Chapter 171 - 128: Deep into the Night (VI)
Malin huddled against the wall on the second floor; a Chaos fireball had just visited the window opposite him. Considering there might still be some archer watching, Malin could only reload his firearm whilst lamenting about the extent to which Pamir City had become tainted.
After they entered the eastern district of the city, they actually began to encounter Chaos warriors. The fact that they hadn’t anticipated meeting them cost their side seven dead and eleven wounded just to kill those Chaos warriors. Before they could catch their breath, the Chaotic Believers launched a cluster charge.
Although Lady Manli’s guards had brought over two four-pound cannons with horses, they could not set them up before the close-quarters battle commenced; clearly, they couldn’t just bomb the melee.
So the guards had to carry the two four-pound cannons up to the second floor.
They hadn’t fired many shots before a Chaotic Sorcerer blew one up, sending a man and his mount tumbling. After losing one cannon, the guards were forced to drag the other behind the defensive line.
After Malin finished loading his bullets, he turned to another window and glanced at the Chaos fighters below. He couldn’t help but start missing the synergy of open field tactics, incendiary grenades, and Molotov cocktails.
That’s right, Molotov cocktails.
Malin ran down to the first floor, rummaged through the kitchen of the household, and found some liquor, some rags, and a few ingredients.
After crudely mixing them together, Malin picked a group of Chaotic Believers who burst out from around the corner, brandishing knives and spears and howling as they tried to join the melee. Malin lobbed two bottles of Saduka cocktails at them—this was Pamir City’s high-proof spirit, the label claimed it was a favorite of the Dwarves, with an alcohol content of 87 degrees, hardly different from industrial alcohol.
Truth be told, Malin was appalled when he saw this stuff—do you Dwarves really drink this liquor?