Hundreds of eyes watched the progressing battle. Of the hundreds twelve shared their vision with the master of the scourge. Who was sharing his visions with the War mind and other minds in a jar. They were watching the battle and taking notes and how to best progress the battle. This process was led by War mind.
The bladed horrors would be destroyed if they did not pull back soon. The rat folk were about 2000 strong. The spear rats where about to reach the line of men who were about 9000 strong after the blade dolls hit the line.
"Pull back the blade horrors," ordered the war mind. "The rats will have to take some hits. The royal forces had lost the knights the canons where silent the infantry won't stand for much longer."
"If the rat folk are in danger then I should be beside them," thought the scourge.
"You are right were you need to be," growled the War mind. "You can provide medical assistance after the battle and no sooner. You will not go anywhere. You will stay in the hospital where stray bullets can't hit you."
"Am I not the commander of this army?" asked the mage.
"You are which is why you will stay out of immediate danger," growled War mind. "It looks like Twenty-Eight has killed Poof Poof. He seems injured fix him and stay out of trouble."
"fine," responded the disappointed mage.
"Twenty-Eight," spoke the War mind. "You will not let our master escape to the battlefield. Find someone else to be healed before you leave. Have one of your subordinates fly back lost cause rat folk if you have too."
"Is Pail Scourge still in charge of this army," asked the Demi-Dragon.
"Yes," responded the former man. "He has set the goal and I am doing my job of fulfilling his goals. Even if I need to stop him from getting in his own way."
The rats spears were in throwing distance of the yellow jackets. The blade puppets hissed and sprinted back to the safety of the wood line as quick as damaged legs could take them. A group of men the War mind feared appeared. They had steal breastplates over their yellow coat. The grenadiers appeared.
"Muskets Kill those men with the shiny chests," ordered War mind.
A volley of muskets fired. A cloud of black smoke filled the air. Through the eyes of a giant bee War mind watched a few of the grenadiers collapse while others lit and tossed grenade. The grenades burst taring gaps in the rat men formation as the rat spearmen began to charge the larger force. The grenadiers stepped behind the line of yellow. Just before the spears pierced the first yellow coat. The colossus were halfway across the field. The rats would not break the royal soldiers, but they would put needed pressure.
The cannons rolled out from the woods and two canons crewed by rat folk. One cannon was crewed by a mind in a jar. The last cannon was crewed by dead men. The cannons fired into the rear lines and flanks of the yellow coats. The brain jar shot once before it screamed and the meat used to maneuver the cannon burned off. A team of dead men limped forward to man it.
Tragedy and the pail rats led by Milled emerged from the woods with a bodyguard of armored corpses. The group moved forward to tend to the wounded and raise the dead. The spear rats looked like they were about to brake.
Cannons fired into the back of the yellow coats. The group of rat folk flankers had captured the royal armies' cannons and had shot the guns into the back of the line. The back of the army turned looking to recapture the guns. They began to charge the cannon. The front of the army who were fighting looked over their shoulder to see half the army running and began to run as well. Once they ran past the men going to retake the gun they began to retreat too. The army had been successfully routed.
A crying Lord Rolling rode out on a horse with his sword drawn He yelled and screamed at the men. A few looked like they were going to rally around him when the familiar form of a Demi-dragon swooped down on him ripping him from his horse and flying off.
"Twenty-eight did you give the Pail scourge someone else to fix," asked War mind.
"Yes War mind," responded the former raven. "A number of exploded rat folk have been flown to him. Lost causes if you ask me."
"How does Lord Rolling taste?" asked War mind.
"Better than his dog," answered Twenty-eight.