However, most of the first batch of bullets only fired clouds of smoke and dust dozens of meters in front of the rats. Obviously, a machine gun without an aiming device cannot accurately strike the enemy.
A few occasional ricocheting bullets also flew towards the hundred-meter-high ceiling above the underground fortress, instead of flying towards the rats who were still marching.
Fortunately, the green light carried by the tiny amount of warpstone energy left a faint flashing green trail in the air, which allowed Eski to smoothly swing the direction of the machine gun, allowing new bullets to fly in the direction they should go.
One after another, the impacted steel cones emitted by the warpstone activators were rotated and pushed out of the rifled barrel. The cone-shaped bullets rotated across the sky at high speed, heading towards the first row of bullets about three hundred meters away. The rat in the leather jacket ducked over.
A stream of fine dust erupted from the area where the Clan Rat hit, causing the Clan Rat to immediately stop involuntarily and fall straight back.
When his body was about to touch the ground, a burst of blood mist spurted out from the huge wound torn apart by the cavity effect.
This scene happened simultaneously among the clan rats in the front row.
In just ten seconds, hundreds of steel cones had been sent into the bodies of the clan rats, and then leaked out of the body, embedded in the ground, or entered the body of another clan rat.
However, the price of such a scenario is the rapid consumption of ammunition.
"There's no ammunition left, hurry up and press a little more."
Hearing the sound of the gun barrel idling and the green flame starting to emerge from the muzzle, Esky immediately released the firing button, causing Ratlin to gradually stop.
He stared angrily at the slave rats and storm rats behind him and roared.
"It doesn't matter whether it's steel or any scrap metal. Throw it in there. There's also this hand-crank handle. Use your claws to start turning it."
At this distance, although aiming has become not difficult.
"Wait, it's not that urgent."
Ikrit said, calling to the clan rats on the side to set up a phalanx of guns and shields.
"Slave thing, spin it first."
While slapping the slave rat beside him with his tail, Ikrit pulled Eski aside.
"How much more of this kind of weapon can you provide?"
he asked eagerly, the light in his eyes seeming to come from hope.
Esky knew that it was not the hope of getting through this crisis, but the hope of the thing above, but he could only pour cold water on Ikrit.
"This is still an experimental product. I have to make a large number of parts by hand, and I am not yet capable of mass production. Let's get over the current matter first."
"Master, master, I can't pretend anymore!"
As the slave rat howled, Esky quickly returned to Rat Lin's side, aimed in the general direction just now, and continued to press the shooting button.
The rats three hundred meters away have not yet figured out the reason for the death of the previous group of rats. They stayed in place, trying to study the cause of death of this group of rats.
The roar that brought death came towards their dense formation with a dim green flash.
A large group of clan rats and even the storm rats among them fell down amid the bursts of blood mist and splashing dust, allowing the liquid in their bodies to soak the earthy ground.
In the sea of blood, a storm rat pulled out the saber on his waist and pointed at the parliament hall in the distance.
"Don't be afraid, you are all clan warriors from the big city! The methods of the rats in small places will not last long, follow me and rush over there! Keep attacking."
As he spoke, he personally led the heavily armored Storm Rats and slowly rushed to the front.
As he continued to march, he looked up at them on the ground to the side. Hiding in the darkness and surrounding them were red-eyed rats about the size of his paw.
"Grey Prophet! Support us!"
Ikrit's shout came from beside Esky who was reloading a new round.
"Hit those things on the left! With spikes
The clan rat in the helmet, I saw him just drawing his sword and pointing here, he must be the commander. "
"You don't need to remind me, there are so many storm rats, I was going to call them in the first place."
When the click of bullets being filled came from the barrel of the gun, and bullets appeared in the small magazine chain on one side used to discharge excess bullets, Esky immediately pressed the button.
With a buzzing sound, the green shining trajectory swept towards the left side that had been previewed just now, and the storm rats, whether wearing armor or not, also fell in response.
Those lucky ones on the right who had not yet been favored by bullets, seeing this, threw down their leather jackets, armors or other gadgets without looking back, and ran quickly towards the intersection where they came from. go.
Before the bullets hit them, a large group of rats escaped.
The corner there was blocked by a towering rock, and the 13mm bullet had no way of penetrating that place.
Once again loaded with bullets by the slave rats, Esky's gun still didn't move.
After disappearing, the rats never appeared again in Eski's sight.
"What is this? No more attacks?"
"Nearly three 169-man teams were wiped out in such a short period of time. No Skaven can dare to attack after seeing such killing efficiency, not to mention that their commander is probably dead."
What Iklit said reminded Eski of Staden's troops who were conducting a ground attack last time. With tens of thousands of troops, they needed to reorganize their front after suffering three to four hundred casualties.
"Then how much more time do they need to prepare?"
"I guess no one can know this."
Ikrit's hand touched the barrel of Ratlin's gun, but he was frightened by the scalding temperature and immediately bounced away.
The old warlord asked as if nothing happened.
"This thing has two doors. You can also teach another commander to use it."
Esky shook his head and pointed his paw in the direction of Clan Skryre.
"This thing is the property of Skulli. Logically speaking, it can only be used by Skulli's warriors. This time is an exception. Return it to me immediately after the battle."
With that said, Esky took out a blank piece of rat skin paper from his waist, and his fingertips with dimensional energy quickly burned black marks on it, and said to Ikrit.
"I owe you the employment fee first, but I have to calculate it according to the market price."
Ikrit threw himself on Ratlin indifferently and gently stroked the gun body.
"It doesn't matter. With these mines, I will be richer than the Horned Rat sooner or later."
Esky shook his head, also approached the machine, and began to think about temporary improvement plans.
Considering that he had the magnification of the observer and his already extraordinary physical ability to accurately coordinate the pointing of the muzzle, he still failed to accurately hit the target three hundred meters away in the initial shooting.
Eski thought for a while, mobilized the wind of metal, melted a piece of scrap material on the side, and installed an iron sight composed of four layers of circles and crosses on the fixed device in front of the barrel.
But there is no way to further improve it.
For example, the problem just exposed was that the dimensional energy caused by the muzzle idling accumulates in the barrel, so that the muzzle sprays fire. It is necessary to re-modify the ammunition supply and firing structure inside.
There is obviously nothing we can do now.
Even if they have been temporarily enchanted and reinforced with the wind of metal, these barrels probably won't last long.
Thinking of this, Eschi warned Ikrit who was about to push away another Ratlin mounted on a tire cart.
"If it weren't for this intersection, it would be best to wait until they get close before fighting. Your soldiers don't have the physical abilities or training I have to shoot as accurately as I can."
"Anyway, if there is metal, we can keep shooting, right. We can use the metal rain to feed the rats who disrupt the order on the front line."
Ikrit said nonchalantly.
However, Eski shook his body, almost subconsciously penetrating his will into Ikrit's mind, and then immediately stopped such behavior.
"No, I just discovered that this thing has a design flaw. Let your people control the firing rate to ensure that there are bullets in the chamber at all times."
"You must not shoot like I just did! Otherwise, without me paying attention to the status and preparing for maintenance, your soldiers are likely to blow it up."
"Exploded chamber?"
Eski asked.
"In other words, if this thing explodes, about a dozen of your clan rats will be reimbursed."
"Then it won't be a big problem."
Ikrit raised his brows, closed his eyes slightly, and made a strange expression, as if he was surprised that Esky would be so worried about the lives of more than a dozen clan rats.
But the next words from the engineering warlock made him sure that it was indeed the engineering warlock in front of him.
"The parts of this thing are very precious even to me. If you blow it up, I want you to pay five times the compensation, and there is no room for default!"
"Okay, I'll explain it."
Eski breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this answer.
Then there is no problem. The lower-class rats usually cherish their own lives.
While this miniature civil war is going on in the underground fortress, another war is also moving slightly in this direction.
In Astri's palace, Neferata, who still had not regenerated her legs much, was fixed at the royal family's negotiation table.
"It's been so long, I think it's time to say it."
The old king was restlessly stroking his beard, and then winked at Kunti who was standing aside.
His brother said immediately.
"Since you want to get what you want, then Astri doesn't have to pay tribute to Lahmia from now on."
Neferata's body had returned to her former calmness, and she just said calmly.
"I won't allow this to happen."
"You know, all city-states must pay tribute to Lahmia. Protons are the great diplomatic achievements I have achieved through political and economic means over the past hundreds of years."
"If I cancel Astri's, should I cancel Quata's? Zantari's? Lybaras's?"
"You all know this is impossible."
Veins immediately popped out on Kunti's head.
"Is Lamiya going to decline after losing these? Since you want to be Nehekhara's queen, you can't put Nehekhara first? For Lai's trick..."
Kunti realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and immediately changed his words.
"I mean, of course, people who are motivated by their own selfish interests cannot control the entire Nehekhara."
"Lahmia is also a part of Nehekhara, and paying tribute to Lahmia also has many positive meanings for Nehekhara."
Neferata's cat-like vertical pupils hid her anger, and her voice still carried the laziness and calmness of the palace.
"With this tribute money, Lahmia has enough money to subsidize business, so our trade can be the strongest on the eastern sea, which is beneficial to the entire Nehekhara."
"The concentration of princes and princesses from all the states in Nehekhara means that our future king can easily control the entire empire."
Kunti, who couldn't find any words to refute for a moment, launched an attack in another direction.
"The deceitful Lemashza, his blood is not holy blood. If you can't have children, do you want to train Lemashza's bastard to become the heir of the empire?"
As these words fell, the atmosphere on both sides became tense again.
"You can say anything, but you shouldn't say such things. I..."
Before Neferata could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the old prince and the "monster" he led who suddenly broke in.
"Arkadiza?! What are you doing?
"
The old king asked, his words already filled with a little anger.
"These... barbarians!"
He obviously did not think that barbarians should enter his court so casually.
Arkadiza faced his father and Neferata head-on, and spoke slowly.
"We need the assistance of the Skink. Their military strength is of great significance to this expedition."
"Skinksks? Is this the name of these barbarians?"
This time it was Neferata who asked.
"I didn't promise to help you."
Alkadiza was about to answer when the skink's voice spoke to Alkadiza from deep within.
This time, the other party did not speak in a hissing voice, but in a telepathic way. This made Alkadiza even more sure that the other party was not a barbarian.
"Hundreds of kilometers north of here, the evil that threatens all life in the world still exists."
The prince turned his head and spoke loudly to the skink.
"Even so, I still need to ask the noble Slan for instructions."
There was no emotion in the skink's voice.
"Slan? When will he agree to send troops?"
"The noble Slann exhausted his energy in the last attempt to contact our compatriots across the sea from us in the west. It will take about a while to wake up."
"How much exactly?"
"It ranges from decades to centuries."
"But we don't have that much time to wait! We need your war beasts now!"
