Chapter 556

On Bone Burial Peak, in the smoke-filled trenches, the soil was soaked with blood until it was as thick as a swamp, and the unextinguished embers burned slowly, outlining the contours of the battlefield.

The tragic battle was nearing its end.

As the last crossbow position had its skull lifted by the grenadiers' grenades, a dozen charred clan rats raised a white flag, shivering in the dead corner of the trench.

They threw away the rusted knives in their hands, raised their filth-covered claws high, and made a teeth-aching plea for mercy.

"Don't! Don't kill us! Squeak!"

The leading clan rat knocked its head into the muddy water, its voice shrill and miserable.

"We are innocent! We didn't harm your compatriots!"

The clan rats on the side echoed one after another.

"That's right! Those bad things were all done by the Shi Laike Warlord! It was that damn fatty who forced us to do it!"

"You go find him! Don't kill us!"

"Injustice, injustice has a head and debt has an owner! We, we were just following orders!"

This group of rat-men was terrified.

Although the Campbells were also very good at fighting before, it wasn't the way they saw today.

They should have lined up in a square, beating drums and lining up to come up, then started loading bullets, then bang bang bang... when did these humans become so scary?!

Looking at these weeping rats, the Ryan Battalion soldiers who surrounded them did not show the slightest pity on their faces, only cruel, ferocious smiles.

Weren't you acting tough before?

Why not continue?

Most of these young men were refugees from Roland City, and the other part were refugees from the Twilight Province.

Their homes were burned, their relatives were sold, and the displacement along the way had long since worn away the warmth in their hearts.

Before, they didn't know who to hate, but now the hatred finally had a place to go.

A sergeant walked up, not even looking at the rat pleading for mercy, just saying in a cruel voice.

"We will certainly go find him. But before that, you go down first to save him a seat, and by the way, say hello to him for me over there."

Before the words fell, he waved his hand behind him.

A soldier carrying an iron bucket walked up expressionlessly, with a cruel arc hanging on the corner of his mouth, and the pitch-black nozzle aimed at the leading rat.

Although he didn't know what that thing was, seeing the flame ignited at the front of the nozzle, the clan rat's face still showed instinctive panic, and it screamed subconsciously.

"No—"

Whoosh—!

An orange-red fire dragon roared out, instantly swallowing that narrow corner.

That is the Gutafu Kingdom's flamethrower, improved according to human physique and usage habits, driven by Nether Script pressurization.

Although the range of this thing is not far, it is still exceptionally efficient when clearing caves, and even more so when cleaning up garbage.

The shrill screams lasted only a few seconds in the flames, then turned into the crackling sound of fat bursting, just like dry firewood constantly bursting in a fireplace.

The burnt smell instantly covered the smell of gunpowder smoke, and those dozen rats who were still shirking responsibility just now turned into a pile of curled ashes in the blink of an eye.

Sir Dikebin stood behind a cover not far away, clutching the rifle in his hand, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably, his eyes full of panic.

Saint Xisi above—

Didn't expect the Campbells to be so vicious, it was enough that they were barbaric themselves, but they even taught the gentle and humble Ryans to be beasts!

"Really crazy..."

Dikebin cursed wildly in his heart, but he kept his mouth tightly shut, not even daring to let his expression reveal even a trace of dissatisfaction.

He knew very well that these young men had long found him an eyesore, and he was afraid that the fire dragon would spray on him in the next second due to "misoperation".

Just at this time, Company Commander Kaiste walked over in big strides, he was the boss of all the young men in the 1st Company of the Ryan Battalion of the 1st Mountain Regiment.

According to the military regulations of the Campbell "New Army", regardless of the rank of nobility in battle, soldiers of lower rank must salute their superiors.

Therefore, even if he was ten thousand times unwilling in his heart, Sir Dikebin also put his hand on his brow.

Looking at the young men saluting, Kaiste simply returned a military salute, and then cast his gaze on the pile of ashes still burning in the corner of the trench.

He didn't say anything, just ordered in a deep voice.

"Alright, stop playing. Pack up the equipment, we have a new mission to execute."

A Ryan soldier whose eyes were red from killing wiped the sweat mixed with mud and water on his face, and asked his superior excitedly.

"What mission? Sir."

"Has that bastard named Shi Laike been found?"

"Haha, I can't wait to dig out that beast's intestines!"

Looking at these eager young men, Kaiste didn't say anything more, just threw down a sentence concisely.

"You'll know when you get there."

The young men who received the order still had an eager expression, thinking they were going to clear out the remaining rats somewhere.

Only Sir Dikebin, who had been observing words and expressions, keenly read the wrongness in the company commander's eyes.

That was not the look of going to fight, but rather like attending a funeral.

With a restless mood, Sir Dikebin followed behind his teammates.

They passed through this winding trench, stepped over charred corpses, and came to the entrance of a huge cave halfway up the mountain.

A more tragic battle had just ended here.

The ground was full of rocks and severed limbs shattered by hand cannons, and green blood and black blood were mixed together.

The tens of thousands of rat-men stationed here had relied on the terrain to put up a stubborn resistance, and among them were many powerful transcendents.

There are also transcendents among the rat-men, and there are quite a few of them.

It's just that under the unreasonable heavy firepower of the Gutafu Kingdom lizardman legion, this group of rat-men finally lost.

The cave entrance at this time had been cleared, and a team of fully armed lizardmen was guarding there.

After following his teammates into the cave, Sir Dikebin, who was still complaining about the difficult road, suddenly stopped his steps and covered his mouth and nose subconsciously.

That was an indescribable smell.

It was not gunpowder smoke, nor corpse stench, but a mixture of rot, excrement, and magic potion smells, and many other desperate breaths.

With the help of the dim torches on the cave wall, he finally saw the scene in front of him, and finally understood why the company commander had a complex expression on his face.

I saw that in the huge cave, there were densely packed iron cages, extending to the end of the line of sight.

That group of Ryans locked in the cages could no longer be called humans, just like animals waiting to be slaughtered.

Those pairs of eyes were hollow and numb, having lost consciousness of the changes outside the cage, and had no reaction at all.

Not only that—

Outside the cages, there was a group of women wrapped in tattered blankets, who seemed to have been brought out of deeper caves by this group of lizardmen.

They also had hollow eyes and faces like dead ashes. And what was even more shocking was that the abdomen of every one of them was bulging to an unnatural extent.

The situation here seemed to be even more exaggerated than in the cave at the foot of Bone Burial Peak, and the experimenters seemed to be no longer satisfied with one child per person.

"Saint Xisi above..." Sir Dikebin's Adam's apple rolled, and he squeezed a curse out of his throat with difficulty.

What exactly is this...

What kind of hell.

A tall lizardman officer walked over.

His green scales were still stained with blood, he was holding a rifle with an exaggeratedly large caliber in his hand, and an ancient crystal pendant was hanging on his chest.

He looked at the dumbfounded human soldiers in front of him, didn't say any extra words, just gave a standard military salute to Kaiste.

"That group of rats intended to release poison gas and die with us, thanks to our scouts who anticipated the enemy and solved the trouble."

Kaiste returned a military salute and said solemnly.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing, you are the ones who will be busy."

The lizardman officer shrugged his shoulders feignedly, then raised his thick thumb and pointed behind him.

"Inside are all your people... I'll leave them to you."

His expression was obviously not as relaxed as his movements, but rather like he couldn't wait to throw this mess off his claws immediately.

Understanding the complexity of the other party's mood, Kaiste nodded silently.

He turned around, looked at the young men with red eyes behind him, and ordered concisely.

"Take our people home."

No cheers, no slogans.

The soldiers swarmed up silently, smashed the chains with pliers or rifle butts, and rescued the shivering compatriots.

Finally, some people began to cry bitterly, some people gritted their teeth tightly, and some people patted their shoulders and said some comforting words.

"It's alright now..."

That voice was too pale, but it was the only thing they could say.

Looking at this scene, Sir Dikebin felt his legs were filled with lead, and his shiny old face had never been as hot and painful as it was today.

Are these the people protected in swaddling clothes by His Majesty...

No wonder Edward said they were sardines, they were indeed tortured until they didn't look like humans, and he was still talking about the Second Epoch and ancient contracts.

Although most Ryan nobles are shameless shar-peis, he still had a little bit of awe for the Holy Light, and was not shameless enough to lie through his teeth without blushing.

Thinking of the shameless lies he had told, he wanted to jump off a cliff and hit his head on a stone and die.

But he didn't do that after all.

Following his comrades forward, he gave a shoulder to those Ryans who walked out of the cages limping, and said in a voice with a trace of repentance.

"We... are going home."

On the artillery position near the front line, smoke filled the air, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Sir Wei Sili stood on the temporarily built command platform and slowly put down the monocular telescope in his hand.

Even for him, who had always been calm and experienced, his face was full of deep shock at this moment, and his eyes were intertwined with excitement and fanaticism.

At the end of the field of vision, the sturdy position that once belonged to the rat-men had now become a sea of fire, and the flag of the principality was already fluttering in the sea of fire.

The destructive firepower displayed by the Gutafu Kingdom's "Honeycomb" rocket launcher completely exceeded the expectations of all Campbell officers.

The rockets falling from the sky were like meteor fire rain sent by the gods, mercilessly plowing through every inch of land. And the role played by the soldiers in it seemed to be only to rush over and then occupy.

This is exactly the firepower he pursued!

The only fly in the ointment is that the specifications of the single rocket are too small, if only that thing could be made bigger!

The Campbell Principality had tried skirmish tactics in previous wars, using high morale to make up for the lack of organization, and fully utilizing the advantage of mobility to attack the enemy's flanks not protected by cavalry.

However, even though skirmish tactics already had sufficient theoretical and practical foundations, the tactic of lining up to be shot was still the mainstream.

But now, the tactic of lining up to be shot might really be about to exit the stage of history.

A battalion of 600-800 people, through reasonable organization and deployment, can perfectly support a front line that two thousand-man teams can support!

And with such terrifying firepower, even if it is to support the attack of a ten-thousand-man team, he has full confidence!

As for transcendents?

That is a matter for another consideration.

And presumably in front of such firepower, even transcendents can only retreat three times and look for opportunities to cut in from the flanks of the battlefield.

Sir Wei Sili, who was thinking this way, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, fortunately, those lizardmen known as the Dragon God's people were a group of peace-loving friends.

If they really wanted to return to the Aus Continent with this kind of terrifying weapon to compete for hegemony, I am afraid that even the huge Aus Empire would feel extremely tricky.

"Saint Xisi above... we actually took Bone Burial Peak in just one day." Standing next to Sir Wei Sili, a Campbell officer couldn't help but clench his fists excitedly.

Originally in their expectations, it would have been quite good to be able to gnaw down the first line of defense in half a month, but I didn't expect the little rats on Bone Burial Peak to be so unable to fight.

At this speed, I am afraid they can take down the entire Rotten Meat Clan in less than half a year!

"Haha, I guess the little rats of the Rotten Meat Clan must be panicked now!" Another officer standing next to him said excitedly.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, their high-level transcendents haven't made a move yet, I reckon the chosen one of the Gluttonous Rat must already be unable to sit still."

"Compared to the chosen one of a group of rats, I am more worried about the people behind them, those evil spells don't look like something rat-men can come up with."

"No matter who came up with it, they will go to hell!"

Alike Dadi, the envoy of the Alpine Kingdom standing on the side, was also dull at this time, his eyes wide as copper bells.

The beard braided into a braid was trembling slightly, and he was muttering to himself.