The rat people, who had been in a desperate situation, had their last bit of strength stimulated by the mysterious voice.
They used their hands and feet to move forward in the grass.
The voice continued to appear.
But this time, it was as if it had appeared in front of them and was very close to them.
It made them continue to move forward in exhaustion. They stretched out their fingers with peeling fingernails and bleeding profusely to pounce on the unknown hope.
Only when every single drop of energy was squeezed out from every single muscle fiber, even the cartilage within the joints was completely ground away, as if they had fallen apart did the voice say in satisfaction, "Very good, rest here. When dawn comes, you will all see hope!"
Just like that, Meng Chao accurately controlled the sound waves and simulated the different sound sources in the distance to gather the hundreds of rat people who had fallen behind to Old Bear Pelt and the round bone club's team. They formed an even circle around them.
When dawn came, the people sent by Old Bear Pelt and Round Bone Club would only need to search dozens of meters around them to find these "reinforcements".
"Perhaps the Horned Rat God really blessed these lucky people, and that's why they ran into you."
Ice Storm observed Meng Chao's actions and sighed with emotion.
She did not care about the rat people's lives.
However, a partner who could not bear to leave someone to die was much more reassuring than a ruthless fellow who regarded human lives as nothing more than grass.
"I can't save all the rat people, but since I ran into them, I will save them if I can," Meng Chao said.
"Besides, we still need these rat people to cover us. That's how we can achieve the greatest results with the smallest price!"
"Just now, I found a few tracks left behind by the pursuers. Based on their hoofprints, they formed a hunting squad of about twenty to thirty pursuers, and they split up to hunt the fleeing rat people," Ice Storm said.
The Ice Storm said, "If the target is only twenty or thirty clan warriors, with the cover of the grass and the Rat Villagers, we do have a chance to win.
"I'm just worried that they aren't as smart as you think. They won't be able to analyze the pros and cons while being absolutely clear-headed and calm.
"Don't forget that high-ranked Beastmen are often controlled by anger and bloodlust, and can even become puppets of the Totem Battle Armor.
"Moreover, the major clans of the Bloodhoof Clan have already sworn an oath of blood in front of the Bloodhoof Temple. This oath, which has been witnessed by countless ancestor souls, can still be of some use.
"In front of a great enemy, the Minotaurs and Boar-Men might give up some of their benefits to the Centaurs.
"So, have you ever thought about what we should do if the remaining pursuers don't choose to retreat after we kill this wave of pursuers, but pursue us relentlessly without stopping?"
"Don't worry, of course I've thought about this."
Meng Chao smiled faintly and said calmly, "This is also the most important reason why we must fight this war."
"Oh?"
Ice Storm raised his eyebrows. "Why?"
"Because, through this battle, we have to send a very important message to the big shots of the Bloodhoof Clan."
Meng Chao drew closer, lowered his voice, and told Hailstorm his entire plan.
Dawn came quickly.
But the sky was still covered in darkness.
The dark clouds above the plains, which were like collapsing cliffs, did not show any signs of dispersing.
Sunlight struggled in the depths of the dark clouds like a blood-red flood, but no matter how much it raged, it could not find an opening and could pour out.
It dyed the dark clouds into pieces of blood jade of all shapes and sizes, causing the entire heavens and the earth to be immersed in a faint red mist.
The escapees woke up one after another.
When they saw the Great Horned Rat God and the Great Horned Army in their dreams again, they cried tears of joy and were incredibly shocked.
Everyone knelt on the ground and kissed the ground beneath them, which had buried countless rat people's corpses and flowed with their blood over the past millions of years.
Even more shocking news came one after another.
The teams sent out to gather up the stragglers did not go far before they ran into a large group of stragglers.
In truth, many of the stragglers had already crawled into their campsites the previous night. They could even hear each other's heartbeats and breathing when they were separated by the bushes that were five arms away.
They did not even need to send out a large number of people. They just needed to call out loudly, and hundreds of stragglers gathered.
After asking around, Old Bearskin, Round Bone Club, and the others learned about the experiences of the stragglers.
There was no doubt that the voice that appeared in front of everyone's eyes, ears, and heads in the darkest night was a revelation from the Great Horned Rat God.
The Rat God had indeed been quietly observing their every move!
It was precisely because they had made the decision to fight to the death with their pursuers that the Rat God had blessed them and helped them gather a team of hundreds in an instant!
The rat people were suddenly enlightened. They no longer feared or doubted the bloody battle against the Centaur Warriors.
They immediately carried out Meng Chao's suggestion and moved to the place with the most lush weeds.
The soil here was rich in moisture, and when they stepped on it, they left wet footprints.
Even if they did not use any tools, they could create holes with their bare hands in a short amount of time.
Most of the escapees were used to doing heavy work in Black Horn City, such as smelting metals and forging weapons.
After two nights of rest, they recovered some of their strength.
Under the gaze of the Great Horned Rat God, everyone worked together and soon dug two trenches around the camp. They also dug a lot of pits inside and outside the trenches and stuck sharp blades and swords at the bottom of the pits. Finally, between the trenches and the pits, a lot of weeds were pulled down, tied, and tied together.
Of course, in terms of actual combat effectiveness, these measures were not very meaningful.
The Centaur Warriors were not like the cavalry of ancient battlefields on Earth.
They were created with extraordinary genetic technology, and they were equipped with Totem Armor. With their Totem Power activated, they were basically the same as carbon-based armored tanks.
During the War of the Other World in Meng Chao's previous life, when Dragon City and the allied forces of Turan made tactical deployments, the centaur warriors with totemic armor and the main battle tanks with heavy armor were evaluated to be about the same in terms of their combat effectiveness.
Main Battle Tanks could not be trapped by pits and trenches.
But by digging pits and trenches, they could divert the escapees' attention and prevent them from thinking too much while they waited for their pursuers to arrive. The more they thought about it, the more panicked they became.
Besides, this kind of earthwork was also a very effective psychological cue.
It could make the escapees feel that they had made a lot of preparations, so they should be able to be of some use, right?
Just as Meng Chao expected, after two hours of earthwork, the rat people did not feel tired. Instead, they felt that they had already given their loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God, so the Great Horned Rat God will definitely bless them. Their expressions became calm and determined.
Meng Chao could not ask for more from this motley crew.
He could only suggest to Old Bearskin and Round Bone Club that if they had to take the "miracle medicine" given by the Great Horned Rat God, they should take it the moment their pursuers started charging.
After all, there was definitely a problem with how long they could last for.
If they took it too early, it would cause their blood to burn and their power to go berserk. Not only would they alert their pursuers and make them change their tactics, they might also disrupt the order on their side. It had to be known that before both sides were completely engaged in battle and descended into chaos, the group of escapees that had been formed at the last minute could not withstand any form of interference.
All the escapees, including Old Bearskin and Round Bone Club, thought that Meng Chao was the one who suggested fighting to the death against their pursuers.
That was why the Great Horned Rat God appeared in their dreams again.
He also guided the lost people who fell behind to gather beside them.
Some people even treated Meng Chao as a spirit medium, someone who could listen to the Great Horned Rat God's guidance while they were in a daze.
Naturally, they listened to Meng Chao.
And Meng Chao did not disappoint them.
His conjecture became a reality before noon arrived.
"The Centaur Warriors are here!"
The rat people, who were the tallest and had the best eyesight, were sent to the small mounds around the camp to scout out the enemy. They tumbled and crawled into the camp.
They found about thirty to forty centaur warriors.
They were charging over from the southeast with a murderous aura.
Based on the straight path they were taking, they were not cruising or searching.
Instead, they had locked down their camp.
"Everyone, don't panic. This is just a trial arranged by the Great Horned Rat God. Summon your courage and fight to your heart's content. Even if you die in battle, the Great Horned Rat God will arrange a place for our heroic souls at the summit of the Sacred Mountain!"
Round Bone Club waved his hands and shouted.
At this moment, the benefits of Meng Chao arranging for the escapees to set up camp at the place with the thickest bushes were shown.
Infantrymen's fear toward cavaliers, especially heavy-armored cavaliers, practically came from their genes. It was carved into the depths of their cells.
If they set up a defense line on the plains where the bushes were thinner and the ground was shorter, the escapees' vision might be higher than the tips of the bushes.
The fugitives' line of sight could be higher than the tip of the grass. They could see the heavy cavalry wearing totemic armor advancing, accelerating, and sprinting calmly.
They did not even need to wait for the enemy's longspears and hammers to crush their chests.
Their fighting spirit, which was forcefully supported by their fervent beliefs, would be crushed by the enemy's momentum.
But in the depths of the bushes …
All the fugitives' line of sight was completely blocked.
They could not see just how terrifying the heavy-armored cavaliers were when they charged at them like a tornado.
Even the shock from when the iron hooves trampled on the ground and crushed everything was mostly absorbed by the wet soil. It only made the tips of the bushes tremble slightly.
The escapees were ignorant and fearless.
They could only believe in everything Meng Chao and Round Bone Club said, believe in the Great Horned Rat God who descended in their dreams, and believe in their desire to live.
Old Bearskin gave the order from behind the two trenches.
The escapees curled up and hugged their heads tightly. They shrank their bodies to the limit.
The Centaur Warriors were the best archers in Blood Hoof Tribe, no, in all of Turanze.
Before they charged forward, they would always use an impenetrable rain of arrows as the prelude to their slaughter.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
