Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Just relying on the mob of the Big Horn Legion to inflict heavy damage on the experienced wolves, tigers and leopards of the Golden Clan?"

Ice Storm looked suspicious, "Is it possible?"

"Of course it's impossible, but even if the Big Horn Legion can't severely injure the Golden Clan, at least it can disrupt the rhythm of these jackals, tigers and leopards' preparations and delay it for a long time."

Meng Chao said, "Because the Rat People frenzy flooded the entire Turanze, no matter the Bloodhoof clan or the Dark Moon, Thunderbolt, and Shenmu clans are all facing great trouble.

"It's not that their most elite heavy army group suffered serious losses.

"It's the logistics, logistics and cannon fodder units that provide services to the heavy army group, and there are big problems.

"Part of the strategic materials, including mandala fruit and sword armor, also fell into the hands of the out-of-control rat people.

"It will take time for them to restore order in their respective territories.

"Otherwise, even if a large number of rat people who rose up against the rebellion were detained in their own territory and suppressed with the most brutal means, killing people's heads and blood flowing into rivers, the Golden Clan took advantage of this time to easily assemble an army and aspire to the top. The words of the highest seat of power in the Turan civilization—what good is it for the chiefs of various tribes such as Bloodhoof?

"Let's not let the rats drive away, or even take the initiative to drive all these 'disasters' into the territory of the Golden Clan, and let the bloodthirsty and brutal wolves, tigers and leopards teach the daring rats, wouldn't it be an easy and happy choice to kill two birds with one stone?"

Ice Storm thought for a long time and had to admit that Meng Chao was right.

If she were the chiefs of the four major clans such as Bloodhoof, I am afraid she would have made the same choice as them.

"For the Big Horn Legion, marching to the territory of the Golden Clan does not need to consider the problem of being attacked from the front or back."

Meng Chao smiled slightly, "In front of these bullied and furious rat people, the situation has been infinitely simplified, as long as we go forward bravely and defeat the heavy army group of the Golden Clan."

"..."

Ice Storm said, "After all, this is still an impossible task!"

"Yeah, no matter how beautiful the future picture scroll presented to the rat people looks, they are just deceived by lies, jumping from one chessboard to another, no matter how much blood is shed, as chess pieces His destiny has never changed."

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "If there is no external force to intervene, it is indeed... an impossible task for the Rat People to completely crush the lies and seize freedom and dignity!"

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boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

In front of the turbulent and boundless battle formation that seemed to be composed of countless ants, hundreds of war drums snatched from the arenas in various towns were lined up.

When hundreds of war drums were slammed at the same time by a brawny man with shiny skin and extremely muscular muscles, and the beatings were breathtaking, behind the drums, the crowded crowd seemed to have a certain sense of prohibition. momentum.

Everyone followed the drumbeat, making meaningless howls full of anger and even bestiality.

Tens of thousands of gazes were like throwing guns soaked in grease and then ignited, drawing tens of thousands of blazing arcs, and shooting towards the small town standing alone in the wilderness not far away.

The tower of the small town was constructed in the shape of a tiger's head with its bloody mouth wide open.

On the tiger's head, there is also a black battle flag.

In the center of the battle flag is a scarlet tiger claw, posing to tear everything apart.

At this moment, the majestic Tiger Claw Battle Flag trembled amidst the roars of tens of thousands of Rat People, as if it would break off the flagpole at any moment and fall down.

In the battle formation of the rat people, more than a dozen mouse god skeleton battle flags were also raised.

These battle flags were all planted tens of arms high, with dozens of wheels underneath, covered with cowhide and bone armor, and on the arrow tower that could slowly advance along with the battle formation.

In addition to the height of the flagpole, it is a full thirty to fifty arms, far exceeding the tiger claw battle flag on the small town.

The area of ​​each battle flag is also several times that of the tiger claw battle flag, so that the soldiers at the edge of the battle formation and the defenders in the small town can see it clearly.

Moreover, the paint used to paint the battle flag seems to be mixed with a large amount of spar powder and special materials rich in spiritual energy derived from totem beasts.

Make the drawn mouse god skull vivid and lifelike.

No matter which angle the gust of wind blew the battle flag to, the mouse god's deep and unpredictable eyes seemed to be staring at the soldiers below.

Under the Battle Banner of the Rat God, besides archers, there are also priests in the arrow tower.

Wearing big-horned white-bone skull masks, the priests of the mouse god, dressed in red and green, danced like madmen, as if in a wonderful rhythm, matching the rhythm of the war drums.

As the drum beats became denser, their dancing became more and more frantic.

The strange thing is that the two mouse god priests on different arrow towers are hundreds of arms apart. They obviously can't communicate with each other, and they can't even see each other's appearance clearly, but their movements are exactly the same, completely synchronized, almost like a person The different avatars are the same.

"Warriors of the Rat God, you did it!"

When the dance of the priests reached the extreme, they twisted their joints one after another, made movements that normal humans could never make, and turned themselves into strange statues.

They seem to have broken through some kind of limitation and become the medium of communication between the heaven and the earth and the gods.

From their chest cavity, came a solemn, ethereal, and distant voice.

"You have broken free from the shackles that have bound you for tens of thousands of years, you have broken through the defense line set up by the seemingly powerful enemy, which is stronger than the iron wall, and you have finally gathered together into an invincible frenzy that sweeps away everything!

"In the past seven days, this frenzy rushed into the territory of the Golden Clan, swept across dozens of towns that you in the past were not qualified to face, and chopped up all the guys who used to ride on your necks to do their best! It became a meat sauce!

"Facts have proved that you are worthy of the title of 'Turan Warriors', the blood flowing in your body is hotter, purer, and more glorious than the so-called warrior master!

"Now, burn your blood again, brandish your swords, and charge towards a new goal! Let the guys who abused you, enslaved you, and despised you in the past taste the taste of anger and hatred!"

Because both the priest and the battle flag are located on the high arrow tower.

For the rat people below the arrow tower, the sound seemed to come from the skull of the rat god who was always staring at him from the battle flag.

For the past ten days and a half months, the horned mouse god would appear in their dreams every night.

It has long been deeply engraved on their cerebral cortex, turning into an indelible spiritual imprint.

As soon as they heard the name of "Big Horned Rat God", they couldn't help shortness of breath, their muscles tensed, their adrenaline was secreted crazily, and their eyes were red like fire, as if the blood in their bodies was burning.

Although it is a mob assembled impromptu.

But there are also many people in the battle formation who have participated in more than a dozen battles, large and small.

He even tasted the taste of stepping his own iron hoof on the fragmented corpses of the clan warriors.

The smell made them shudder.

It's like an electric current wraps around every nerve ending in an instant.

It made their roars louder several times in an instant.

At this moment, the drums of war stopped abruptly.

In its place was a long horn.

In the sound of the horn, all the Ratmen fighters suddenly quickened their pace, like a surging wave, rushing towards the town that was close at hand.

Above the small city with the tiger claw battle flag, a layer of magnificent brilliance shone, like a crystal clear shield, descending from the sky, blocking the small city from the attackers.

When the frenzy of rat people slammed into the "shield", all the rat people rushing to the front felt invisible pressure, as if they were moving forward in an invisible swamp, and their movements suddenly became muddy, so that the speed are delayed several times.

And on the tiger-head-shaped tower, pale golden rays of light shot up into the sky, blooming like fireworks, and turned into majestic giant tigers, roaring like thunder at the rat people below.

Some rat people were first squeezed by the "shield" and then shocked by the tiger's roar. The lungs burst, the heart stopped beating, and the seven orifices bled.

But even more of the daring and crazy rat people, blessed by the horned rat god, still rushed forward one after another, constantly hitting the crystal clear spiritual energy shield.

After a while, accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, the huge shield shattered and disappeared without a trace.

The frenzy of the Rat People seemed to be blocked by a small rock for a while, but soon resumed its destructive momentum and continued to charge.

There are three trenches outside the small town.

When the Ratmen frenzy reached the trench, arrows rained down the city.

Although the tiger warrior's shooting skills are not as superb as the centaur warrior.

But the densely packed enemy formation still made it impossible for every arrow they shot, entwined with arcs and flames, to miss.

Even, every arrow that roared could penetrate through three to four rat people fiercely, and then burst violently, tearing seven or eight rat people around them to pieces.

The hundreds of rat people who rushed to the front didn't even have time to let out a muffled groan, and all their flesh and blood flew everywhere, turning into burning corpses.

The horrible scene did not make the morale of the rat people in the rear show any signs of depression.

On the contrary, it aroused their bloodthirsty and violent intentions, making them scramble to cross the trench, and braved the bloody wind and rain, and kept approaching the small town.

At this time, the arrow tower waving more than a dozen battle flags of the Rat God also slowly ran over the trench filled with the corpses of the rat people, and reached the edge of the small town.

On the arrow tower, a rain of arrows also sprayed out, condescending and sweeping the town.

The Bighorn Legion at this moment can be described as a shotgun change.

The riots launched in the territory of the four major clans including Bloodhoof not only brought them a large number of soldiers who were not afraid of death, but also helped them obtain a large number of powerful weapons.

For example, inlaid spar, engraved runes, smeared with secret medicine, and arrows blessed by priests.