Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

And farther away, several pillars of fire soared into the sky like red dragons baring their teeth and claws.

Under the majesty of the red dragon, all the soldiers of the Big Horn Legion were shouting hysterically, running around like headless chickens, and even had red eyes, lost control of their minds, drew out their blood-stained weapons, and faced the daylight with life and death. The comrades who depended on each other were cut off severely.

Their roars and screams turned into a torrent, rushing into Meng Chao's ear canal earlier than the chaotic rush, making his face as ugly as those of the witch doctors.

"Camp Xiao!"

Meng Chao's scalp and palms were numb.

Ying Xiao is the situation that any battlefield commander in the Middle Ages would least want to encounter.

The cold weapon army in the middle ages did not have scientific and effective management methods, and relied on flogging, corporal punishment and even the threat of death to implement high-handed rule.

In the process of marching and fighting, the mental pressure suffered by soldiers is unimaginable to modern people.

It can be said that no matter how simple and kind people are, after going through several medieval wars and fighting in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, even if they survived by chance, they will turn into demons in human skin.

Regardless of whether the uprising itself is just or not, this trend from human to demon is irreversible.

And tens of thousands of soldiers who were highly nervous, accustomed to seeing corpses strewn all over the field, and gradually no longer took human life or even their own life and death seriously, gathered together.

It is like stacking gunpowder barrels on dried straw and exposing them to the hot sun.

Explosions are inevitable.

It's just a matter of time.

Perhaps, it was just a tear between two mentally broken soldiers.

Perhaps, it was a rebellious soldier who was dissatisfied with the officer who severely punished him.

Even, it was just a soldier exclaiming "enemy attack" in his nightmare.

In short, an insignificant little spark may ignite the entire volcano that is ready to go, causing the entire legion, which seems to be swallowed up like a tiger, to turmoil, chaos and even collapse in an instant. Hundreds of thousands or even millions of troops The offensive was ruined once, and fell to the point where the entire army was wiped out.

It's like the records in ancient military classics. There are often cases where hundreds of warriors attack the enemy's 100,000 troops at night, causing the enemy's army, which seems to be winning, to completely collapse.

In fact, if the 100,000 army is determined and the law is strict, even if it stretches its neck to let hundreds of night raiders chop, how many heads can the opponent chop off in a hurry?

Most of the dead and injured were just victims of panic, cannibalism and trampling.

Of course, if the commander-in-chief is a world-renowned general who has shocked the world.

The soldiers are all well-trained elite soldiers.

The supply of food, grass and military equipment is very sufficient, and even the most low-level soldiers are rewarded every now and then.

And the battle situation is favorable to one's own side, as long as one bites one's teeth again, the enemy will be defeated in one go.

But it can minimize the chance of "camp screaming" or "camp bombing".

However, the Big Horn Legion did not have any of these conditions.

This is just a rebel army put together.

It's just that they are more angry than the mob.

Even if the ancient dream saint once selected warriors with certain commanding skills, they trained secretly in the underground base.

But lack of inheritance and actual combat experience, the so-called secret training can only be done behind closed doors and on paper.

Even in the last few months, the Bighorn Legion has made a furious charge, winning successive victories.

However, the vast majority of victories were due to the five major clans having their own schemes and plotting against each other, giving way to the Rat People's Rebel Army.

Even the generals of the Big Horn Legion at all levels can accumulate a certain amount of combat experience from successive bloody battles.

After all, it lacks the firepower to deal with such a sudden disaster as the "Ying Xiao".

Not to mention the soldiers themselves.

More than 90% of the troops of the Great Horn Legion come from slaves, miners, handymen, villagers, and private hunters in the mountains.

Even if there are a few slave soldiers who have received military training, at most they have participated in the battle of a small group of a hundred or so people, and have never experienced a large army battle with hundreds of thousands or even millions of people crowded together.

These angry Rat Warriors often have more than enthusiasm but not enough calmness. They are also dazzled by a series of victories, and only want quick victory or quick death.

But it lacks the courage to deal with the enemy for a long time, even in the most difficult environment, like the sparks among the weeds, to persevere silently and persevere.

The long-term failure of the Hundred Blades City has already made them very frustrated.

From nowhere, the news that the military rations had been exhausted was more like an invisible noose around their necks, tightening inch by inch, making them breathless.

Under the cruel battle situation, which is endlessly impacted like a stormy sea, they have just ignited the fire of faith for several months, and it has long been covered with a layer of haze.

The unattainable victory is also crumbling like a candle in the wind.

If at such a delicate moment.

In the name of "putting order out of chaos, abandoning the darkness and turning to the light", those rat rebels who surrendered from the wolf rangers and defected to the Big Horn Legion were unexpectedly mixed with some "house mice" that had been raised by the wolves for thousands of years.

And these "house mice" screamed in the dead of night, using words such as "The heavy-armored battle group of the lion and tiger has been killed", "Our army rations have been completely eaten", "The blood hoof army has cut off our retreat!" "Rumors like this, come to confuse the army.

Coupled with the out-of-control brain of the Ancient Dream Saintess, the nightmare of the "zombie mouse god" was continuously released to the outside world.

And these images spread to the heads of all the soldiers through the priest wearing the antenna helmet.

An army of one million collapsed overnight, which was completely predictable and an extremely cruel ending.

Meng Chao sighed.

In fact, the Holy Maiden from the ancient dream was bewitched by the "Big Horn Rat God", and gathered all the main forces of the Big Horn Legion, and put them under the Bairen City, trying to fight the Golden Clan with a strong army and a deep foundation, and have a battle of millions of soldiers. start.

The defeat and even destruction of the Big Horn Legion entered the countdown.

It was too late for Meng Chao to intervene, and he was alone. He really couldn't summon dozens of armored airships and hundreds of extraordinary people to help him turn the tide like in Dragon City.

He only hoped that he could do something to avoid the worst situation like his previous life.

Even if it is to save a few sparks for the Bighorn Legion, and keep a few cards in the game with "Jackal" Kanus.

While he was meditating, those rebel soldiers who were stimulated by the roar of the battalion, had a mental breakdown, and disowned their relatives, had rushed to the place less than one mile away from the wounded soldiers' battalion.

Meng Chao concentrated his psychic energy on the cochlea, and could even vaguely distinguish a few human words in their beast-like roars.

"food!"

"food!"

"There is food in the wounded barracks!"

Obviously, the reason why these rebels had a clear goal and came straight to the wounded barracks was because there was more food stored here than the second-line troops deployed on the periphery.

At the same time, the Wounded Army Camp was not as elite as the White Bone Camp. It was a hard bone with spikes. If the rebels wanted to grab food from the tiger's mouth, it was very likely that hundreds of transparent holes would be pierced in their mouths and even their heads.

On this night when order collapsed, the wounded barracks, which had food but no strong fighting power, was simply a piece of plump, juicy, tender, boneless fat.

Of course, Meng Chao couldn't deny that there was another, more dangerous possibility.

That is, "Jackal" Kanus has locked his coordinates through the nightmare just now.

Through the spies placed inside the Big Horn Legion, they deliberately instigated the chaos and attacked the wounded barracks, trying to destroy him in a state of waking up from a big dream and not recovering from serious injuries.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

It's better to find Ye Zi and Ice Storm first, find a way to get away from the rout of the Great Horn Legion, and then discuss the next move.

As Meng Chao thought about it, he suddenly felt a sting like a needle prick in the back of his head.

Startled in horror, when he looked back, he saw a high-ranking priest wearing a gray-brown feather coat and a mask with a sharp mouth, stumbling on his feet, and looking extremely crazy.

From the bird's beak-shaped mask filled with disinfectants, Meng Chao recognized the identity of this high-ranking priest, who was the director of the wounded barracks.

A few days ago, when he was changing the dressing for treatment, he had met this high-ranking priest several times.

At that time, the feather coat on the opponent's body was colorful, fragrant and radiant.

The demeanor of the whole person is also calm and elegant, without the excitement of other priests at all, but it makes people involuntarily develop a sense of trust and dependence. I believe that even if they stumble and fall into the abyss of death, there is a great chance that he will be able to salvage it—— And that's exactly what happened.

How could this high-ranking priest who was able to bring the dead back to life become like this after a night of absence?