Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Looking at this exit, blocking all the rats trying to escape, we will enter from here and then annihilate all the Rat-men, I will give you four machine guns to boost your firepower, remember, you must hold this position.

"No problem, I excel at this," Bobplane said.

Malin also knew that a young officer like him from the North was best at waiting in the trenches for Chaos to charge through.

Of course, with the upgrade of weapons, Chaos seldom reached their faces anymore.

But this young man was truly skilled at it.

"It’s up to you." After saying this, Malin turned his head to look at the commander of his factory guard’s third regiment, a young man who graduated from a small military school founded by Malin himself: "Silem, you hold that exit in the new district, don’t let them get out, remember, that is your starting point, and your end point, no stepping back."

"Yes, sir, our home lies just behind us," the young man answered Malin in an uneasy but resolute voice.

"Right, every one of us has our homeland right behind us." After speaking, Malin looked toward the elves: "You shouldn’t follow us in there, Mr. Ambassador, you are too tall, unsuited for combat in such confined spaces."

"Sir, you are right, I will have our clan assist our allies outside, but please do not shame my blade, let me follow you, at the very least, there should be one elf following in the footsteps of our allies," the ambassador insisted.