Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

In all fairness, it cannot be said that all the officers and soldiers of the Big Horn Legion are whimsical.

After all, Baiblade City is an important town in Turan with thousands of years of inheritance, and no one can bear the responsibility of handing over this glorious city to the rat people.

Moreover, there is a large amount of military rations hoarded in Bairen City, not only to supply the daily consumption of the wolf clan, but also to prepare for the consumption of the entire Golden clan for several years in the battle of five clans and even the battle of glory.

If so much military rations were burned, how would the wolves, tigers and leopards of the Golden Clan fill their stomachs and march towards the Land of Holy Light?

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for the wolf defenders to burn their rations unless it is absolutely necessary-this is a test of the commander's determination even more than a strong man breaking his wrist.

The question is, if the strategy of "siege of the Hundred Blades City" itself is part of the serial conspiracy of "Jackal" Kanus.

The food stock in Baidao City is not as much as the Big Horn Legion predicted.

Most of the military rations have long been secretly transported out of the city by "Jackal" Kanus, and stored in some corner or underground cave?

In any case, this kind of decision-making that bets that the enemy will not dare to cut off the wrist of a strong man is tantamount to sending the noose that strangles the throat to the enemy's hands, which is completely self-defeating.

Sure enough, the wolf clan defenders in Baiblade City began to burn the granaries and arsenals in the city at the darkest hour before dawn during the interval between the two rounds of the Big Horn Legion's attack.

Perhaps the supplies in the granary and arsenal are far from what they appear on the surface.

But it was enough to make all the officers and soldiers of the Big Horn Legion in chaos and at a loss.

Of course, they wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack the city, rush into Baijian City and put out the fire before all the food was burned.

But night raids were originally the thing that most tested the quality of soldiers and the coordination of skills and tactics.

In the dark night where you can't see your fingers, storm a strong city with high walls and deep pits, and the defenders are still capable of fighting. This is something that has never been heard of in the history of cold weapon wars, whether on earth or in other worlds.

The hungry rat warriors could only tear their eye sockets open, stare wide-eyed, and watch the mandala fruits in the city turn into clouds of fragrant smoke, so thick that they were about to drip grease, soaring into the sky, and flying towards They utter seductive temptations.

Until now, some people have gradually come to their senses and began to reflect on whether this strategy of "all-in-one effort" is too frivolous and reckless.

It's a pity, it's too late to regret!

As a patchwork of rebels, relying entirely on blood and courage, from the moment they entrenched around the White Blade City and completely lost their mobility, they were destined to usher in such a raging flame that burned all hope. Turning point!

"The Big Horn Legion is hopeless. It's a thousand words and ten thousand. Without food, even if the gods and demons descend, it is impossible to regroup the scattered soldiers."

Ice Storm, like Meng Chao, had an extremely clear understanding, "What should we do now?"

"Go to rescue the ancient dream saint!"

Meng Chao made a decisive decision, "As long as we rescue the ancient dream saint, even if the whole army of the Big Horn Legion is wiped out, there is still a chance to make a comeback!"

Since ancient times, the reason why the uprising army has become a troublesome thing that countless rulers have turned pale upon hearing about it is not because of how strong its combat effectiveness is, how well-organized it is, or how large the army is.

Rather, it is much like wildfire, fungus, and virus, and it is extremely difficult to be completely killed.

Even if the flags and drums are silent on the surface, surrender, and even the entire army is wiped out.

As long as the leader and core members can escape.

Every minute, there is a chance to make a comeback and regroup, creating a more noisy momentum than in the past.

After all, "Jackal" Kanus could wipe out the Big Horn Legion.

But it is impossible to wipe out the tens of thousands of rat people represented by the Big Horn Legion, and their hatred and anger that have accumulated for thousands of years.

As long as this hatred and anger is still there.

As long as the ancient dream saint is still alive.

As long as the armored airship swarm from Dragon City can quickly open the air route from the Monster Mountain Range to the hinterland of Turanze, and transport several short-distance transition devices on the surface of the planet.

Even if, even if there is only the last little spark left in the Bighorn Legion.

It can be revived in minutes.

"Do you know where the ancient dream saint is?"

Ice Storm raised his eyebrows high.

Although the ancient dream saint did not deliberately hide her appearance.

However, as a leading soldier fighting on the front line, it is still extremely difficult to accurately lock the coordinates of the supreme commander.

Seeing that Meng Chao's seemingly absurd prophecies were turning into reality one after another.

Ice Storm's evaluation of Meng Chao was getting higher and higher, almost to the point of obeying.

"I know, but time is running out, we need to race against time, do you know where the nearest Bone Battalion cavalry is stationed?"

During several confrontations with the wolf group.

The "Bone Battalion", an elite unit of the Big Horn Legion, captured many "Wolgs", the mounts commonly used by wolves.

And through the dream teaching of the saint of ancient dreams—in fact, Meng Chao suspected very much that it was Kanus the 'Jackal' who used the brain of the saint of ancient dreams as a "transfer station" to directly teach the driving skills, which made everyone feel ashamed. The warriors of the Young White Bone Battalion grew into well-trained cavalry in just a few days.

Near the fortress where the ice storm is located is the station of a Cavalry Army of the Bone Battalion.

Naturally, the elite of the Bone Camp did not escape the impact of the camp roar.

Because they have a closer relationship with the ancient dream saint on weekdays, almost everyone can directly or indirectly sense the brainwaves of the ancient dream saint every night. The teaching of the Dream Saintess and even the Horned Rat God.

So, when the dream turned into a nightmare, when the majestic, majestic and majestic horned mouse god descended from the earth, turned into a swollen and rotten zombie mouse queen who looked like a giant.

The elites of the Bone Battalion were more seriously affected than ordinary Rat Warriors.

Their camps have almost become madhouses.

Almost half of the elites who had experienced many battles and died without hesitation held their heads, curled up into a ball, and twitched crazily.

The other half were like headless flies electrified, dancing and jumping around.

Even the wargs who were imprisoned next to the tents were released by no one.

Perhaps these ferocious beasts with a little understanding of human nature were also affected by the frenzied brain waves constantly turbulent and colliding in the air, so they grinned, their eyes were red, and they showed a fierce look.

From time to time, a warg arched its waist, blasted the hair on its back, and pounced on the mentally broken bone camp elite like a sharp knife out of its sheath.

And even if the chest was torn apart by the wolf's minions, exposing the steaming, "bubu" beating organs, many elites of the Bone Camp did not respond, as if their fighting spirit and soul were all lost with the fall of the horned rat god dissipate.

What remains here are just empty shells.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm managed to grab the two Wargs effortlessly without alarming anyone.

Although none of them have received professional cavalry training.

But when their level reached their level, they only needed to release a few strands of killing intent, and they would naturally transform into a humanoid beast, deeply shocking the mount under their crotch.

Perceive the spiritual energy surging out of their bodies, enough to instantly freeze themselves into ice cubes or burn them into coke.

The two wargs, who were originally fierce and bloody at the corners of their mouths, suddenly become docile like old dogs whose teeth have been knocked out.

The two exerted force at the same time, relying on the subtle tremors of the muscle fibers around the body and the force feedback from the crotch.

Quickly figured out the driving skills of the warg.

And using the spiritual energy to stimulate the flesh and tendons of the wargs, the two beasts exploded at an unprecedented speed, turning into two off-string arrows, and shooting towards the base camp deployed by the ancient dream saint in the southwest stone forest.

Along the way, we encountered more than a dozen camps that were in a mess.

In order to pursue speed, they did not deliberately cover their tracks this time.

As a result, many crazy soldiers dared to step forward to intercept them.

Meng Chao noticed that these rebels had crooked mouths and squinted eyes, their skin was red and hot, and many of them had deep hollows between their brows, but their temples were raised high, and the depressions and protrusions were still bulging and sucking, like trembling tumors.

And the magnetic field of their life is more like a fire with accelerant added in the strong wind. No one can predict whether the fire will continue to deflagrate or go out suddenly in the next second.

Meng Chao knew that the power of the "fear bomb" was escalating.

More and more Rat Warriors have been devoured by the nightmare of the Zombie Rat God, and after their beliefs collapsed, they became insane killing machines.

However, he has no time to entangle with these crazy soldiers.

The ancient dream saint must be rescued.

In order to cut off the source of the nightmare.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm clamped the wolf's abdomen tightly, using severe pain to stimulate the last potential of the wolf in the crotch, soared into the air, and straddled the heads of the chaos soldiers in a nearly gliding posture.