Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Ice Storm understood what Meng Chao meant.

Hundreds of thousands or even millions of rat people ran northward through the trapped grassland at the same time, being chased and intercepted by the blood hoof warriors.

Whoever can escape from birth is a strong soldier worthy of a battle.

The knives sharpened by hundreds of thousands of corpses are destined to be hotter and sharper than those trained by any method.

"Then what shall we do?"

Ice Storm said in a deep voice, "Going to the empty grassland, or the war drum forest?"

"Of course it is to follow the large army and walk into the empty grassland."

Meng Chao looked at Ice Storm's raised eyebrows, smiled slightly, and explained, "Yes, it is indeed safer to break through the War Drum Forest, but I think what the two of us need most now is not safety, but more training." Help us digest and absorb all the ancient treasures stolen from the temple, as well as the fully upgraded totem armor, and master them.

"In this way, when we arrive at Chijin City and find the person we are looking for, we can give them a big 'surprise', can't we?"

After making up their minds, the two quickly returned to the main army, filled the water bladders like everyone else, and then plunged into the empty grassland with high sky and wide land.

Sure enough, as they had expected, the entire team dispersed after only half a day of marching in the grassland.

This gang of improvised mobs had varying levels of physical fitness and health, and hadn't been through a long period of time, so they didn't have the same pace at all.

Yesterday, under the leadership of the old bear skin and the round bone stick, they barely marched in line, and they have drained all of them.

Today, I heard the news that the pursuers were right behind my buttocks, and I plunged into the grassland half as high as a man, with a very bad view, and the slightest disturbance would cause chaos in the queue.

First it turned into a sparse long snake, and then the long snake broke into seven or eight pieces from the middle.

Each section is like a curled up earthworm, wriggling and arching forward.

When they reached the depths of the grassland, more and more traps were dug by the rodent beasts. From time to time, someone accidentally stepped into the pit and sprained their instep or ankle.

The injury was not serious, but the delay was enough to be fatal.

The fugitives who were deeply shocked by the mighty image of the "big-horned mouse god" in their sleep thought that this was the test bestowed on them by the big-horned mouse god, and they didn't want others to bury them with them, so they refused the support of their companions one after another. Tighten the weapon and magic medicine, and gradually fall behind.

When dusk came, the fugitives completely lost the concept of a queue.

Not only the old bear skin and the round bone club team, but all the centurions fell apart. The rat people were all in groups, like swarms of headless flies, groping towards the northeast.

At this time, everyone knew very well that it seemed impossible to regroup the scattered mob into a uniform and prohibited army.

If they wanted to survive, they could only grit their teeth, keep their heads sullen, and run wildly forward.

Fortunately, the disintegration of the fugitives also brought great difficulties to the hunting of the pursuers.

As Meng Chao said, even if hundreds of thousands of wild boars were completely scattered on the vast grassland, it would be impossible to capture and kill them.

Now, it depends on whose luck is worse, and will be caught by the pursuers, thus buying more time for other fugitives.

Of course, for the rat people who firmly believe in the "Supreme Power of the Horned Rat God", perhaps it is "good luck" to meet the pursuers on a narrow road, and have the opportunity to die in the most heroic manner, and the soul will leave the body , went directly to the holy mountain?

Meng Chao and Ice Storm still followed the old bear skin and the round bone stick in step.

And gathered up the scattered fugitives along the way, and regrouped thirty or fifty people around them.

This is also the largest team they can barely manage in the current environment.

Old Xiongpi looked stern.

On the face that was already full of gullies, the wrinkles were squeezed even deeper.

The round bone stick translated his expression and told everyone that the old bear skin smelled of a centaur warrior.

Sure enough, the bloody dusk had just arrived, and there were violent shouts and shrill screams from all directions.

There was no shelter on the grassland, and the sound of the bloodhoof warrior mixed with the power of the totem could be heard far away, like a heart-pounding drum of war, beating heavily on the chest of every fugitive.

From the analysis of the sound source, there were indeed several groups of chasing soldiers, relying on the advantage of the unity of people and horses, and the speed of lightning, they circled in front of them.

Although the number of pursuers in each team will not be too many.

But as long as it hits, there is only one word of death.

Amidst the chasing soldiers shouting and killing one after another, the nerves of the fugitives were so tense that they almost broke.

No one dared to rest, their legs were so numb that they lost consciousness, and their chests were so hot that they were about to explode, they still stumbled forward.

At midnight, Meng Chao and Ice Storm's fugitive team plunged into a battlefield that had just ended.

The bloody smell suspended on the battlefield had already solidified.

It is like a red cloud that is extremely low.

It was also like a bunch of strange-shaped scarlet flowers blooming from the corpse.

But it was crushed by Meng Chao's team, and turned into a disgusting stench again, rushing into the nasal cavity and piercing the brains of every fugitive.

What is more exciting than the smell of blood is the horrible corpse.

There were at least hundreds of corpses before their eyes.

I say "at least" because all the corpses were ravaged to the point where they were barely recognizable as corpses.

These fugitives who set off earlier than Meng Chao and the others, but unfortunately encountered pursuers, had already been killed by the centaur warriors, using the most cruel means to kill them.

Even the Rat People are used to death and torture.

It is unimaginable that a fresh corpse that has just lost its vitality for half a day can be manipulated like this... as if it was placed between vultures and hyenas for ten days and a half months in the hottest season on the grassland.

If it weren't for the revelation of the horned rat god in his sleep before leaving.

Many people were almost terrified by the terrifying scene before them.

Even if they still maintain illusory courage.

But this courage at most makes them fearless of death, but it is impossible to stop the coming of death.

Everyone fell silent in front of the pile of rotten corpses.

Not to mention the old Xiongpi who was originally a man of few words.

Even the round bone stick who was full of energy and chattering yesterday was biting his cheeks at this moment, as if he wanted to swallow the non-existent centaur warrior, including the belt and bone.

"Why don't we run away?"

At this time, an overly calm voice broke the suffocating silence.

All eyes were cast on Meng Chao, who was as disgraced as they were.

"Even if you still want to run, you have to fight and run again. There is a better chance of running away." Meng Chao said calmly.

He and Ice Storm didn't say a word before, because they were worried that the powerhouse of the Great Horn Legion who was hiding among the fugitives would find out.

But after a day and half a night of observation, it was found that this defeated group of fugitives were all rat slaves from Blackhorn City.

The round bone stick and the old bear skin are just ordinary soldiers of the Big Horn Legion who are ignorant.

Then, they don't need to hide it completely, they can try their skills and take the initiative a little bit.

Although the two regard chasing soldiers as a tool to test ancient treasures and sharpen totem combat skills.

But he never thought that he could kill all the pursuers by himself.

If possible, it is still necessary to mobilize the power of the rat people soldiers, at least on the front line to entangle the pursuers.

Only then can they deal fatal blows to the pursuers from the flanks and rear.

"What did you say?"

Perhaps because Meng Chao sensed an indescribable intimidating force, the round bone stick took a few steps towards him, stopped again, and said hesitantly, "Why do you say that you will have a better chance if you beat and run again? "

"If the pursuers are still behind us and their speed is about the same as ours, it's okay to bury their heads and escape, but since the pursuers have already killed us in front of us, if they are cruising nearby, they continue to run wildly like bereaved dogs, and they are committing suicide Way to go."

Meng Chao looked at the broken corpses all over the ground, and sighed, "These brothers died too badly, but originally, it shouldn't be like this - we obviously have the blessing of the Rat God, the magic medicine bestowed by the Rat God, and The determination to perish with the enemy, even if you die, you have to bite off a big mouthful of flesh and blood on the enemy's body, how can you lose such a humiliating defeat and be unilaterally killed by the enemy?"

This question is indeed impossible for the rat warriors who are full of fanatical belief in the horned rat god to answer.

"Just because we forgot that this is a test, a great opportunity to show our courage and our determination."

Meng Chao said, "Many brothers ran, and the more they ran, the more scattered they became. The more scattered they became, the more guilty they became. The more guilty they ran, the faster they ran. While exhausting their physical energy, it was impossible to talk about queues and battle formations. In the end, 30 to 50% A group of stragglers bumped into a heavily armed pursuer, how could it be possible not to be smashed to pieces by the enemy all at once?

"Actually, with the blessing of the Great Horned Rat God, the Rat Warriors may not be able to compete with the clan warriors, but a very important prerequisite is the number. As long as we have accumulated enough numbers to form an impregnable wall and stormy waves, we will never be slaughtered Pig and sheep!"

The round bone stick opened its mouth.

Of course he knows the truth.

The Big Horn Legion originally used the crowd tactics, exchanging quantity for quality.

The problem is that he and Old Xiongpi are just ordinary soldiers, and it is the limit to gather thirty or fifty people to escape together, and they will not be able to command another three to five hundred people!

"That's why I said, let's not run away."

Meng Chao explained very patiently, "It is of course a daydream to gather the scattered fugitives while marching in a hurry to form an elite team of three to five hundred people.

"But what if we stay here?

"If we stay here, dig ditches and traps around, set up simple refusal horses, and then collect the scattered fugitives, we will gather a huge number that the pursuers never expected.

"Is there a chance to fight the chasing soldiers, not to win, but to be able to beat the chasing soldiers, show our bravery, and let the big horned rat god see our efforts?"