Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The rat people who were originally in a desperate situation were all inspired by this mysterious voice to their last strength.

They used both hands and feet, rolling and crawling, and moved forward in the grass.

The voice still kept coming.

But this time, it seemed to appear in front of them, close at hand.

Attracting them to continue to take weary steps, stretch out their nails and bloody fingers, and pounce on the unknown hope.

It wasn't until every drop of energy in every bundle of muscle fibers was drained, even the cartilage in the joints was worn away, and they lay down in the grass as if they were falling apart, that the voice said with satisfaction: "Very good, just now Rest here, when the dawn comes, you will see hope!"

In this way, Meng Chao gathered hundreds of stragglers around the team of Old Bear Skin and Round Bone Stick by precisely controlling the sound waves and simulating different sound sources in the distance, forming an even circle.

When dawn came, the men sent by Old Bear Skin and Round Bone Stick could find these "reinforcements" only by searching around a few tens of meters.

"Perhaps, the Horned Rat God really blessed these lucky guys so that they could meet you."

Watching Meng Chao's every move, Ice Storm said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

Although she herself doesn't care about the lives of the rat people.

But a partner who can't bear to see death is more reassuring than a ruthless guy who treats human life like nothing.

"I can't save all the rat people, but since they hit right under my nose, if I can save them, I still have to save them."

Meng Chao said, "What's more, we have to rely on these rat people to provide cover, so that we can achieve the greatest results at the lowest cost!"

"Just now I found a few traces left by the chasers trampling on the grass. From the analysis of their hoofprints, about 20 or 30 chasers formed a hunting team to hunt down the fleeing rat people separately."

Ice Storm said, "If the target is only 20 or 30 clan warriors, with the cover of grass and rat people, we do have hope of winning.

"I'm afraid that the other party is not as shrewd as you speculate, able to analyze the pros and cons while being absolutely sober and calm.

"Don't forget, high orcs are often controlled by anger and desire to kill, and even become puppets of totem armor.

"Furthermore, the various groups of the Bloodhoof Clan have pledged their blood in front of the Bloodhoof Temple, and this covenant witnessed by countless ancestor spirits can still play a certain role.

"At present, the tauren and wild boar may not give up part of their interests to the centaur clan.

"So, have you ever thought about what should we do if after we kill this wave of pursuers, the rest of the pursuers don't choose to retreat, but pursue fiercely without stopping?"

"Don't worry, of course I've thought about it."

Meng Chao smiled slightly, and said calmly, "This is also the most important reason why we insist on fighting this battle."

"oh?"

Ice Storm raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"Because, through this battle, we want to send a very important message to the leaders of the Bloodhoof clan."

Meng Chao leaned over, lowered his voice, and revealed all his plans to Ice Storm.

Dawn is coming soon.

The sky is still full of haze.

The dark clouds pressing down over the grassland like a collapsing cliff showed no sign of dissipating.

The sun struggled deep in the dark clouds, like a bloody flood, but no matter how raging it was, it couldn't find a breakthrough and could pour out.

It just dyed the dark clouds into grotesque blood jade pieces, and immersed the whole world in a reddish mist.

The fugitives woke up one after another.

Seeing the Great Horned Mouse God and the Great Horned Legion in the dream again made them weep with joy and was shocked.

Everyone knelt on the ground, kissing the land beneath them where the corpses of countless rat people had been buried and the blood of countless rat people had flowed for thousands of years.

More shocking news kept coming.

The team sent out to collect the stragglers did not go far before encountering a large number of stragglers.

In fact, many stragglers had already crawled into their bivouac by themselves last night, and they could even hear each other's heartbeat and breathing through the grass three or five arms away.

There is no need to send out a large number of people, as long as you call out loudly, hundreds of stragglers will be gathered.

After questioning, only the old bear skin and the round bone stick knew about the experiences of the left behind.

There is no doubt that the voice that appeared in front of everyone's eyes, ears and heads in the darkest night was the revelation of the Horned Rat God.

Sure enough, the Rat God was silently watching their every move!

It was precisely because they made the decision to fight to the death with the pursuers that the Rat God bestowed their blessings on them, helping them gather a team of hundreds of people in an instant!

The rat people suddenly realized that they no longer had any fear or doubt about the bloody battle with the centaur warrior.

They immediately carried out Meng Chao's suggestion and moved to the place where the weeds were the most lush nearby.

The soil here is rich in water, and stepping on it is a wet footprint.

Even without using any tools, you can make pits one by one in a short time with bare hands.

Most of the fugitives were used to heavy work such as smelting metals and casting weapons in the city of Noire.

After two nights of rest, I recovered a little bit of strength.

Under the "Gaze of the Horned Rat God", everyone worked together and quickly dug two trenches around the camp. They also dug a large number of pits inside and outside the trenches, and filled the pits with sharp swords. Finally, between the ditches and pits, a large number of weeds were laid down, tied up, and knotted.

Of course, in terms of actual combat effects, these measures do not have much significance.

Centaur warriors are not cavalry on Earth's ancient battlefields.

They were prepared using Chaozhuo genetic technology, equipped with totem armor, and aroused the power of the totem. Basically, they were equivalent to carbon-based tanks and armored vehicles.

In Meng Chao's previous life's war against other worlds, when the Dragon City and Turan coalition forces were making strategic deployments, the centaur warriors wearing totem armor and the main battle tanks wearing heavy armor were roughly equivalent in terms of combat effectiveness. of.

Main battle tanks cannot be trapped by pits and trenches.

However, by digging pits and trenches, the attention of the fugitives can be diverted, preventing them from thinking wildly and panicking as they wait for the pursuers to come.

Moreover, such soil work is also a very effective psychological suggestion.

Can the fugitives feel "we've all done so much preparation, we can always make a difference"?

Sure enough, after two consecutive quarters of soil work, the rat people not only didn't feel tired, but they had the consciousness of "I have dedicated my loyalty to the horned mouse god, and the horned rat god will bless me", and their faces became calm. , and perseverance.

Meng Chao couldn't ask for more from these rabble.

He could only suggest to the old bear skin and the round bone stick that if he had to take the "miracle medicine" bestowed by the horned mouse god, he had to take it at the moment when the pursuers charged.

Because of similar drugs, there is definitely a question of duration.

If you take it too early, let the blood burn, and arouse the violent power, not only will it scare the enemy, make the pursuers change their tactics, but may also interfere with the order of their own side-you know, before the two sides are completely entangled and plunged into chaos, this team The impromptu team of fugitives could not withstand the slightest disturbance.

All the fugitives, including the old bear skin and the round bone stick, believed that Meng Chao had proposed a fight to the death with the pursuers yesterday.

Only then did the horned mouse god come again in their dreams.

And to guide the lost stragglers, to gather to them.

Some people even regarded Meng Chao as a "psychic"—a person who could listen to the guidance of the horned rat god in a trance.

Naturally, he obeyed Meng Chaoyan.

And Meng Chao did not disappoint them.

His speculation became a reality before noon came.

"The centaur warrior is here!"

The tallest, with the best eyesight, the rat people who were sent to scout the enemy on the small soil around the camp, scrambled and scrambled into the camp.

They found about thirty or forty centaur warriors.

It is rolling over murderously from the southeast.

Judging from the straight marching route, it is not cruising or searching.

Instead, they locked their camp firmly.

"Everyone, don't panic. This is just a trial arranged by the Great Horned Rat God. Take courage and fight to your heart's content. Even if we die vigorously in battle, the Rat God will arrange a place for our heroic soul on the top of the holy mountain! "

The round bone stick danced and shouted.

At this time, it showed the benefits of Meng Chao arranging for the fugitives to camp in the thickest grass.

The infantry's fear of cavalry, especially heavy cavalry, is almost genetically engraved in the depths of the cells.

If they set up a line of defense on a field where the grass is slightly sparser and lower.

The fugitives may look higher than the tip of the grass, and see the heavy cavalry wearing totem armor moving forward, accelerating, and sprinting in a hurry.

There is no need to wait for the enemy's spear and hammer to really smash their chests.

Their fighting will, forcibly supported by their fanatical beliefs, will be crushed to pieces by the enemy's aura.

But deep in such dense grass.

The line of sight of all the fugitives was tightly blocked.

How terrifying it is to see the heavy cavalry rolling towards them.

Even the shock of trampling on the ground with iron hoofs was mostly absorbed by the wet soil, leaving only the tip of the grass trembling slightly.

The fugitives were ignorant and fearless.

He could only believe in every word Meng Chao and Yuangu Bang said, in the horned mouse god who descended in the dream, and in his own desire to survive.

Behind the two ditches, Old Bearskin gave orders.

The fugitives curled up one after another, holding their heads tightly, shrinking the size to the limit.

——The centaur is the bloodhoof clan, no, the best archer in Turanze.

Before launching a charge, an impenetrable rain of arrows would always be used as a prelude to killing.