Chapter 83 Scout Rat attacks!

Now that such a decision has been made, Achio, the rat, although his recent performance seems to be quite capable of management and intelligence gathering, he is very lacking in military capabilities.

The reconnaissance brigade is essentially an investigative force affiliated with the military, and Azio is obviously more suitable for an intelligence agency.

So Ictor called him out alone, pinched his mouse ears and said:

"Azio, I think you are quite talented. After this period of time has passed, don't work here anymore. It's a pity. You go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and I will give you a promotion. It just so happens that I plan to establish the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

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As Azio listened, his whole rat face laughed. He swept away the unhappiness of being upstaged by Targaryen and immersed himself in his infinite reverie about the future.

"Okay, okay, clan leader, this is a very promising future for me, and of course I am willing to follow your arrangements."

Azio quickly agreed, thinking about the nonsense of Targaryen and the reconnaissance team. After this vote, the clan leader would give him a promotion!

The internal contradictions of this operation have been solved, and all that remains is to prepare and execute the plan.

"Okay, the overall action plan has basically been determined. It is now nine o'clock in the morning. I order the reconnaissance team to eat immediately and take a shower! We will gather at ten o'clock and let's go outside and have some meat! Let's eat the jackal stew!"

"Shaggy stuffed stew! yes! yes!"

"Haha, meat, I've never made jackal stew before!"

Bubul, the cooking squad leader, touched the kitchen knife and felt longing for it.

"Damn long-haired dog thing, you waste food like this!"

The rat people over there have already planned how to cook the gnolls, but for these hurried owners, there is still a long way to go.

The messenger rats received the order and hurriedly went down to contact other teams.

The jackals gnawed on the dried fish, not realizing that the danger was quietly approaching.

The reason why we don't talk is just because we all come from different tribes and have different totems and ideas, so we can't talk together at all.

But fortunately, the surrounding rat people who were investigating had all undergone will training. Ictor, who also concealed his scent, stared at the hiding spot of the rat people in the distance and found no rats moving around.

"There's nothing to see. Notify the third team and ask them to bring people over. The fourth team will cut off their retreat!"

Here, the jackals were about to have another meal, and several tribal warriors sat together, taking out small dried fish pickled with salt and slime from the earthen jars, and recovering their strength in silence.

Targaryen scolded the gnoll who didn't eat fish heads a hundred times in his mind, and immediately engraved this guy's scent in his mind, preparing to kill him with his own hands soon.

Similar to the bathing of the rat people, the pickled food of the jackals also needs to be wrapped in slime mucus for consumption. The salty and salty food has a little earthy smell of the jungle, but it does not give off a too strong smell.

Looking towards the gnolls, there was actually a gnoll who didn't like eating fish heads, so he broke off the fish head and threw it behind him, and it landed right next to Targaryen's mouth.

For the gnolls, the rule of not eating fish heads comes from the totem belief, but for the rat people, the food that falls to their mouths and cannot be eaten is really the ultimate torture.

From the perspective of IQ and training, these rat men are undoubtedly qualified, and victory is already a certainty.

Targaryen wanted to eat, but he didn't even dare to move his hair. He could only look fiercely into the dead fish's eyes.

But just as they were enjoying their lunch, the ratmen from the reconnaissance brigade had quietly stared at these guys.

Unexpectedly, the gnoll threw another fish head, and this time it hit Targaryen's nose directly.

Targaryen ordered to the team rats that this was specially assigned to him by Ictor for the purpose of delivering orders.

As far as the Skaven are concerned, it is actually quite dangerous to spy on targets who are having dinner.

It takes a lot of time to get to Windsor from the tribe. Every day before dawn, the gnoll scouts have to get up and enjoy the fish porridge cooked by the female gnoll.

Beside the bushes, Targaryen opened his eyes.

He finally overcame his physical desire and calmed down to continue to remain hidden.

"I'm going to make a big pot of stew, add salt and pepper, spices, and lard to the soup base. I'm going to stew the lovely green yuki mushrooms and wild coriander, and then cut some big radish chunks, and put the jackals in it.

People peel the skin, clean it, and finally stew the big chunks of meat steak into the soup, hey hey hey, suck it."

Ictor has already come to a conclusion. As for how great the results can be, it depends on the performance of the rat people.

Tribes are not neighbors, the boundaries between tribes are their clear living spaces, and they will not be very friendly.

The scout rats gathered around and found their captain chewing the fish head viciously.

As expected, these jackals got into the investigation network.

He continued to monitor the spot of the scout rats and found that a bright spot was smashed towards Targaryen's location.

In the forest.

The recurved paws stepped on the dead leaves and soil. After meeting the scouts from other tribes along the way, the scouts came to the forest near the human castle in a dusty journey.

He will not interfere too much in this battle. Unless the losses are too great, he must cultivate the independent combat ability of the Scout Rat.

Moreover, the same group of people coming out of each tribe every day is not the same, and they rarely know each other.

After he walked away, the angry Targaryen also got up from the ground.

In fact, it's not that these jackals don't want to talk. They haven't seen big rats or humans in their territory for many days. The jackals have already loosened their courage. As creatures, they are not so indifferent to their own kind.

"Yes! Commander!"

After eating and drinking, you put a rucksack made of animal leather on your back, fill it with water and dried small fish, and hit the road.

"There are six in number. I only have two teams at hand. It is not safe to attack by force. You have to wait and be patient."

Finally, after a long wait, the Gnoll Scouts finished their lunch and walked towards the territory.

Now, he was less than 5 meters away from these jackals, and he had successfully hidden himself perfectly by using his camouflage cloak and taking a bath.

If he had not undergone will training, I am afraid that Targaryen would not be able to help but kill them. No matter how many of his men died, he would still snatch their dried fish and eat them.

Ictor was followed by Azio, and the messenger rat from the brigade here mobilized the main force to follow around Targaryen, preparing to encircle the point and call for reinforcements.

Thanks to the sound command system and the relationship between superiors and subordinates, the encirclement network was quickly formed, and the Jackals climbed up the tower tree used for reconnaissance in an unknown area.

The scout rats worked in pairs, each found their own target, and waited for Targaryen's orders in hiding.

Once the battle begins, all groups will fight the Gnoll Scouts righteously.
Chapter completed!