow sand, in the loud noise and the strong wind that almost swept everything, gray-black tanks appeared from the end of the desert, carrying these tanks with the endless infantry.

These gerbil infantry, wearing black long-nosed gas masks and holding rifles in their hands, swarmed behind the huge tank cluster.

Obviously, this will be a tough battle, and now the situation seems to have reversed a little.

The rats have not only become the challenged, but also the besieged.

In the raised yellow sand, in the steam tanks that recovered from the nuclear explosion, accompanied by the high shouts.

"Forward! Forward!"

Both sides began to charge at each other.