Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

【attack! 】

【attack! 】

【attack! 】

There are only these two words in the soul network of the insect people. They want to win this battle for their king, and no one can stop their determination.

Regardless of losses or costs, and withstanding the firepower of the Ratmen, the Insects used their numbers to push the front through.

"The undead are indeed a terrifying race."

Looking at the undead army that was slowly flooding over from a distance, the rat-man commander murmured to himself.

When he took over as commander-in-chief, he knew that this battle would not be easy to fight and he would most likely die on the battlefield.

The commander is already very old. He not only knows how to fight, he also remembers many things that other ratmen don't know. As he gets older, he will always know more.

For example, the undead.

Unlike other ratmen, the old commander paid attention to this race when the undead appeared. He felt that the undead would eventually become the formidable enemy of the ratmen.

When the old commander was still young, he heard some strange stories, and among them was the story of the undead.

He firmly believed that the races in those weird stories were real.

There was a time when he would tell these stories to young Skaven.

But no one cares.

The Ratmen are getting stronger and stronger, and all kinds of powerful weapons are constantly being developed.

Everything is enhancing racial self-confidence.

There is nothing wrong with self-confidence, but blindly increasing self-confidence is a big problem.

No one among the younger generation of the rat people believed in the ancient stories. They felt that they were made up by the old people to lie to them, and only children would believe them.

Some people who believe in it are equally dismissive. They believe that with current technology, even if the races in those stories appear, they will have enough ability to resist them, even if they completely eliminate those races.

When the undead tribe landed on this continent, the rat people didn't pay much attention to them and only treated them as an ordinary race.

The old commander had reminded them several times to pay more attention to the undead, and it was best to launch an attack in advance to eliminate the undead.

Unfortunately, his status was not high enough and the rat elders and nobles did not pay attention to his words.

The goods of the undead continue to flow into the territory of the rat people, and they have become a good thing that everyone likes in various city-states.

The old commander just watched helplessly as a large amount of resources flowed into the territory of the undead.

It's in my eyes, I'm anxious in my heart, but I can't do anything about it.

Then, the infected and demons appeared, and they cholera the ratmen's territory, but the ratmen had no good solution.

While all the ratmen were worried about the infected and demons, the old commander was still observing the undead.

The old commander did not expect that the undead would turn into businessmen. This was different from the legendary undead tribe, which once made him doubt those ancient stories.

But the appearance of infected people and demons made the old commander wary.

If the undead made any move, it would be at this time.

He was right.

The undead are indeed taking action.

But they appeared as friendly forces.

Groups of undead entered the territory of the ratmen, helping the ratmen eliminate the infected and destroy the demons. They seemed to be the most loyal allies.

Am I really wrong?

The old commander had self-doubt.

Will the undead really live in peace with us?

He didn't believe it, he didn't like the undead, and he didn't want the undead to enter the ratman's territory. It was extremely dangerous.

Even facing the threats of infected people and demons, it is much more comfortable than facing a group of undead.

The old commander gathered all the forces and tried every means to drive away the undead.

The reality is that many people do respond, but the undead seem to be indispensable in the fight against the infected and demons.

The undead are not afraid of the infected.

This alone makes the rat people unable to give up the undead easily and must rely on the undead.

From that time on, the old commander knew that sooner or later there would be a battle.

Not to mention the undead, even if it is any race, as long as it wants to develop and is strong enough, it will have a final battle with the rat people.

Hunting infected people and helping rat people are all excuses.

Through the Lend-Lease Legion, the undead plundered a large amount of resources from the Rat People, supplemented them in their territory, and sent a large number of troops into the Rat People's territory.

As one goes and the other goes, the undead tribe will become more and more powerful.

Will a race that has grown stronger honestly admit that there is a powerful and dangerous race around it?

Will not.

Things were just as the old commander expected. The undead had always appeared as allies of the rat people until Butler and the war.

The Undead have declared war on the Skaven.

But now the rat race is suffering from internal and external troubles.

This was the undead tribe's best opportunity, and they didn't give up.

The war started decisively.

The Rat King organized his forces to resist.

But after all, the army needs leaders and commanders.

Those who are best at fighting among the ratmen are on the troll battlefield, and those who are best at defending are on the harpy side.

The old commander knew at that time that the Rat Man had reached its most dangerous moment, and maybe it would be the end of the Rat Man this time.

He was lying on the bed at home waiting for the rat people to be finished, waiting for the undead to come and give him a knife, and let him die in bed in great humiliation.

Or go to the battlefield again, experience blood and fire again, even if you die, you will still be like a hero.

The old commander had no hesitation and chose to go to the battlefield.

Choose at least one way of dying that you like.

He is old and will not live much longer.

But before he died, he wanted to see how powerful the undead army was, and he wanted to see the legendary existence in the stories told by the old man.

So he came with his private army of nobles.

Facing the undead, he did not panic because he had already prepared for death.

What kind of general can defeat an army of tens of millions with an army of 600,000?

The old commander couldn't figure it out, and he didn't feel like he could do it.

This itself is not a fair battle, let alone a battle that can be won in one battle.

The only thing he can do is to delay the undead tribe as much as possible and buy the rat tribe more time.

I'm sorry for the ratmen I brought. I'm afraid they will all die here.

Facing the undead that surged forward and kept pushing the front line forward, the old commander could still remain calm and composed.

He just stood there, very conspicuous, and everyone could see him.

The undead can do it, and so can the ratmen.

He is like the magic needle that suppresses the sea, giving confidence to the rat army.

Did you see that the commander-in-chief is still there, and the commander-in-chief has not left.

We can win!

If the old commander had not been there, the ratmen in the front row would have collapsed long ago.

The human shields in front have already fought against the bugs.

The Skaven mainly attack from a distance, and their "human shield" profession is much inferior to other races. At this moment, they can only bite the bullet and fight against it.

If you don't push forward and let the undead rush into the rear troops, it will really be over.

Mutated rats several meters high, modified ogres controlled by ratmen riding on top of their heads... all kinds of grotesque human shield troops, facing the undead, launched a brazen attack.

There are too many bug-men, and the human shields are like solid rocks in the sea in front of the undead.

It could be blocked for a while, but the number was too small, and a large number of undead still crossed their defense line and rushed to the rear.

The human shields frantically blocked the undead, but soon, the human shields were overwhelmed by the undead, let out a few screams, and fell silent.

"Let the lurkers come out, it's time."

The commander looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him and gave instructions to the rat officer beside him.

The rat officer responded and left in a hurry.

"It was really an unsightly battle. The undead fought in a disorganized manner."

The old commander shook his head in disappointment and said.

In his mind, this should be a fierce battle.

The undead will probably send out all kinds of strange troops that no one has seen before, and the rat soldiers will fight back, and the two sides will fight in full swing.

Even if they failed in the end and failed to stop the undead, future generations would still remember this as a great battle.

Instead of like now, the undead sent out countless miscellaneous fish, pounced on them without any plan or fighting skills, and rushed to the front of the formation in a crushing state.

This makes combat seem very boring.

On both sides of the battlefield, large swaths of rat soldiers suddenly appeared.

This is relying on the innate skills of the rat men to ambush the rat soldiers who had hidden themselves early.

Not just soldiers, but tons of weapons of war.

After those soldiers appeared, they immediately launched an attack and poured firepower on the undead army.

Li Ziyu and the others, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, discovered it when the rat warriors appeared.

"Ha, I knew it." Li Ziyu said with a chuckle.

Let's just say that the rat people will not give up using that powerful talent skill.

The number of rat troops looked wrong today. They were obviously much less. They were indeed hidden.

Looking at the battlefield through the Eyes of the Undead, one can see that the rat-men were divided into three sides, trapping the undead among them, and outputting wildly, clearing away the number of insect-men.

Various catapults, cannons, looters, machine guns... the insect men were constantly knocked down.

Like peeling off a cocoon and pulling out threads, layer by layer, they were cut inwards, and more insect-men came from behind, one after another, rushing towards the rat-men camp.

There are too many bug-men, and they won't be able to be wiped out for a while.

When the old commander asked the lurking rat warriors to attack, Li Ziyu was no longer afraid.

That's basically the combat effectiveness of the Skaven.

Their inability to quickly eliminate the insect army means they will definitely fail.

"Mobilize the Skeleton Knights and eliminate the ratmen ambushing on both sides."

"The skeletal undead enters the battlefield and relies on the insect men for remote output."

……

Commands are passed out from the soul network.

A total of two hundred thousand skeleton knights separated from the undead army. The sound of horse hooves shook the ground, divided into two groups, and swept towards the rat troops on both sides.

The skeletal undead holding hand crossbows lined up and entered the battlefield.

Behind them, there are skeletal short archers, skeletal long archers and other undead.

Looking at the movements behind the undead, the old commander's eyes fell on the two torrents of steel that separated and headed towards the direction of the lurking rat soldiers.

Oh?

It turned out to be the case.

They knew my plan from the beginning.

The undead know us well.

The old commander understood instantly.

No wonder the undead used the simplest fighting method and allowed low-level undead like cannon fodder to press on.

It turned out to be to force those lurking rat men to show up.

The other party obviously knew that the rat men had hidden a group of warriors, waiting to suddenly appear and catch them off guard.

The lurking rat warriors, relying on a large number of war weapons, can kill high-level troops on the chaotic battlefield.

It's just an information gap.

If the undead didn't know, there really was a chance of victory.

Few races know about the Ratmen's ambush talent. They often achieve excellent results by relying on ambush tactics.

Unexpectedly, the undead would know the Ratman's ambush tactics.

Failed.

There is no need to fight this battle.

Lost.

"retreat."

The old commander gave the order to retreat without hesitation.

He wanted to delay the footsteps of the undead as much as possible and not let the entire army be lost here.

If all the noble private soldiers under him died here, the undead would enter the ratman territory unimpeded, and no army would be able to cause harm to them.

The strategy of relying on ambush tactics to kill large numbers of casualties and senior troops in a decisive frontal battle has failed.

The old commander issued orders promptly.

There was a special retreat plan among the rat men, with a special rear-guard unit. The other rat men retreated to the rear in an orderly manner.

The Skeleton Knight and the undead hunted for a while, and then returned to the camp at Li Ziyu's call.

"The Ratmen on the other side are very decisive." Looking at the Ratmen army retreating in the distance, Zhang Peng said to Li Ziyu.

"Well, I don't know what they are going to do next. I don't like cunning opponents." Li Ziyu sighed.

In the situation just now, if the other party issued a retreat order later, he would have had the opportunity to defeat the rat army and seriously injure its vitality.

The opponent was too decisive. As soon as the skeleton knights under his command arrived at the opponent's camp, the opponent had already begun to retreat without any hesitation.

They even had a rear team specially designed to stop the bugs and skeleton knights, which slowed down the pursuit.

In this battle, the insect men suffered a lot of losses, but the results were very small.

Although some ratmen were annihilated, the opponent's army still remained intact and could cause him trouble.

This is not good news.

"They are retreating. Should we send knights to chase them?" Zhang Peng looked at the retreating rat men through the eyes of the undead and suggested to Li Ziyu.

"No, the rat-man commander is not an idiot. Even if I send the knights, the other party will definitely be prepared. There is no need to fold the knights in." Li Ziyu gave up the idea after thinking for a moment.

The Rat Man's retreat was so methodical that they sent people to chase them. Who knew if the other party had any strange ambush.

This time he was lucky. He knew in advance that the rat people had the ability to "ambush". If he didn't know, he might have suffered a big loss.

What we need to do now is to capture the city-state of Tekel as soon as possible, and then advance towards the Ratman territory step by step, gradually eating away at the Ratman city-state.

An army of hundreds of thousands of ratmen is nothing compared to an army of tens of millions of undead.

The army of the undead returned and attacked the city-state of Takr again.

……

Thakur fell.

The so-called fortress, one of the oldest city-states, failed to stop the undead. Their city walls could not defend themselves and were conquered by the undead.

The news spread among the Skaven, causing panic.

Even nobles who are intoxicated with wealth and only know how to enjoy every day will wake up from their dreams.

They finally realized that the Rat Man was in trouble.

The rat people finally lost their peace as before, and they began to become restless.

Every city-state was talking about the undead, and they couldn't believe their ears.

"We should leave Skaven territory!"

"No, no, no, we must believe in our soldiers."

"You can't believe it, haven't you heard that Tucker has fallen?"

"I heard that the undead are very ferocious. All the people in Tucker were slaughtered. Now there are undead over there."

"Damn it, I just said that the undead should not be allowed to enter our territory."

"The undead should have been exterminated long ago!"

……

Street corners, bars and restaurants.

Everywhere one could hear people discussing the fall of Thakor.

This had a huge impact on them.

They didn't feel much when the city-state of Ilmaha was captured, and they didn't feel much when several other city-states were captured.

They feel that the war is far away from them, and they do not believe that the undead can keep advancing.

The Rat Man has encountered many dangers, but he always wins!

But Tucker is different.

That is a city-state famous for its defense!

Even Taker can't stop the undead, so what can other city-states do to resist?