“These rubbish!”

The ratman commander cursed angrily and turned around and shouted, "Flammer! Burn those guys to death!"

The Plague Flamethrower is not the traditional close-range flamethrower, but a long-range soldier.

They are also divided into groups of two. The rat man in front is responsible for adjusting the angle of the injector, and the rat man in the back carries the fuel tank and hose.

This set of jet equipment is definitely the ratmen's black technology.

They developed a special fuel that, when compressed, forms a jelly-like mass that is then fired from a jet in a catapult-like manner.

The dyes made by the ratmen are sticky and will burn for a long time, but they can be extinguished by things like soil and water. Conventional fire-fighting methods are effective.

Of course, the rat man who is well versed in poisons cannot be so simple. Since the fire can be extinguished, it doesn't matter. Just add poison into it and be done with it.

Fire can be extinguished, but poisonous gas will also spread, and its lethality is even greater than flames!

This poisonous gas can not only kill people directly, but also spread plague.

If you don't die immediately, it will be even more miserable, and you will be tortured to a point where life is worse than death.

The Plague Flamethrower's range is slightly shorter than that of the Ratman. They mainly use parabolas to make the flames fall to the designated location.

Under the command of the ratman commander, the jet slowly moved forward for a distance. Even after moving forward for a distance, Thorn-1 was still out of reach.

Then pieces of flames shot out and fell towards the gathering place of the undead.

In a flash, the gathering place was engulfed in flames and smoke rose.

Seeing the smoke, the surrounding vassal race warriors were immediately frightened and retreated quickly. This was an indiscriminate attack.

After inhaling the poisonous fog, it is unknown whether the undead will live or die, but they are definitely not well.

The unlucky ones were the warriors of the vassal races who were charging forward. Not only were they attacked by the undead, but they were also attacked by their own poison gas. Some of the warriors who were rushing in the front, after smelling the poison gas, immediately had their eyes rolled back and fell to the ground twitching.

[Does the Ratman have a grudge against these guys? ]

When the Black Warrior saw the warriors of the vassal race who were poisoned to death, he scratched his head in confusion and looked around.

My goodness, in just a short while, the entire gathering place was on fire, flames were everywhere, and thick fog had covered the entire area.

But what's the use of this?

Are you going to burn us all to death with flames?

Please, we are the undead!

The Dark Knight was happy after the Rat Commander set the fire. Now they didn't have to attack. The enemy could just charge forward and be killed by the poisonous fog.

So, the Dark Knight ordered some of the undead to put out the fire first, and it would be best to make the poisonous fog thicker.

The method of extinguishing the fire is also simple. There is soil everywhere, so you can just use the soil to extinguish the fire.

This attack was indeed a stupid mistake by the ratman commander. When the plague flamethrower shot out flames, he realized that he had given an absolutely wrong order.

Unfortunately, the flames could not be retrieved.

He just watched helplessly as the poisonous fog slowly spread in the gathering place of the undead, and the charging warriors of the vassal race plunged into the poisonous fog.

The shrill howls were endless.

Rat Commander: ...

Well, this is good. The other side didn’t suffer any loss, but I lost three thousand strong warriors.

The commander who came this time was not a real ratman military officer, but a second-generation gilded soldier who knew nothing and was forced into the team.

Corruption is a common occurrence among the ratmen.

The second generation's understanding of the battlefield is to let their subordinates charge and do things, and everything is based on what they hear when people around them brag.

He often thought that he could also fight in those battles.

This time when I went to the battlefield, I didn't expect that in the first wave of fighting, I would accidentally injure friendly forces.

We can’t fight for the time being. We have to wait until the poisonous fog dissipates.

Meanwhile, at the gathering place of the undead, shrouded in thick poisonous fog, the Black Warrior was sending a message to Li Ziyu through the soul network.

(End of this chapter)