"Turn the machine guns up and aim at those things and hit them! Don't let them enter the parliament hall!"

Esky's roar almost tore the eardrums of the surrounding clan rats.

The weapons teams moved when they heard the sound, and their bodies curled up under Esky's order, and squeaked and squeaked one after another.

They dragged their tripods and the Ratrin machine gun toward the height of the city wall. The tripod was quickly adjusted, and the top was tilted towards the elevated passage at a steep angle.

A team leader of a weapon team climbed onto the tripod, stepped on his legs on the crossbar, his hairless tail tightly wrapped around the tripod to maintain balance, and the tail tip twitched slightly, trying to reduce the recoil of Ratrin.

He slightly adjusted the angle of Motrin, then pulled the trigger with his paws, and his knuckles were highlighted by force.

His tail was too tightly wrapped, limiting the range of movement and his body tilted slightly, but he quickly stabilized with a well-trained attitude.

The other two weapons team members grabbed the handle of the bomb press, shook wildly, their arms trembled, but they squeaked out of their throats, screaming and laughing.

The six barrels rotated rapidly. As the speed of Ratrin reached its maximum, the dimensional stone energy generator behind emitted a low buzz, and the green energy surged, pushing the metal warhead to rotate and fly out along the rifle.

The six muzzles sprayed green gun flames at the highest point in turn, reflecting on the claws of the weapons teams, making the faces of the unkind rats with their forward glasses become even more ferocious.

The muzzle that constantly sprays out the gun flame emits the scent of the dimensional stone that makes the rat intoxicated. For rat people, this smell is strong and deadly, and it is the ultimate temptation that is more deadly than any psychedelic drug.

The sweetness is filled with dangerous fragrance, which penetrates the nose and heads straight into the brain, making all Scarven's blood boil and eager to tear everything apart.

The bullets that were constantly fired from the muzzle continued to satisfy their crazy desire to destroy.

The bullets poured like a rainstorm, tearing the air, making a sharp whistling sound, the bullet chains trembled, the metal collision sounds endlessly, and the green light flashed.

The evil clan on the elevated passage was caught off guard and was painted almost gray with fur torn apart by the bullets. The flesh and blood almost exploded under the shock wave caused by the bullets, and they turned into minced meat one by one.

Some clan rats waved their scimitar in despair and tried to split the bullets, but could not stop the torrent of bullets and were blown away by bleeding mist and flew up.

The rat claw head of a vicious clan tried to jump directly from the passage above to the area where the weapon team was located through a drop and distance of dozens of meters, but still in mid-air, Ratrin hit him.

His chest was pierced by bullets with green tails, and the red thing that didn't know whether it was blood or flesh completely exploded. The internal organs were sprayed out, and the knife fell off his hand, smashed on the passage, shattered into two pieces.

There were also some evil-dipping clan rats trying to hide behind their companions who had not been beaten to death to throw stones, but as soon as the stones left their hands, their heads and the bodies of their companions in front were blown up, and their brains were mixed with blood.

Then, a large number of corpses of the Evil Clan fell down, from both sides without railings, falling to the ground, and falling into a ball of rotten flesh.

The three weapon teams continued to fire. The barrel of the Ratrin gun turned red due to the high temperature, the buzzing of the dimensional stone generator intensified, and the green gun flames gushed, and the fragrance of the dimensional stone became stronger.

The bullets tore the defense line of the entire Evil Clan, the blood mist rose and the remaining limbs flew away.

The tail of the weapon team leader next to Eski was still wrapped around the tripod, and his body swayed when he pulled the trigger. The tripod squeaked and almost fell. He screamed and his claws held the gun tightly.

His team members were also shaking the bomb press with enthusiasm, and the metal bullets were continuously sent in, sweat was flowing down, and blood was mixed with it and condensed into a dirty liquid with invisible color on the ground.

The fanged leader who had arrived at the top was stunned when he saw that the enemy was already under the attack of Ratrin, and immediately led more than two thousand steel armored clan rats around him to attack forward.

The corners of his mouth cracked, revealing a row of uneven white fangs, and a squeaking sound squeezed out of his throat, with a passionate murderous intent.

The fanged leader leaned forward slightly, waved his battle axe, and roared,

"Kill them up and tear them apart! Let them see how powerful Bairek's claws are!"

The troops under the fanged leader Bairek quickly assembled, held shields to protect the surroundings towards the passage ahead, and began to charge.

However, because this narrow passage without railings was too dangerous, he did not directly rule out that even if he curled up, he had all the Storm Rat Guards.

But it was just to let those short clan rats who were only 1.5 meters tall or even about 1.4 meters tall and in the fighting posture, they moved forward.

The helmets and chest armor of these more than a thousand clan rats protect the vital points of their bodies. The spikes on the top of the helmet only reveal Scarven's chin, nose and eyes.

With the raised steel-edged triangle wooden shield, such protection almost blocks all possible attacks by enemy troops.

At this time, the Evil Clan finally came back to its senses from the blow of Rat Lin and began to flee. The rats of these clans were staggering, and their squeaking screams revealed unprecedented despair.

There are many evil-relieving clan rats who try to turn around and throw stones to fight back while running away.

But most of these scattered stones fell on the wooden shield, and a small part of them penetrated the wooden shield also fell on the steel armor, and could not even stop the clan rat from moving forward for a second.

Bairek stood behind, his battle axe leaned against his shoulder, and shouted at his subordinates,

"Hurry up, don't let the trash run away!"

His commands were quite sharp, and echoes rang out within the area of ​​at least two hundred meters.

He narrowed his scarlet eyes and locked on the evil rat that fled ahead. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a hideous smile.

The clan rats accelerated when they heard the sound, their shields protected their bodies, and their sprint speed increased by at least 20%.

Soon, the steel spear caught up with the backward breath. The spear tip pierced into the flesh and blood gushed, splashing onto the shield held by the clan rats, and flowing down the steel edge.

A vicious breath who was caught turned around and wanted to throw a stone. As soon as the stone left his hand, the steel spear pierced his chest. The body was lifted up and threw it to both sides of the passage, falling into a ball of rotten flesh.

The fragrance of the dimension stone became stronger and stronger, and the sweet and fragrant aroma penetrated into the nose. The clan rats moved faster and their murderous intent became stronger, and they began to chase them more quickly.

But these defeated soldiers suddenly stopped after escaping a fork in the road.

The clan rats also stopped chasing and looked at the forks on both sides.

On both sides of them, several claw groups that had formed a tight square array were ready. The bronze spears in their hands had been laid flat and moved towards the Scully's front like a wall.

These claw groups are composed of the reserve team of the Evil Clan, and each claw group looks no longer than the standard 169 ratmen.

Their variegated hair was messy, their scarlet eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and their movements were neat and uniform, and the squeaking sounds were like a tide.

A mouse claw leader of the Skuri clan with brown fur missing a corner of his ear narrowed his scarlet pupils into a slit, and he shouted loudly at the three claw groups around him, as well as the five claw groups that were rushing behind him.
Chapter completed!