Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

In addition to the physical cordon, Meng Chao felt that the Rat People's Rebel Army should build a psychological cordon.

He found that many rat people who had been bullied were full of deep-rooted hatred for the clan warriors, but they did not take any precautions against the "comrades rat people".

Under the psychological cues of sympathy for each other and hatred for each other, even if they meet by chance, it is easy to be heartbroken.

this is not right.

Meng Chao felt that he had to remind the "Messenger of the Great Horned Rat God" that in many cases, the hawks and dogs raised by the clan warriors were more terrifying than the clan warriors themselves.

You know, rat people are also divided into "wild mice" and "house mice".

Needless to say, a house mouse has been a servant for generations and was taught to be loyal to its master since childhood.

Even if the clan warriors destroyed their homes and slaughtered their relatives, after a period of captivity and conditioning, they may forget their hatred, obliterate their humanity, and willingly work for tigers.

In order to win the master's favor and get rid of their humble identities, these guys would not hesitate to sell anyone's life and their own souls in exchange for the master's "gift of blood".

Countless fighters on the ancient earth did not die directly at the hands of the enemy, but were betrayed by traitors and died at the hands of their own people who had no reservations about trusting them.

Therefore, if the rat people's rebel army wants to succeed, it must be screened, and all stinky fish and shrimps cannot be included in the basket.

Especially the "house mice" of the major families, no matter how beautiful their rhetoric is, they cannot let them get in touch with the most core secrets.

Of course, it may be too late to say these words now.

Judging from the fact that the Rat People's Rebel Army did not make much noise in the Black Corner City in the previous life, it is possible that the major families that control the Black Corner City have already set their eyes on the secret organization of the Rat People.

Blindly defending passively, the plan of the Rat People's Rebel Army will still be strangled in its infancy.

Meng Chao suggested that the Rat People's Rebel Army should take the initiative to attack and replace defense with offense.

The so-called attack, of course, is not moths rushing to the flames to attack the temples of the major families.

Rather, they should set off a series of small-scale riots all over Blackhorn City.

Whether it's scribbling "The Horned Rat God Has Come" proclamation on the walls.

It's better to draw mysterious symbols on the corner of the wall, but they don't actually have any meaning.

Even concentrate superior forces, use the "artifact" that has just been unearthed, and look for opportunities to ambush relatively weak clan warriors.

And poisoning the diet of the warriors of the clan, and setting fires around the storehouses for the Bloodhoof army.

These are all strategies to consider.

Do not seek success rate and destructiveness, only seek to expand influence and gain the trust, expectation and support of more rat people.

It can also mobilize the investigation power of the major families to the greatest extent, making the warriors of the clan irritated and exhausted, and their nerves stretched to the limit, gradually numb and dull.

This is the method Meng Chao learned from the monster civilization.

Before every major earth-shaking action against Dragon City civilization, the monster civilization would always launch a series of small-scale destruction, which greatly consumed the manpower, material resources and energy of the Alien Beast Investigation Bureau.

The Alien Beast Investigation Bureau knew that these destructions were just "feign attacks" by the monster civilization, but it was impossible to ignore them.

Otherwise, the continuous accumulation of small-scale damage may also lead to qualitative changes from quantitative changes, causing the Dragon City civilization to die from "excessive blood loss".

This is a conspiracy.

It is also an advantage for the attacker.

It made Meng Chao and all the investigators of the Alien Beast Investigation Bureau miserable.

Feng Shui took turns, and now it was Meng Chao's turn to play the role of "monster".

He believed that the envoy of the Great Horned Rat God should stop wishful thinking that his organization and plans were kept in absolute secrecy, thus wasting such a precious advantage.

By the way, he also suggested that the Rat People's Rebel Army could leave clues in some sabotage operations and point the finger at the major families that control Blackhorn City.

If possible, it is best to create the effect of "these sabotage actions are all clan warriors of the major families, pretending to be believers of the horned rat god to eradicate competitors".

The clan warriors are not monolithic. The conflict between the Ironclad family and the Bloodhoof family can be traced back thousands of years.

Compared with the Ratmen they never looked down upon, the wild boar or tauren of the hostile family were a greater threat.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if the forged evidence is relatively poor.

In many cases, whether people believe in something does not depend on how sufficient and credible the evidence is.

It depends on whether people are willing to believe, and what kind of benefits they can obtain after believing.

The above suggestions are all routine operations.

For Meng Chao, who had the dual identities of a beast investigator and ghost assassin, spear and shield, he could write dozens of them almost without thinking.

Compared with making suggestions, how to word words to imitate the tone of the ancient orcs was even more troublesome for him.

After all, Turan was not his mother tongue, and it was not easy to speak it fluently. How could it be possible to perfectly imitate the tone of the Ratman hero thousands of years ago?

Meng Chao wrote several drafts, but he was not satisfied. He became irritable and simply gave up on himself.

"Forget it, the civilization level of the ancient orcs is much higher than it is now. How could they speak in difficult and obscure classical Chinese? Maybe it is more plain than the current Turan language!"

Meng Chao comforted himself like this.

I translated my meaning in vernacular.

Between the words, he added some cuneiform characters that he saw from the operating system of the totem armor, the meaning of which was unclear.

He then etched these suggestions onto a sheet of metal stripped from the walls of the slum's underground tunnels.

After carefully modifying the metal sheet, Meng Chao rolled it into a cylinder, planning to find a chance to stuff it where the rat miners would definitely dig it out.

After the Rat People's Rebel Army unearthed it, would they believe that it was an "oracle" sent down by the Great Horned Rat God, and thus obey Meng Chaoyan?

Meng Chao felt that if the "Messenger of the Horned Rat God" was not entirely a fanatical lunatic, but also a barely qualified commander of the rebel army, he would not be able to believe such absurd things.

But most of the Ratmen miners, slaves, servants, and garbage bugs will be ecstatic and convinced.

In the end, even the messenger of the Horned Rat God doesn't believe in any bullshit oracle at all.

He would obediently do what Meng Chao said.

"As a friend of Dragon City, I can only help you here."

Meng Chao muttered to himself.

Putting aside the newly released "Oracle of the Horned Rat God", he began to think about how he could gain the greatest benefit in the ensuing turmoil.

"By the way, I still need a mask."

Meng Chao thought to himself, "What should the so-called 'big-horned mouse god' look like?"

...

Ye Zi staggered across the finish line, and finally couldn't help but vomited out with a "wow". Immediately afterwards, her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground under the weight of hundreds of kilograms of rock behind her, almost knocking out her front teeth.

He could only feel stares in his eyes, and the sky was spinning. The cowhide ropes tied with baskets on his shoulders were deeply embedded in the gap between the shoulder blades, like two bone-scraping steel knives, trying to remove his arms alive.

Ye Zi swears that he has never been so tired in his life.

Carrying a boulder weighing hundreds of kilograms on his back, he ran a full fifty laps around the training ground, fifty laps!

And this is just the easiest one of the daily compulsory courses prescribed by the reaper for him.

"Reaper, Reaper, are you a demon in the Abyss of Eternal Night, or an ascetic monk whose brain was burned out by the holy light?"

The mouseman boy wailed in his heart, "Even the never-tiring skeleton soldiers can't bear such a toss?"

Looking at the vicious "demon instructor" in front of her, Ye Zi couldn't help but miss the reaper in the past.

Know that the original Reapers weren't that perverted.

Although the tailor-made training plan for Ye Zi is indeed very hard, but it can be persevered by gritting one's teeth.

In fact, Reapers are most opposed to over-training, and believe that simply and rudely increasing the amount of training is the most irresponsible behavior, which will not only increase the risk of injury and the accumulation of hidden injuries, but also train dead muscles. It's so hard that you can't beat it at all.

But in the past few days, the reaper didn't know what secret medicine he had taken wrongly, and drew up a training plan for Ye Zi that continued to rotate day and night, as if he would not stop until he was trained to death.

Of course, in all fairness, the harvester's own training volume is ten times greater than that of the leaves.

But Ye Zi is just an immature rat boy, how can he be compared with a monster like the Reaper?

Physical toil is second to none.

After all, after each training session, the reaper would personally relax his tendons, guide the shiny arrows in his body to quickly flow between blood vessels and nerves in a very comfortable way.

Even if during the training just now, the pain was so painful that he cried and cried, and wanted to die directly, all the pain and fatigue would disappear after the spiritual energy was activated.

How painful it was a moment ago, how refreshing it will be a moment later.

Therefore, Ye Zi can still grit his teeth and persevere.

However, the most unacceptable thing for the boy of the Rat People is that after receiving such round-the-clock intensive training, he has no time at all to get in touch with news and events related to the Great Horned Rat God!

You know, according to what the spiders and other rat servants said, the city of Blackhorn these days has been really turbulent, and there are so many good shows!

Thinking of the coming of the Great Horned Rat God, in the depths of Turanze, a huge army composed entirely of Rat People is gathering. head underfoot.

Ye Zi felt that his chest was being stuffed into a raging fire. Even after this period of penance, his chest was twice as wide as before, and he couldn't resist the raging flames. From the mouth, nose, eyes and ears, gushes out!