Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

All Ratmen warriors are convinced of this.

And put a hundred times of piety and fanaticism, at the expense of burning his own flesh and blood, to ensure that the final victory will come as soon as possible.

In the huge whirlpool as hot as magma, only Meng Chao kept his head clear.

Realize that the Bighorn Legion has reached a turning point.

Under the Hundred Blades City is the limit of the Rat People.

In a few days, the situation will take a sharp turn for the worse.

The raging tide of rats composed of millions of fanatical rat people will fall apart in an instant and be wiped out.

This can be seen from the food supply in the wounded barracks.

In the beginning, because of the large amount of supplies seized from the wolf reinforcements, the wounded barracks had ample food supply, and the standard was quite high.

Even ordinary soldiers, after being seriously injured, can enjoy the secret medicine and high-energy food carefully prepared by the wolf clan witch doctor.

Ordinary food such as fried mandala fruit is openly served, regardless of the number.

As dozens of groups of Rat People's Rebel Army gathered under the White Blade City one after another, the logistics pressure of the Big Horn Legion increased tenfold.

Although a lot of trophies were seized in the successive bloody battles, they could not make up for the loss on the battlefield.

While the scale of the wounded barracks continued to expand, the supply of food and medicine gradually became stretched.

Not only in terms of quality, it has changed from a secret medicine carefully prepared by a witch doctor to an ordinary herbal medicine that has been tormented indiscriminately.

From baked golden praline cheese, to plain mandala gooey topped with some sour cream.

The quantity was also greatly limited, and a rationing system had to be implemented.

Many wounded were in need of a lot of nutrition to repair their wounds and regain their energy, but they could only treat them blindly with clear soup and little water. They were so hungry that they groaned and sighed in the middle of the night.

Of course, in the mouths of witch doctors and priests, including ordinary wounded, this is a "temporary difficulty".

Everyone except Meng Chao firmly believed that the Big Horn Legion was about to capture the Hundred Blades City.

At that time, all the granaries and arsenals in Baijian City will be owned by all the rat people.

Not only can it completely solve the problem of logistics and supplies, but it also has the possibility of shocking the entire Turanze and further expanding the Big Horn Legion.

"Three days, at most five days!"

The wounded who were wounded under the Hundred Blades City and carried to the wounded barracks were still full of confidence and even beaming, "The defenders in the Hundred Blades City are exhausted, and even the towers have been knocked down by us several times. If you persist for three to five days, you will definitely collapse completely.

"At that time, there will be no problems!

"Furthermore, I heard that the lion men and tiger men in the Chijin City have started fighting among themselves, killing the entire Chijin City with corpses strewn all over the ground, blood flowing, and half the city on fire!

"As long as we can get rid of the defenders of the Hundred Blades City and the reinforcements of the wolf tribe, and rush to the Red Gold City in one go, I am afraid that the fragmented Red Gold City will be easier to conquer than the Hundred Blades City!"

The incomparably optimistic mood was like a chirping lark hovering over the wounded barracks.

Meng Chao saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but he didn't know how to convince these blindly optimistic rat warriors—destruction is coming, and the fall of the Great Horn Legion is tomorrow. The real fighting power of the elite wolf clan is definitely not as good as you imagined. Simple, the successive battles and victories in the past month or so were only because "Jackal" Kanus, the nominal master of the wolf clan, secretly held back the wolf clan bosses who actually controlled the military power, stumbled and even stabbed him in the back. It's just a knife.

Now, "Jackal" Kanus has used the sharp blade of the Great Horn Legion to kill and injure those big bosses who hindered him from truly controlling the wolf clan.

Even the leader of the wolf army who managed to save his life, with the extremely disgraceful record of being beaten to pieces by the rat people, is no longer qualified to show off his power in front of "Jackal" Kanus and rely on the old to sell the old.

Using the method "Jackal" Kanus showed in Meng Chao's previous life memory.

At this moment, he should have completed the internal integration of the wolf clan, made the surviving military leaders submissive, and then completely grasped the supreme power of the entire wolf clan, right?

Then, the sharp blade of the Big Horn Legion has already completed its historical mission.

The future "Doomsday Demon Wolf" will have at least one hundred ways to let the ignorant rat people know what real "terror" and "despair" are.

Perhaps, Baiblad City was originally the bait that "Jackal" Kanus deliberately threw to the rat people.

In order to conquer the Hundred Blades City, the warriors with the most rebellious spirit and combat effectiveness among the tens of millions of rat people in the entire Turanze are all gathered here, losing their mobility and logistical supply capabilities, moving like a big pile of meat no.

If it is possible to conquer the Hundred Blades City and successfully capture the arsenal and granaries in the city, that would be great.

What if it cannot be conquered?

Even if it is successfully conquered, what if the defenders ignite the arsenal and granary in desperation, and burn all the war resources?

Even, what if the Hundred Blade City was the core of the conspiracy from the very beginning, and the arsenal and granary in the city simply didn't have enough war resources to give the Big Horn Legion a breathing space?

Analyzed from Meng Chao's past life memory.

It's not "what if".

It is "history" that is destined to happen.

They watched dozens of groups of rat rebels pouring in from all directions to Baijian City.

Meng Chao thought of that kind of complex and sophisticated large mouse trap.

Set up a circle of movable seesaws around it, and in the middle is a very large and deep bucket. Perhaps there are a few pieces of fragrant cheese floating on the water, attracting the surrounding mice to run up the seesaw desperately, and finally fall into the bucket and drown alive .

Waiting left and right, I can't wait for the ancient dream saint.

Meng Chao was so anxious that he wanted to tear off his disguise desperately and rush directly into the camp of the Saintess of Ancient Dream.

But the Saintess of Ancient Dream herself, although in a normal state, appears to be powerless.

Around her, there were several high-ranking priests wearing masks and horned helmets with unfathomable auras at all times.

Meng Chao was very skeptical if the Saintess of Ancient Dream was really an ignorant puppet.

These high-level priests are not just her subordinates and followers.

It is very likely that it will be remotely controlled by the careerists behind the scenes, and it is also responsible for protecting and monitoring the ancient dream saint.

Meng Chao was confident of solving these high-ranking priests.

But he didn't have the confidence to do this without alarming the mastermind behind the scenes and without making a fuss.

Therefore, he can only hide his minions, firmly believe in his own judgment, and wait patiently.

Fortunately, his persistence paid off.

On the eleventh day after he entered the wounded barracks, the ancient dream saint finally came.

This is the darkest hour before dawn.

It is also the moment when people's nerves are the most relaxed and they fall into the deepest dream.

Meng Chao, who was in a state of light sleep but had set up several layers of "warning nets" deep in his brain, felt in a trance that there was a shining thread of light, like a winding snake, licking and licking. Looking at the center of his brows, he released a few strands of nerve current into his brain that could calm the mind and massage the brain cells.

Then, he got in and connected Meng Chao's brain to a mysterious existence hidden in the dark.

"finally come!"

Meng Chao was excited.

But relying on the high degree of control of the body including the brain by the "quasi-spiritual powerhouse", he precisely manipulates some brain cells on the outer side of the cerebral cortex to simulate the appearance of deep sleep.

At the same time, he injected spiritual energy into the memory cells, released some of his carefully constructed memory fragments, and sent them to the light filaments that invaded the brain.

Meng Chao didn't directly have the dream of "being chased by a totem beast, falling off a cliff, and finding a rune on a stone wall".

Although it was mentioned to the ancient dream saint that day.

But it would be too coincidental if the Ancient Dream Saintess had just sneaked into his mind and discovered that he was having this dream.

Moreover, Meng Chao understood the mentality of mind control experts like the Saintess of Gumeng very well.

Let her act in other people's dreams, she will never feel comfortable, and it is impossible to let her guard down completely.

Therefore, Meng Chao simply sent a large number of fragmented "materials" to her, and let her construct the dream with her own hands.

Only when the ancient dream saint thinks that this is a dream created by her initiative and is her "home field", can she completely let go of her guard and reveal her true self.

Gumeng Saintess was really fooled.

The thread of light stopped in front of the mottled memory fragments, skimming quickly.

These memory fragments are not just about "being chased by a totem beast, falling off a cliff, and discovering a rune on a stone wall".

There is also the identity fabricated by Meng Chao, the picture of "tree root" growing up.

Including the carefree life in the village as a child.

After his home was deserted, he wandered around, and with the help of the stone wall runes, he escaped from the desperate situation time and time again.

Of course, there are also a series of arduous battles after joining the Bighorn Legion, and his pious, brave, and fanatical performance in battle.

Through these memory fragments, the growth trajectory of a rat warrior can be perfectly simulated.

Of course, all the memory images are indistinct, blurry or even mottled, losing a lot of details.

This is also a normal characteristic of the memory picture - it would be strange if all the memories were clear after ten or twenty years.

As for the "bait" thrown by Meng Chao, the shining stone wall rune.

Meng Chao also let it flash away in the memory screen, which can make the ancient dream saint feel its magic, but can't see the true meaning of even a single rune.

The ancient dream saint wants to explore the mysteries of the stone wall runes carefully.

It was necessary to create a dream, and Meng Chao's subconscious mind acted as a guide to enter the deepest part of his brain.

The ancient dream saint really took the bait.

Meng Chao could feel that the strands of light that had sneaked into his brain were like shining stamens, starting from the tip and splitting into dozens of strands.

Each ray of light gently entangles a piece of memory that he created and sent on his own initiative.

Then, like building a palace, it was constructed quickly and easily.