"We are warriors, and our home is the battlefield."

"Don't try to leave. When we stop holding back the undead, they will advance relentlessly, leaving us with no way out."

"Stand tall, like a hero, don't be afraid, and face death bravely."

"Your lives and your names will be remembered by future generations."

"Final order, use your lives to hold back the undead!"

The ratmen soldiers imitated the old commander's tone and told the officers present the old commander's last orders and last words.

The officers were stunned.

They looked at the rat soldiers stupidly.

"The commander is sending us to our deaths?" An officer suddenly spoke up and asked his companions in confusion.

"Well, it seems so." The companion beside him had not yet recovered from the last words.

"I don't want to die here. I want to leave. I can fight for the ratmen, but I can't simply die like this." A ratman officer shouted.

"Yeah, how could the commander do this? He died and wanted us to be buried with him?" Another officer also became dissatisfied.

"shut up!"

A loud shout made everyone else shut up and look over.

Then a ratman officer stood up and looked around.

"At this point, I will no longer hold back and will tell you what I know."

The ratman officer sighed and said, the doubts in the eyes of the other ratman officers became even stronger.

"From the moment we were assembled, we were already dead."

Just this one sentence caused an uproar among the officers.

They couldn't believe what they heard.

"What do you mean by dead?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Facing their shouting, the ratman officer slammed his fist on the table and roared again, "Quiet!"

Everyone fell silent again.

"Listen to me, listen to me till I finish, and you will understand everything."

"You all know who we are. We are just a group of noble private soldiers. When have you ever seen an army formed entirely by noble private soldiers?"

"Before the undead attacked us, we had two battlefields. One was the troll battlefield, and the other was the disgusting harpy women."

Listening to his paintings, some people seemed to be thinking about something, while others nodded silently. They all knew that what he said was correct.

"The elite armies of each city-state have already been deployed to these two battlefields. In other words, we have no army left."

"The troops stationed on the two battlefields cannot be withdrawn for the time being."

"At this moment, those greedy, disgusting, and shameful undead launched an attack on us."

"I just said that we have no army left. You have seen the number of undead. There are so many of them. We have no way to resist them!"

"That's why we have this legion composed entirely of nobles' private soldiers."

He stopped here and looked around at everyone.

"Go on, we all know what you are saying now. Why do you say that we have been dead since we assembled?" an officer asked, and the others nodded.

The officer who explained smiled helplessly, "Don't you understand? From the very beginning, we were destined to be defeated by the Undead. To repel the Undead, we need a massive army, but we don't have one. We can't just ignore the Undead, or they'll march straight in, continuously taking over our cities until they conquer the entire Skaven territory."

"And this result is unacceptable to everyone."

"Then there is only one way. Delay the undead's progress and slow down their attack."

"So," the officer said slowly, pointing at the people present, "we are here."

"We are not here to defeat the undead, but to delay them."

"The commander-in-chief calls us heroes, but that's overestimating us. In the eyes of those masters, we're just cannon fodder!"

"Cannon fodder, understand?"

"Here to die!"

"Do you really think you can get back alive?"

He roared, his eyes red as he growled at everyone present.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They never thought that the truth would be like this.

Some people may have thought about it, but cannot believe this fact.

They are private soldiers, and even among the elite, they are the best.

They have undergone rigorous training and have more advanced weapons than the city-state's elite legions.

The elders, nobles, and high-ranking ratmen have invested a lot of effort, resources, and wealth in them.

They never thought that they would be abandoned.

"No, I don't believe it, you lied to me!" An officer collapsed and shouted.

"Okay, you said I lied to you, then go away, go back and see if your master will kill you, and see if your whole family still has a chance to survive!" The explaining officer said with a sneer.

Then he continued, "The commander-in-chief has known this for a long time. He has always known it."

"Even he himself had no intention of returning alive."

"The only thing we can do now is to fulfill the commander-in-chief's will and use our lives to delay the undead for as long as possible."

"If, and I mean if, we have a chance to win, and our loved ones can be taken care of, we will truly be heroes."

"If we go back now, what awaits us is the revenge of the nobles and the butcher knives of the inspectors!"

"Die bravely here and give your loved ones a better future, or flee back and die with your whole family. It's your choice."

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