The leader of the fangs yelled again the order,

"Thirty claw groups, the claw leader leads the team (claw leader)! Moskek, Muror, Splic, take your claw groups out to meet the enemy."

More than 6,000 clan rats wearing iron armor, led by the claw heads of three claw groups, quickly lined up to the outer layer to replace the Med clan who were still fighting hard.

Although the order was only thirty claw groups, the claw heads of these claw groups, without exception, brought their claw groups with the three claw groups whose claw groups were not in the order.

The white fluff on Eski's body shines with a cold luster under the illumination of the magic light source, and the green rat eyes are half-closed, returning to its original redness.

Looking at the fanatical but tired Mede clan who gradually changed defense from outside, he was about Toxed.

"Toksid, take your six thousand meds as soon as possible and prepare the rebels will not wait for us to procrastinate!"

Toxid stood in the middle of the warehouse, lowered his head and exposed his neck, allowing Esky to see it and show his obedience.

Although, with Esky's current height after being blessed, he was no longer the dwarf who needed him to bow his head to see not long ago.

"As for orders, sir, let's go out right after that?"

His final tone was filled with the bloodthirsty that all the Mede clans had.

Toxed's mouth cracked, revealing two rows of sharp yellow teeth, and his scarlet tongue poked out slightly and licked his lips.

Eski replied, "Yes, go out right after that."

Then, a green light flashed, and he had reappeared on the artillery position of Skuri just now.

On the surface, the technical rats and slave rats have not yet sent the parts, and their movements are obviously not as convenient as those of the mage.

When Esky found them, they only took two-thirds of the journey.

The brown-haired Skuri technicians squeaked and directed the skinny slave rats.

But perhaps because they were too tired and couldn't move the whip too much, these transported slaves and mice were still moving very slowly.

The slave rats were skinny, with brown hair, yellow hair and red hair mixed with messy hair. Because of the hunger of time, their ribs were prominent under the skin, their tail scales fell off, and the fluff between the cracks was generally worn off.

More than a dozen slave rats surrounded a cannon, creaking and low, gasping mixed with painful moans, pushing and pulling with all their might.

Their shoulders were thin, and their fur was worn off by the cannon stand, revealing their blood-red skin. Sweat mixed with blood flowed down, dripping along the hair on the ground, dyeing the ground dark red, and soon being stepped onto the purple.

The cannon wheel squeaked and ran through the blood, making a harsh friction sound. Every step forward, the slave rat's forelimbs trembled, blood flowed out of its claws, and almost clenched into the rope that was pulling.

Of course Esky knew why, because of the huge pressure of the dimensional stone gunpowder. Even if rune enhancement technology is used, the weight of these cannons exceeded one ton.

The strength of Scarvin is originally lower than that of humans - low strength, poor endurance, and fragile bones, which is the price of rat man's melee attack speed being three times that of humans.

Esky immediately re-ordered his subordinates,

"There are not enough slave rats, so add twice the slave rats to pull them. At least two teams will pull a cannon. For the others, pull the rat Trillin up first."

The brown-haired Skuri technical rat squeaked and waved the handle of the rat's tail whip. The tip of the whip was swung weakly, whipping it into the air, making a faint sound, obviously not even able to swing the whip.

They quickly summoned more slave rats from above, and the skinny figures staggered and rushed over, putting the pulling rope on the cannon, and pulling the cannon together in front.

Another group of slave rats dragged three Ratling machine guns to the position first, each machine gun weighing about one-fifth of the artillery, which was much faster.

After the new instructions, the progress finally got a little faster.

Esky followed Ratlin to the ground, and the armored Scurry had already fought with the three unmarked battle groups.

The troops of the Evil Clan were attacking from the elevated channels as a whole, and the castings of the cannon fodder clans became almost useless.

At the bottom, the troops of the clan clan were trying to break through the weakest defenses of the lower class.

The turquoise mucus covered their fur, slippery and sticky, and exuded a pungent sour smell.

The surface of their bodies is covered with parvosarcoma, and yellow pus seeps out of the tumor, dripping on the ground to corrode shallow pits.

Their claws were thick and short, their nails were bent, and they grabbed the simple stone hammers and wooden sticks. They were slow but looked unstoppable.

The one thousand Iron Armored Shikuri clan rats deployed at the lowest level cannot replace the role of the Mede clan just now.

They raised their steel spears and stabbed them at the sticky rat, but they were slid away by the mucus. Only shallow wounds were cut out from the tip of the spear, and green blood mixed with the mucus flowed down, emitting a foul smell.

Scully's troops retreated one after another, with scarlet eyes terrified and screaming, extremely afraid of the mucus that was contaminated with the clan's body.

The mucus made a sizzling sound when it touched the iron armor. The edge of the armor melted slightly, and white smoke came out.

Esky narrowed his eyes, "Waste!"

Esky immediately commanded the clan rat engineering technician, and with the assistance of the metal wind, he built a tripod that could tilt outwards on the city wall, aiming a rat Tryn vertically downwards.

The leader of a weapon team immediately stepped forward, aimed at the object below with the ring crosshairs in the middle, and began to shoot.

As the six barrels began to rotate, the muzzle of Ratrin began to spew a green tongue of flames, and the chains trembled rapidly. The members of the weapon team on the side also began to shake the bomb press frantically to extend the duration of firepower.

Metal bullets poured down like a rainstorm, tearing the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

The clan of the clumps below caught off guard. The fur of the green mucus was penetrated by bullets, and the yellow-red blood with pus gushed, and the green mucus splashed everywhere.

The mucus splashed onto the armor of several unlucky iron armored Shikuli rats, making a sizzling sound and white smoke came out.

However, almost the next second, they no longer had to worry, because at least hundreds of enemies that could be seen in front of them were almost beaten into disgusting rotten meat.

"Set the fire and burn those things! You stupid guys!"

Eski shouted at the bottom on the platform, "Burn! That thing may be with a plague!"

The claws of the team who reacted quickly went to find rat oil and flint, rubbed them on the sword a few times, and ignited the rat oil with sparks. A raging fire ignited in front of the sticky ball below.

The technicians directed the slave rats to drag the remaining two machine guns, quickly set up new tripods, aiming at the sticky balls that had not dared to charge.

However, after the loss just now, the sticky ball does not seem to plan to charge directly.

The lower defense line has been temporarily stabilized.

Esky squinted his eyes, and his scarlet pupils locked in the elevated passage of the evil breath clan.

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

All the units of the rat man have the same word, Claw, whether it is a currency unit or a military unit, it is a team of 6-13 people, more than one or two thousand people, and unified is Claw. Only when all units are added together will one additional word be added and become ClawPack.

Before, when the translation was over, there were big guys in China who were the translation of ClawPack, so I adopted that translation and turned the organization of Claw into a claw team (13), claw group (169), claw group (2197), claw army (multiple mixed troops).
Chapter completed!