"I still don't understand."
It wasn't that Ice Storm didn't agree with Meng Chao's analysis. She just couldn't understand it. "The commander of the Big Horn Army seems to be a smart person. How could he not understand what you're saying?
"Then, why did he watch the army that he had built up with such painstaking efforts walk to its own doom and destruction?"
Indeed, he could incite tens of thousands of rat people to rise up in Black Horn City and the other four main cities of the five clans.
They were also able to build up a team from scratch in between the Blood Hoof Clan and the Gold Clan, and they dared to challenge their former master.
He also had a lot of technology from the ancient Turan people and the secrets of the temple.
The person behind the Big Horn Army was definitely not someone who was all brawn and no brains.
What benefits did such a suicidal strategy bring him?
"Of course there are benefits."
Meng Chao leisurely sipped the Mandala paste, which was not thick, while he patiently analyzed the situation to Ice Storm. "Did you notice that we went through a total of four siege battles? After each battle, the rat people who were really brave, who didn't die after taking the 'miracle medicine', who didn't suffer from too strong side effects, and who were really skilled in fighting have all disappeared?"
Ice Storm was slightly stunned.
The mobility of the Big Horn Army was really high.
Basically, there was an endless stream of volunteer soldiers from all over Turanze every day to replenish their ranks.
Then, they would constantly fall behind while marching in confusion. Some of them would even break up and regroup.
And when they relied on numbers to carry out a siege battle, the consumption was so high that it made one's hair stand on end.
So, the "comrades" beside them were constantly changing, and there were very few familiar faces.
Ice Storm didn't pay attention to the details Meng Chao mentioned.
But Meng Chao spoke with certainty. "I've observed it. In all four siege battles, it was the same. The rat people who performed really well and had a high tolerance for the 'miracle medicine' were usually taken away by the rat god priests after they won.
"And in the next siege battle, especially before we take down the city tower, they will definitely not appear in the bloody trenches.
"It's like … harvesting chives. Through bloody and arduous battles, the best of the ten million rat people will be chosen."
There were no chives in Turanze.
Hailstorm was slightly stunned.
It was only when Meng Chao used the term "young leaves on a Mandala's branch" that she came to a realization.
"You're saying that the series of battles we've been through in the past half a month is how the Bighorn Army selects its elite soldiers?" she mumbled.
"That's right. Hasn't the Great Horn Army been using this method to select elite soldiers since the Collapsed Space Prairie?"
Meng Chao smiled coldly. "As the saying goes, quality is more important than quantity. Regardless of whether it's the Great Horn Army or the five great races, they don't need so many cannon fodder that will waste their food." If we can fight in a bloody and brutal battlefield, we can eliminate ninety percent of the rat people who don't meet the requirements, and only a tenth of them will be elites who have fought in hundreds of battles.
"On one hand, it will significantly reduce the food consumption of the Great Horn Legion, and on the other hand, it will improve their mobility and invisibility. It will be easier to command them. Isn't it much better than commanding so many mobs who only know how to waste food?"
"So …"
Hailstorm thought about it and repeated Meng Chao's guess. "The people hiding behind the Great Horn Army have never thought about conquering so many cities. Their goal in conquering cities is to use the survival of the fittest method to select the truly powerful among the rat people?"
"That's right. I even suspect that the Great Horn Army didn't exist in the beginning. Or rather, the size of the Great Horn Army at that time was not as exaggerated as the envoys, officers, and priests made it out to be. Forget an army of one million, it didn't even have hundreds of thousands of people. At most, it had tens of thousands of people. Otherwise, it would have surpassed the limits of the underground ecosystem we saw in the depths of the rift valley," Meng Chao said.
"In the beginning, the Rat God's envoys only used the tiger's skin as a banner to incite the rat people.
"However, when the fury of resistance was ignited in the millions of rats, they gathered together without caring about anything, and after being tempered in the cruel war, when the guys who crawled back from the edge of hell gradually distinguished themselves, the so-called Great Horn Legion, the most elite armed force under the command of the Rat God, was truly worthy of its name!
Hailstorm was silent for a long time.
"It's not that I don't believe that the mastermind hiding behind the scenes would not use such a ruthless method to build an elite army of rat people."
The Hailstorm frowned slightly and said cautiously, "I just don't understand. Even if the enemy's strategic goal is achieved, and he really obtained an elite army of rat people who crawled back from the edge of hell, filled with rage and hatred, what can he do?
"Is the elite army of the rats strong enough to compete with the Gold Clan or the Bloody Hoof Clan, which are all made of totemic warriors?"
"Of course not."
Meng Chao shook his head and said, "Even if the elites of the Great Horn Army have been refined to become fiercer, stronger, and fearless of death, even if their numbers are ten times that of the totemic warriors in the human army, they still have no hope of winning."
It could not be helped.
The Other World with spirit energy was a world where the size of one's fist determined the right to speak.
If the weak relied on numbers, they could easily crush the strong.
The history and future of the Other World would not be so exciting and unpredictable.
"So, just what is the person who created the Great Horned Rat God and the Great Horn Army thinking?"
Hailstorm found it harder and harder to guess what the mastermind was thinking. "He poured so much effort and resources into building an army of rat people that has never appeared in the history of Turanze, and then personally sent them to the execution platform?"
"You're wrong about that."
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes. "Of course, the Great Horn Army is definitely not the opponent of the Golden Clan's massive army. Once the totemic warriors become serious, the rat people will definitely be slaughtered until they abandon their armor and fall apart.
"However, falling apart is one thing, and being annihilated is another.
"Besides, annihilation usually doesn't mean that the entire army is slaughtered. It means that the organization is destroyed, the commander is killed, and the soldiers completely lose their will to fight. They flee or surrender in batches.
"Since ancient times, in countless' wars of annihilation ', only 20 to 30 percent of the soldiers were truly slaughtered. Most of the soldiers were captured by the victors.
"And as long as there is no deep-rooted hatred between the two sides, and the victor's food supply isn't too tight, it's impossible for them to trap and kill all the captives. Especially when the captives this time are the best of the best, selected from the countless rat people who have been tempered and tempered.
"Whether they are cannon fodder or slave laborers, they are the best materials. The Gold Clan's army that has crushed and captured them will be greatly strengthened. What do you think?"
The ice storm suddenly cleared up.
Meng Chao's analysis opened up a brand new train of thought in her head.
That's right. On the surface, the Golden Clan seemed to be the biggest victim of the Great Horn Riot.
After all, under the strategy of the Bloody Feet Clan and the other three clans, the infuriated, disobedient rats from all over the world had all been driven to the territory of the Gold Clan. The south of the territory had been turned upside down and turned into a mess.
However, after thinking about it carefully, other than temporarily losing a few cities and humiliating the Golden Clan's glory, the Golden Clan didn't have any other benefits.
The Golden Clan did not suffer any major losses.
In the previous Glory Era, they had entered and exited the Land of Holy Light seven times. They killed so many people that even the night watchers and magicians were terrified. Even the most hot-tempered dwarves would have their beards tremble when they heard their names. But now, they were completely unharmed.
Next, if this group of wolves, tigers, and leopards, who had rested their strength, attacked the Great Horn Army like tigers that could wipe out an entire army …
The Great Horn Army, which had run out of ammunition and food, was bloated, lacked basic qualities, and lacked effective leadership, it was highly likely that it would collapse in an instant.
At that time, if the outstanding members of the defeated army were unwilling to die of hunger, there would only be one way for them to survive.
And that was to surrender to the Golden Clan!
"So …
"The Great Horn Rat God and the Great Horn Army are the Golden Clan's handiwork!"
The ice storm came to a realization.
When he was in Black Horn City, Casava Bloody Feet and the elders in the family had used this excuse to explain the existence of the rat god's messengers.
Even though they had made up the excuse.
But it was precisely because this excuse had a certain degree of rationality that it was convincing.
If Casava Bloody Feet had hit the mark by a fluke …
Then everything would make sense.
Why were the rat people able to organize a large number of people to sneak into the underground of Black Horn City without anyone noticing and carry out large-scale earthwork and high-precision blasting operations?
Why was it that they seemed to know the temple in Black Corner City like the back of their hands? They seemed to know how to deactivate the mechanisms in the temple and steal the ultimate treasures in the temple? It had to be known that many of the ancient weapons and armor fragments that had thousands of years of history had their spirit energy magnetic fields incredibly unstable because the totems on their surfaces were shattered.
If they were not smeared with secret medicines and sealed with secret techniques, the moment they touched the air, they would release violent spiritual energy that was enough to burn anyone who came into contact with it to ashes.
Why were the small group of soldiers of the Great Horn Army, including the round bone club and the old bearskin, so well-trained that they were not inferior to the elites of the five clans?
Why was the secret camp of the Great Horn Army always in the crack between the Bloody Feet Clan's territory and the Golden Clan's territory never discovered?
"The rise of the Great Horn Army is supported by the Golden Clan!"
The ice storm blurted out. "To be more precise, the Great Horn Army is a tool created by the Golden Clan, a tool specifically used to harvest the elite rat people warriors in the territories of the other four clans!"
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