Ratfolk seemed to be everywhere, but their numbers were deceptive. They were like a hulking brute who looked tough but was all flab and bluster.
The Ranger, whose "teeth weren't so good," liked opponents like that. He picked up his fork and began enjoying his lunch.
Elite Rat armor could stop plenty of bullets, and Brute Rats could take several shots. But against Rangers operating in ten-person squads, they might as well have been sitting ducks.
"I'm heading out!"
Pike called to the captain who had brought him there, then ducked into the woods with two muskets on his back, heading for the flank of the battlefield.
The sporadic but sustained gunfire took half an hour to die away.
Jack looked up and saw the Reconnaissance Airship send flag signals ordering the scouts to clear the battlefield. He then opened his mission list and drew a third check mark: the third wave of rats had been cleared.
Two thousand men against a mixed swarm of ten thousand rats. It hardly seemed difficult.
[Legion Commander Femi:
The Empire has drawn ninety percent of Chaos's attention. The Dimon Kingdom has drawn nine-tenths of the remaining ten percent. That leaves just one percent.
But even that last one percent is more than we can bear.
Still, we must shoulder this responsibility. For Annan, for Free City, and above all, for ourselves.
Your First Phase mission is to hold the line outside the Graypeak Mountains. Do whatever it takes to keep the Rat Tide from crossing the Northern Great Wall.
The other Legions are on their way. The longer you hold out, the more reinforcements will arrive—and the more frenzied the Ratfolk will become.
The eyes of the world are on you.]
The wind of the Northern Frontier swept over the towering Northern