It was not just because of their numbers.
It was also because they received help from the local rat people of the Golden Clan.
It had to be known that rat people were not a biological concept.
Instead, they were the amalgamation of countless losers who were eliminated in wars, trials, gladiators, and coming-of-age ceremonies.
From a biological point of view, there was not much difference between the Rat People and the Warriors who lived in the same town, be it in appearance or genes. It was very likely that they were related by blood.
Aside from the buffs from the totemic armor, there was no difference between the fighting strength of the warriors and rat people that could not be filled with numbers.
Most of the rat people who belonged to the Golden Clan had the blood of wolves, tigers, and leopards. They also had fangs and claws, and they were even fiercer than the cloven-hoofed rat people.
They were wild and unruly, and they were unwilling to obey their masters' orders. They had a rebellious spirit, and they had an even sharper and deeper conflict with the rulers of the Golden Clan.
Hence, over the past thousands of years, they were treated even more cruelly and tyrannically by their masters.
Thousands of years of blood had long since turned into an active volcano that could erupt at any moment.
The rise of the Big Horn Army completely ignited the hatred of the rat people who belonged to the Golden Clan, and it burned even hotter than magma.
When the Big Horn Army's vanguard reached their town, they rose up and answered to the Big Horn Rat God's summons. They worked together with their "true compatriots" and chased their deserving masters out of the town. In fact, they even killed them on the spot.
These rat people also had sharp claws and fangs. Aside from the wounds on their bodies and the deformed limbs that were shackled all day long, they were no different from their masters. They were the most fearless soldiers on the battlefield, and they were also the cruelest avengers after they won.
With their help, the Big Horn Army swept through the southern territory of the Golden Clan with an unstoppable force.
In just a short ten days, Meng Chao had participated in four battles to attack the city.
The four towns at the borders had all fallen.
The towns that originally had flags with lion's teeth, tiger's claws, wolf's head, and leopard's tail were now ruled by the Rat God's skeleton flag.
From the towns to the countryside, the rat people who came from all over Turanze were everywhere. They sang and danced, and they formed a sea of celebration.
Meng Chao could see rat swarms that stretched for dozens of kilometers. It gave him the feeling that his arrival had stirred up a chain reaction and changed the future.
After all, in his previous life, the Big Horn Army had not achieved such a sensational result in Blackhorn City.
It was also impossible for them to pull so many fugitives from the territory of the Blood Hoof Clan and form such a huge army so smoothly.
Although most of the people who made up this army were a motley crew.
However, as long as their numbers exceeded a certain threshold, not to mention the rat people, even real rats could become the overlords at the top of the food chain!
However, the piping hot rewards in front of him instantly destroyed his fantasies.
The so-called "reward" was a bowl of Datura mush in a wooden bowl.
Although it was mixed with some sour cream and a few pieces of minced meat, it smelled very appetizing at first glance.
But when Meng Chao stabbed the wooden spoon vertically, it immediately tilted to the side.
This meant that there was a lot of water in the bowl of paste, and its thickness was limited.
Besides, when Meng Chao stirred the bottom of the bowl with the wooden spoon, he did not stir up minced meat. Instead, he stirred up a suspicious solid mixture of chopped grass roots and vegetable seeds.
This bowl of paste was much better than the military rations they usually ate when they marched.
If it was not good enough, it could serve as a qualified reward.
Meng Chao remembered that when they took down the first town in the Golden Clan's territory, the reward they received was five deep-fried mandala fruits dipped in fragrant sour cream and a piece of steak the size of a palm.
When they took down the second town, there was no steak left.
When they took down the third town, even the number of deep-fried mandala fruits dropped from five to three, and the sour cream was only a pitiful small spoon per person.
This time, the priests danced even more crazily, and the military officers smiled even more brilliantly. Everyone cheered for the glorious victory and looked forward to a better tomorrow. It was as if before long, they would be able to take down Pure Gold City in one go.
But the reward after a complete victory had turned into a bowl of watery soup.
This was enough to show that the future had not completely changed.
The Big Horn Army had not solved the most fatal problem.
That was food.
To put it more bluntly, the Big Horn Army had not obtained any true victory.
The towns they took down in the southern territory of the Golden Clan were all vacated by the Golden Clan on their own.
Before they left, the warriors of the Golden Clan had practically emptied every temple, armory, and granary in the city.
Since they did not have enough manpower, the mandala fruits that could not be moved were burned to a crisp.
Even if there were one or two towns, the rat people in the cities worked together and seized control of the granaries first.
The mandala fruits from a few granaries were just a drop in the bucket for the huge army that had millions of people waiting to be fed.
Because of that, the Big Horn Army gradually found itself in an awkward and even dangerous situation due to its series of "victories".
Even though they had "taken down" a lot of territory, they did not manage to get enough food.
Yet there were still countless rat people in Turanze who had heard of the "illustrious reputation" of the Big Horn Army. Under the intentional or unintentional connivance of their respective masters, they came from all directions.
Since the Big Horn Rat God claimed to save all the rat people.
He could not tolerate even one of the rat people starving to death under the command of the Big Horn Army.
The swarming rat people might not be able to increase the combat power of the Big Horn Army by much.
However, it made the already limited consumption of military rations even worse.
On the other hand, when the number of rats reached millions or even millions, the Big Horn Army, as a rebel army, completely lost its advantage of flexibility.
This was not like commanding hundreds of hundred-man teams to break out of the Collapsed Space Plains.
Even on modern Earth, which had the support of a strong logistics industry, as well as perfect wireless communication and over-the-horizon strike systems.
Countries that had the ability to form and command an army of a million were few and far between.
Looking at Earth's millennia of ancient war history, the ancient generals who could command an army of a million could be counted on one hand.
Obviously, the Big Horn Army did not have such a talented commander.
The rat people were full of passion and desire to kill, but lacked the basic qualities of obedience. They could not be considered excellent, or even real warriors.
The crowd of rat people, who were singing and dancing for dozens of miles, seemed like a tiger that could devour ten thousand miles at first glance.
But to any commander with the slightest bit of common sense, they were a huge problem.
In short, the current Big Horn Army was like a dinosaur that had expanded ten times its size in the short span of ten days to half a month.
Its barren brain and thin bones, which were disproportionate to its body size, could not withstand the ever-increasing flesh and blood.
On the surface, it seemed that this dinosaur occupied a very large area.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that the majestic dinosaur had been crushed by its own weight and was lying on the ground, panting!
They wanted to get this dinosaur to stand up again.
They could only feed it more food.
In front of the Big Horn Army, all the Mandala Fruits in the Golden Territory had long since been harvested and stored in the heavily guarded and impregnable city.
If they wanted to conquer the glorious city that had existed thousands of years ago and that even the Land of Holy Light's iron-blooded army could not conquer during the era of the Major Extermination Order …
The Big Horn Army had to gather all its soldiers and bring out their advantage in numbers, hoping that quantity could lead to a qualitative change.
However, if they mobilized all the rat people and gathered them in one place, it would increase their daily calorie consumption by a large margin. It would bring unbearable pressure to the logistics supply line.
Besides, gathering all their soldiers meant that they were betting everything on one throw.
If they could not conquer the city and waited until they ran out of food and ammunition, there was no need for them to wait for the vicious wolves in the city to charge out.
Perhaps the hungry rat people themselves would end up killing each other and devouring each other.
Then, could the Big Horn Army, which was betting everything on one throw, win against the real elite battalions of the clans, which were all totemic warriors?
In the memories from his previous life, Meng Chao had seen the real elite battalions of the clans. He knew just how violent they were, so he did not think so.
At the end of the day, the impulsive rat people had never fought against the real elite battalions of the clans.
In Black Horn City, they just took advantage of the biogas chain explosions.
The clan warriors who rushed into the Black Horn City focused more of their attention on the treasures of the Divine Temple than on the Rat Folk.
They did not fight many tough battles while they broke out of the encirclement. The so-called pursuers did not want to waste their precious time, energy, and war resources on them. Instead, they wanted them to run to the Golden Clan's territory and cause even more trouble.
When they arrived at the Golden Clan's territory, they faced enemy camps that were practically empty. The people guarding them were old, weak, and disabled people with white hair, missing teeth, and missing arms and legs.
If the rat people had been blinded by the so-called "victory" of harvesting the old, weak, sick, and disabled, and had the misconception that the clans were just so-so …
Meng Chao was certain that they were already very close to their fated destruction.
Speaking of which …
Even if all the rat people were very clear-headed.
They maintained the highest level of vigilance against the enemies in front of them.
The commander of the Big Horn Army was also a famous general who knew how to strategize.
Without external forces interfering, no one could solve the fatal problem facing the Big Horn Army.
At that moment, the cheering sea of victory in front of Meng Chao was bound to turn into a burning, bloody hell in the near future!
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