The rat men currently charging into the fortress are poorly equipped and have messy decorations. The small clans living in Cripple Peak succumbed to Moss, the most powerful warlord clan, and provided cannon fodder for Quark's operations.
The Skaven tactics are very traditional, but have proven extremely effective over thousands of years of bloody warfare. Use a large amount of cannon fodder to consume the dwarves' ammunition and physical strength, wait until the shield wall is exhausted, and then use the elite troops as a heavy hammer to defeat them.
Of course, the premise of this tactic is to ensure that the besieged dwarves are isolated and helpless. Under the careful instruction of Elder Gnoldor, Quick mastered the skills of tunnel combat. No messenger had ever been able to break out of the Cladro Gate before, and there would never be another one in the future.
"Move! Move!"
A small warlord drives his subordinates, Gnoldor is well versed in the art of using both soft and hard tactics. In addition to coercion and coercion, he also provides rewards - war beasts, weapons, mother rats and even the secret medicine to extend life. Of course, all of this requires In exchange for the life of a rat.
"Stupid, stupid bearded thing, it will take at least, at least three days to realize the problem. With their little steps, we will have five days to drive back!" Quick observed the battle situation from a distance, and it secretly calculated in its heart.
It left the Pillar City and headed south. After sneaking in for reconnaissance, it discovered that Belegar had even more power than before. Just as the headhunters were jumping up and down anxiously, wondering whether to seek reinforcements, the spies reported that the dwarves had sent thousands of soldiers out in two groups.
The Headhunters decisively seized this good opportunity, and the Skaven easily eliminated a small number of sentries and broke through the outermost wall. The absolute disadvantage in numbers forced Belegar to give up the idea of driving the Skaven out and instead shrink the defense line.
After a while, the small clan retreated. The warlord dragged his weapon backwards and took the lead in running away with his head in his hands.
"Duanwei, you, come on!"
Quick casually pointed out another batch of mice. They were brave but not reckless.
"For the blocking unit, are the troops in place?" it then asked its adjutant.
"Yes, yes!"
Quik was thinking that as long as he controlled the course of the war, when the two dwarf troops rushed back exhausted despite harassment, what was waiting for them would be the heads of the same kind who stayed behind and the rats grinding them away. guy.
If everything goes according to plan, the Andegrand clan, their rival for thousands of years, will be completely wiped out. Waiting always irritated Rat, and Quick paced back and forth, his tail stirring up dust on the ground.
The smell of blood and the call for victory made his head spin. He thought about how he would torture that old opponent, how he would reach the peak of rat life, and even thought about the legendary era of rat life.
"Buzz!" Suddenly, a strange sound that had never been heard before appeared.
A few minutes ago, the dwarves in the air saw a large group of rats on the hillside. Snorri took out his telescope, and his eyes were attracted by a large group of red. After quickly turning the focus, he saw clearly the group of storm rats wearing scarlet armor.
“It’s indeed the Moss clan, then.
"
The traveler was looking for that "haunted" figure, and the high-quality telescope at Torrent Pass did not disappoint him. Seeing the highly recognizable trophy rack in the Rat Pack, Snorri was so excited that he pinched the metal lens barrel.
As for the equipment, from a distance it might look like a Chaos Warrior under the Lord of Skulls. But whether Khorne will favor the cowardly Skaven, and whether Skaven is qualified to give his faith to gods other than the Great Horned Rat, we don’t want to say yet. At this moment, it only represents one guy-
"Quik-Headhunter!"
Snorri closed the telescope with a "stuck!" and spit out the name that would be respected by orcs, feared by goblins, and hated by dwarves in the future.
"Your Majesty, what should we do next?" Altman poked his head out of the cockpit. The helicopters hovered in mid-air waiting for the Lord's orders.
"That's it!" Snorri's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Everyone, the god Grimnir told me that among the rats that invaded the fortress, there is a powerful enemy from the mountains. Do you dare to follow me to kill it!" He shouted at the elites in the hanging basket. As for which one it was, Then you can tell the distinctive equipment at a glance.
"The enemy of the mountains? Even a mere Skaven is worthy of it!"
"Can it be as thick as a toe of Nurgle's greatest demon?"
"Back in Kislev, I didn't even give in when I faced Asava Kuhl's Chosen Guards!"
The Demon-Slaying Brotherhood made disdainful remarks. These veterans had seen big events, so what about the elite ratmen? It's just the difference between cutting down three or two with one axe.
Quark and his men squinted their mouse eyes to find the source of the sound. The Skaven had been moving in the dark tunnels for a long time, and the dazzling bright light on the surface greatly weakened their vision.
When the helicopter formation was less than 500 meters away from Quaker, the Storm Rats finally locked onto the target in the air. They formed a dense formation with the war general as the center. They tried to overcome their uneasiness and raised their halberds diagonally towards them. The enemy is sure to come.
"Then, what is that?"
"Beard thing?"
"Helicopters, there's Beard further south, there's this thing!"
In his short life as a rat, Quick had never been to the old world. All he knew was the vast greenskins and the stalking dwarves around the Eight Peaks Mountains. Because fuel could not be replenished along the way, neither Belega nor Domga had installed helicopters before.
"Shut! Shut!"
Although he had never seen it, the headhunter certainly knew that the visitor was not bringing meat to it, so it made the most direct reaction. What came from behind was not the sound of gunshots but the sound of hurried reloading.
Slings don't hit that far, and warpstone weapons require preparation. Users of rat-man technology are most aware of the instability. When not in combat, those unlucky shooters will try to keep the guy in their hands as far away from themselves as possible.
"Da da da!"
The machine gun mounted on the helicopter fired first, and dense projectiles poured down from high places. Some of the Storm Rats held up their shields to resist. They were all wearing heavy armor and had certain protective capabilities. But this was enough for the dwarves in the gondola, and the crew members lowered the height while suppressing the ratmen.
"In the name of the ancestors and gods, the hatred of the Moss clan will be settled today!"
After using the Grimnir Ritual to strengthen himself and his subordinates, Snorri stepped out of the hanging basket and took the lead in jumping down.
"Duang!"
"Zi la!"
Snorri activated the God's Descendence and transformed into a stone statue form. The moment he landed, he stepped on it with a thunderous blow. The huge impact and the effect of the skill cleared a ten-meter radius around him.
"Quick, lend me your head!"
The giant statue looked up to the sky and roared, throwing the war hammer in its palm.
