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United Nations Defense Circle, Southwestern Theater.

Command camp.

The one in charge of commanding here is the Night's Watch's master tactician - the Hand of War.

He looked at everyone in the tent, pointed to the map on the table and said, "I believe you should have received the news. The rats' troops are trying their best to rush to the northern salient to stop the Night's Watch's actions.

Based on this information, the expansion forces from other places can take advantage of this opportunity to break through the rats' defenses, penetrate their vital points, and capture the strongholds that were previously difficult to attack."

A snakeman officer nearby said, "Based on what we've observed over the past few days, this is indeed the case. Two of the four rat legions ahead of us have already been withdrawn, which means the number of enemies we face has been reduced by half.

Even the more troublesome followers of the evil god have decreased by almost 70%, which is undoubtedly good news for us."

Although this was good news, it was also worrying, as it meant that the northern salient was facing enormous pressure, and the members of the coalition forces present were afraid that the Night's Watch would be crushed by such pressure.

The Night's Watch formed the backbone of the Allied Forces. If the Night's Watch suffered a heavy loss in the salient, the consequences would be disastrous. Their achievements over the past year and a half would likely be wiped out.

With this thought in mind, a human officer looked at the commander and asked, "Can the Night's Watch hold out? Perhaps we shouldn't just watch the enemy withdraw their troops."

It should be intercepted, at least some of it."

Many of the officers present agreed with this statement. Four entire rat legions really forced them to remain on the defensive.

But if they only released one rat army, they would still be more confident facing three rat armies.

As for those evil god believers, if they wanted to leave, they would be unable to be intercepted as the coalition forces remained on the defensive.

Listening to everyone's speeches, the Night Watch tactician nodded.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say. Through the reconnaissance team, we can find that the transfer of the rats is very rough. Especially the last legion that was transferred over even lengthened the transportation line.

This is a very good opportunity. I have already contacted the 3rd and 4th assault regiments nearby. We will attack from different directions and directly cut off this legion.

They either stay and pay a heavier price, or they cut off their entrails to survive, in which case they will inevitably leave behind rats that they cannot take away, not to mention that this will severely damage their morale and slow down their evacuation speed."

Obviously, the Night's Watch did not want to let these rats easily transfer their troops to support them for the time being.

"If that's the case... then the frontline defense can no longer remain on the defensive. We must send our main force to attack and distract the enemy.

Otherwise, if Mouse goes over to support us, there is a high possibility of an unexpected situation, which may lead to us being surrounded."

Regarding this, the officers in the tent fell into conversation and thought.

In the past, they wouldn't have considered such a possibility, but now it was different. The mice's strategic thinking, speed of action, and discipline had all improved significantly compared to last year.

They weren't the only ones growing throughout the winter.

Soon, a plan of action was discussed.

The action begins.

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Eastern part of the Southwest War Zone, Howling Gorge.

The morning mist was dyed into a satin interwoven with scarlet and gilt.

The werewolf paladin Valkia branded the holy light rune into her battle axe and leaped onto the howling war wolf.

There was no need to marvel; within the Church of Holy Light were warriors of every race. In the canyon below, three hundred giant, stitched rats were dragging a black iron altar slowly along, their skaven priests lashing it with corrupted whips, fel-fire cores dancing in their eye sockets.

"Holy Light Fuse, three seconds countdown." She gestured to the dwarf priest on the other side of the rock wall.

As the seventh altar rolled over a crevice buried with a radiant crystal, the paladins in the group sang "Hymn of Dawn" in unison. Holy light from the earth's veins gushed out along the rune chains, and sixteen golden beams of light melted the giant rats in the front and the dragging altar into boiling slag.

"Charge! Kill these damn rats!"

The enemy's most threatening element has been destroyed, and the raid officially begins.

The ratmen priests hurriedly raised their skull staffs etched with evil god runes, but the purple-black shield shattered the moment the wolf riders dived down. Valkia's battle axe split the shield open, and the holy light gem embedded in the axe blade burned the priests' spells into screams.

The remaining giant rats were entangled in blessed bronze chains at their joints, and the Templars took the opportunity to pierce the silver cones infused with divine power into the fel fire core.

Have they ever fought such a prosperous war before?

Since cooperating with the Night's Watch, many things have become cheaper, at least we don't have to be stingy on the battlefield.

When the howling of hellhounds came from the north, the raiders had already captured three intact Chaos Altars, which was almost half of the rat army.

Without it, the rats' evil spells and the power of their calls for the arrival of evil rats would be greatly diminished.

Valkia tore off the Skaven Transport Officer's corrupted spine, allowing the Holy Light to purify the still-cursing head into ash.

"That's it. The vanguard will react soon. Let's retreat first!"

The mission of their assault force was completed. If they were surrounded by a large number of rats, it would be difficult for them to escape. After all, this was a trap they had set up specially. It could be the enemy's burial place, and it could also be theirs.

The main battlefield in the southwest, Broken Blade Fort.

It was originally just a small fortress, but it became an important node in the joint army's defense circle. It was repaired in the winter and is still undergoing continuous expansion.

And here a fierce war is taking place.

The battlefield was littered with piles of corpses, the most numerous of which were rat corpses.

There were piles of rat carcasses in every direction, and one could even see some of the piles burning with flames, sending up billowing smoke into the sky.

The serpent-man high priest Kronos plunged his scepter into the ground soaked in holy oil, and emerald-colored purifying fire burned along the trench.

Two miles away, above the rat army, a dark cloud composed of 100,000 plague bats was gathering into a plague storm.

Among the two legions they faced, one of the rat legions seemed to have a deep connection with the [Plague Lord].

To be honest, the trouble and impact caused by this legion are at least half more than those caused by other legions.

This is also the reason why there are more members of the Church of Holy Light in the coalition forces in this direction.

Sometimes you have to admit that Holy Light is much more effective in fighting these damned Plague Cultists. Both the punishment and purification of Holy Light can bring certain advantages and prevent troubles after the war.

"Dawn of Light." He uttered the ancient prayer.

Three hundred human singers struck the light-forged chimes simultaneously, and a fine rain of glowing particles fell from the sky.

These chimes were provided and manufactured by the Night's Watch, which indirectly shows that the Church of the Holy Light has begun to be deeply bound with the Night's Watch.

When the plague bats collided with this curtain of light, their wing membranes immediately ignited with silver-white flames. (End of this chapter)