Meng Chao noticed that such people usually had one thing in common.
They were the same as Leaf. They had not lost their most basic emotions and turned into pure killing machines.
At the very least, they still knew how to hate.
They hated the warriors who destroyed their homes.
It might sound unbelievable, but based on Meng Chao's observations, not all the rat people hated the murderers who destroyed their homes and killed their families.
After a long and arduous journey, passing through one Gate of Hell after another, far away from their destroyed home, starving for several days and nights, and receiving a little bit of food from their masters, and believing in the nonsense that "the ancestors are watching over you, and you are fighting for the supreme glory", the Dark Dragon King's heart sank.
Many of the red-eyed rat people forgot who the real murderers who destroyed their lives and everything they had were.
They no longer hated the murderers.
They only wanted to join the clan and become the new murderers.
This was not a mentality unique to the Turanians.
It was the same for Earthlings.
In Earth's history, there were countless armies who used similar methods to destroy the homes of civilians, seize their crops, kill their families, and force the desperate civilians to follow them.
This was known as "coercion".
There were plenty of times when an army of five thousand people would burn, kill, loot, and kidnap civilians. Soon, it would grow into an army of hundreds of thousands of people.
In such an army, people were no longer people, but beasts through and through.
All the victims would forget about their hatred and become new perpetrators. They only wanted to increase the pain they had to endure by ten times before they turned to new victims.
It was for the simplest goal.
To live.
They would do anything even if they could only live for one more second.
Meng Chao did not want to spread Dragon City's technology and martial arts to such an army.
Even though talking about morality and humanity before the apocalypse was a very extravagant thing.
But even if he looked at it from the perspective of ice-cold benefits, this sort of army that continuously coerced, expanded, and was supported purely by the desire to kill was the weakest army.
When things were going smoothly, they bared their fangs and attacked aggressively. They swept away everything in their path, and they were arrogant enough to make enemies everywhere.
When both sides were in a stalemate or showed signs of defeat, they would immediately crumble and disappear.
This was something that was proven in Earth's history and the Other World's future.
And an army formed by "people" who had normal emotions and knew who they should love and hate might not seem as monstrous and terrifying as the former, but they were much more tenacious than killing machines. They would not give up no matter how hard they tried and create even greater miracles.
This was what Meng Chao needed.
He needed the Turan civilization to have emotions and humanity aside from bravery and madness. That way, they would become more tenacious and able to fend off the attacks from the Land Forever Illuminated by the Holy Light and serve as the perfect defense line for Dragon City.
Of course, this did not count as lying to the Hailstorm.
Because these Rat People, who had emotions and humanity, were the most suitable servant soldiers for the Hailstorm.
The Snow Leopard female warrior was deeply doubtful.
Although she accepted the fact that Spider was an experienced and skillful privateer, she was still a little surprised.
But when she saw Spider's wrinkled face and the crooked appearance of the thieves beside him, she racked her brains but still couldn't figure out how to lead this group of people to defeat the enemy.
"Can such a team of servant soldiers really display a strong attack power?"
The Ice Storm frowned. "You suggested that I not even pick the second person to finish the 'Path of Glory' after Leaf in the recruit training camp, the one with the bloodline of the Barbarian Elephant Clan, and the one with infinite strength.
"How much attack power can these people in front of us display?"
"Um, their attack power might not be high. At the very least, within a short five days, I don't have the ability to turn stone into gold. It's impossible for me to make them become like Leaf, who has extraordinary talent. It's impossible for them to be reborn and improve by leaps and bounds," Meng Chao said.
"But when they're in the arena, their mission isn't to deal damage, but to 'exist'. They just need to display their strengths and do their best to survive until the last moment!"
"What?"
This was a brand new theory that the ace gladiator had never heard before. The Ice Storm widened his eyes and said, "They don't need to deal damage. They just need to survive. Then, who's in charge of dealing damage?"
"Of course it's you, Mister Ice Storm!"
Meng Chao said matter-of-factly. "Aren't you the ace with the best offense in the entire Blood Skull Arena? Your Mithril Shredder is a weapon that has tasted the blood of countless gladiators, isn't it? You have such a weapon, but you don't use it. Instead, you have these weak servant soldiers swing their thin arms and legs. Isn't that a joke? "
The Ice Storm frowned deeply. "That's why I went through a lot of trouble to choose thirty servant soldiers and used a lot of food and medicine to make you fat and strong. Did you do that so that you could hide by the side and watch while I went on a rampage and cheer for me?"
"You misunderstood me, Mister Ice Storm."
Meng Chao smiled faintly and pretended that he did not see the crystalline fur on the back of the Snow Leopard Female Warrior's neck standing up in anger. He said calmly, "Servant soldiers aren't the main damage dealers, but that doesn't mean that they don't need to do anything.
"It's just like the edge of a saber. It doesn't mean that the back of the saber, the handle, and the sheath are all useless. It doesn't mean that the edge of the saber can still carry out the most powerful power on its own without them!"
The Ice Storm sank into deep thought.
"If a clan warrior with a totemic armor has a combat ability of at least 100, then the ratfolk servant soldiers who haven't been sharpened on the real battlefield are at best trash with a combat ability of only 5. Even if these trash attack at the same time, what's the use?"
Meng Chao struck while the iron was hot. "But winning or losing isn't the only thing that decides the outcome of a battle!
"As long as we can place these trash in suitable positions and make the best use of them, even if their combat power is only 5, they can still bring out amazing effects.
"In simple terms, the servant soldiers can help the commander compress the terrain on the battlefield and shape the space into the most suitable form for the commander to use his totem techniques.
"The servant soldiers can also harass the enemy commander and create a fleeting opportunity for the commander on our side.
"When the commander on our side has just delivered a powerful attack that uses up a lot of energy and is in urgent need of a cooldown period, the well-trained servant soldiers can charge forward without regard for their own safety and help their commander buy a few breaths for the blink of an eye.
"In any case, good servant soldiers can make the commander on our side fight more comfortably, more easily, and more efficiently. They can also allow the commander on our side to deliver the greatest damage and help him control the rhythm of the battlefield.
"This is the true use of servant soldiers!"
The Ice Storm was stunned when she heard this.
She was also shocked by the great confidence in Meng Chao's words.
She had never thought that a rat person could release such aggressive confidence. In fact, he could even make her, the ace of Blood Skull Coliseum, instinctively lower her head.
Meng Chao had reason to be confident.
Because what he said just now was the crystallization of wisdom the pioneers of Dragon City created after fighting, thinking, summarizing, and continuously coming up with new ideas after half a century.
When some of the humans awakened to supernatural abilities and became peerless superhumans who were the ultimate humanoid weapons, the theory that the future war would belong to the superhumans and normal soldiers would eventually be forced out of the stage of history spread like wildfire.
But people soon realized that no matter how strong the superhumans were, normal soldiers could still find plenty of places to use their abilities. In the next one thousand years, they would continue to play an important role in the battlefield that would decide the survival of their civilization.
It was just like how when tanks, airplanes, cannons, armed drones, and even nuclear weapons were developed one after another, there were people saying that light infantry had already fallen behind and would definitely be eliminated from the battlefield.
In fact, there were quite a number of radical and stupid military experts who believed that they could completely conquer a country with indiscriminate bombing. There was no need for them to send ground troops and fight street battles.
However, when the Third World War broke out in the twenty-second century before Dragon City transmigrated, ground troops, especially light infantry, were still one of the most important parts of any army equipped with the most advanced high-tech weapons.
In front of main battle tanks equipped with reactive armor and smart cannons, the firepower of light infantry was infinitely close to zero.
But through peerless and ingenious teamwork between infantry and tanks, the light infantry, who had always been the main damage output over the past thousands of years, could expand the vision of the main battle tanks and protect the flanks of the main battle tanks. They could discover and get rid of the enemy's anti-tank weapons, and through controlling drones and other methods, they could maximize the damage output of the main battle tanks.
Superhumans were the main battle tanks of the new era.
As for the normal infantry of the new era, as long as they could surround the superhumans and find suitable positions in the tactical system, they would never be out of date!
The Ice Storm was a little convinced.
But her pride as a warrior could not make her completely accept a rat person's suggestion.
Her instinctive lowering of her head just now made her a little angry out of humiliation.
"I've never seen any warrior from any clan command their servant soldiers like this," she said coldly.
"It's precisely because of this that as long as you command your servant soldiers like this, you will definitely catch them off guard and achieve amazing results."
Meng Chao gradually understood the Ice Storm's temper, so he continued, "I've listened to other people talk about your previous three group battles, and I noticed that there's no problem with your fighting strength. It's not an exaggeration to say that with your Mithril Lacerators, you can tear apart the enemy's general and his servant soldiers.
"But every time, the arbiters will regrettably judge you as the loser because your servant soldiers are all killed or crumble.
"Think about it. In the second half of the battle, if you still have a 'reserve team' of thirty to fifty servant soldiers behind you, which judge would be able to determine that you are the loser under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators?
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