High-level Beastmen had many flaws.
But that didn't include refusing to admit it.
A loss was a loss, and a win was a win.
Although the pride of being an ace made it hard for the Snow Leopard female warrior to accept the fact that they had lost all three battles,
But Meng Chao's blunt words did not make her angry.
However, he became more and more curious. "Do you know how to train these slave soldiers to use these … tactics that you mentioned?"
"Of course."
Meng Chao smiled.
When it came to commanding thousands of troops, coordinating the various arms of the mechanized army, or coordinating the attacks of the sea, land, air, and space, he knew nothing about it.
But there were around one hundred soldiers, and they had platoon-level tactical cooperation. He had heard his father, who had retired from the Red Dragon Army, boast about it since he was young, and he had heard so much that his ears were practically dripping oil.
Besides, the Ghost Tribe in his previous life and the Special Search Group 9 of the abnormal beast research department in his current life were formed by dozens of special fighters. They formed a fighting unit and carried out all sorts of difficult missions.
The Ghost Tribe, which specialized in infiltrating the civilizations of the Other World and was in charge of assassinations, eavesdropping, theft, fire prevention, explosions, and causing riots, was the sharpest poison.
Then, the goal of the organization was to dig out the monsters lurking in human society and stop the internal chaos in Dragon City. Group 9 of the research department was the sturdiest shield.
Meng Chao held a sword in his left hand and a shield in his right.
Also, through the Broken Star Club and Battle God Palace, he got to know a large number of grassroots commanders and young officers in the Red Dragon Army, including Railway Gun Long Feijun.
Between them, apart from sparring in martial arts, the only thing that could make their faces red with anger was the tactical drills of the special forces.
Even if Meng Chao had never eaten pork before, he had seen a lot of pigs run.
Perhaps this was nothing in Dragon City, but in Turanze, where tactics were relatively monotonous and the concept of working together with tanks and infantry was practically non-existent, Meng Chao was definitely a master tactician!
"Tell me about it."
Hailstorm's interest grew stronger and stronger.
Normally, if a rat person dared to be so confident in front of the clan warriors, he was either crazy or had some real ability.
The ice storm believed that Meng Chao was both.
"Just now, I told you how I trained the servant soldiers in the past. In fact, all the gladiators in the Bloody Skull Arena, no, all the warriors of the human clans in Turanze, trained the servant soldiers in the same way. Unless the servant soldiers could prove their capabilities in a Battle of Glory, there was really no need to invest too many resources and efforts on the servant soldiers.
Hailstorm stared at Meng Chao and said, "But since you're so confident, I'll give you a chance. Tell me, in the next five days, how will you train these slave soldiers to turn them into real warriors?"
"In five days, I'm afraid I can't turn any of the servant soldiers except Leaf into real warriors."
Meng Chao changed the topic. "Fortunately, our opponents aren't well-trained soldiers. At most, they have some servant soldiers who have fought one or two more group battles than us.
"Five days is more than enough to deal with these small fries.
"First of all, I suggest Lord Ice Storm to reduce the training time and quantity of the servant soldiers by half."
"What?"
Hailstorm suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. "Halving, not doubling?"
"That's right. Halving," Meng Chao explained.
"The longer you train, the better it will be. The more you train, the better it will be. Even the Turanians have a limit to their physical bodies. If you train madly without caring about your body's condition, you'll quickly be drained of energy. Before you can defeat your enemy, you'll burn through your own life.
"Before we were captured and brought to the Blood Skull Arena, we had been through a long journey and all kinds of torture. Many of us were tired and hungry. Some of us were covered in wounds. We were like bowstrings that had been tightened to the limits. If we exerted more pressure on them, our nerves would only break.
"Nerves?"
Hailstorm stared at Meng Chao. "I'm surprised to hear this term from a rat citizen."
Meng Chao shrugged.
He did not mind. In fact, he intentionally revealed part of his mysterious identity so that Hailstorm would not dare to treat him as a normal rat citizen.
Of course, the civilization development index showed that the Turan civilization, which was still in the era of clans, also had the term "nerves". They even had a deep understanding of the human body's neural network and cell structure. This was something that greatly exceeded Meng Chao's expectations.
But this was not the main point right now. Meng Chao continued, "Trust me, Lord Ice Storm. If we just squeeze out the maximum strength of the servant soldiers, we will only crush their emotions and willpower. We will turn them into killing machines that have no sense of self. They will even treat death as the greatest release.
"Yes, perhaps on the battlefield, these killing machines will not hesitate to pounce on death.
"But it's useless to just be unafraid of death. Death is not victory. Only those who survive to the end will win, right?"
Hailstorm's gaze quickly swept over the wounds of the crooked servant soldiers.
She nodded with a thoughtful expression. "Go on."
"Second, I think that we should focus on speed and agility training. After all, Lord Ice Storm, you relied on speed and agility to get the title of ace. If your servant soldiers can't keep up with your rhythm, not only will they not be able to cooperate with your offense, they will also be a burden," Meng Chao said.
"This is the reason why I chose the servant soldiers. They are relatively thin and small. I didn't choose those burly men or that guy with the bloodline of the Savage Elephants, who is like a wall."
Hailstorm thought back to his previous few team battles.
In the previous fights, she chose a lot of burly men with well-developed limbs.
But it was just as Meng Chao said.
When the two clan warriors had activated their totemic armors, the two clans' warriors could not help but tremble.
Regardless of whether they were strong or thin, the rat citizen servant soldiers could not withstand a single strike from a totem warrior.
If the strong ones ran slowly, there was a high possibility that they would become a burden to the commander.
On the contrary, Smarty, who was thin and nimble, could often live a little longer!
"Anything else?" Hailstorm continued to ask.
"Also, the training time and amount of training can be reduced by half, but I hope that Lord Ice Storm can spend more time training with your servant soldiers, and during training, they must activate their totem armor and release the strongest murderous aura," Meng Chao said seriously.
"This is to train the servant soldiers' adaptability and ability to resist pressure. Based on my observation, when two totem warriors fight fiercely, they may not have the time to deal with the other party's servant soldiers, but the servant soldiers still break down easily. This is the reason why they can't withstand the powerful presence of totem warriors.
"If Lord Ice Storm can summon the totem armor every day and let the servant soldiers train in the extremely cold murderous aura, they will slowly get used to it, and when they go to the arena or the real battlefield, they won't panic and break down easily."
This suggestion contained Meng Chao's selfishness.
If the Ice Storm accepted his suggestion, he would have the opportunity to carefully study the so-called "Totem Armor" and find out what it was all about.
But there was nothing wrong with the suggestion itself.
Even the Red Dragon Army had a training method that made recruits lie down on their backs and watch as heavy tanks and construction vehicles drove toward them. Then, two tracks covered in monster flesh and bones rolled over their bodies.
Aside from actual combat, this was the best way to make a recruit mature faster.
Hailstorm nodded.
Once again, she had to admit that Meng Chao's words made sense.
In truth, this sort of training method was not something that was difficult to understand.
But in the past, no clan warrior was willing to waste so much energy on mere rat people.
After all, they had as many cannon fodder as they needed. It was enough for them to form a battle formation and charge at the enemy like a swarm of bees under the pressure of the clan warriors.
If even the servant soldiers could be trained to become elites, then why would they need professional warriors?
But Hailstorm had other thoughts.
The image of Casava Bloodhoof's aggressive gaze appeared in her mind again.
The competition between the five races was about to begin.
In the entirety of Turanze, the Gold Clan, ranked number one in terms of military strength, and the Bloodhoof Clan, ranked number two, would definitely have an earth-shattering clash for the throne of the "War Chief".
If he, who had betrayed the Golden Clan, did not go through the Blood Bestowal Ceremony and officially join the Bloody Hoof Clan, no one would believe him, nor would they give him enough soldiers, resources, and freedom.
However, he had an unspeakable reason for not carrying out the Blood Bestowment Ceremony.
"Casava is starting to suspect me."
Hailstorm said to himself, "Before I turn against you, the more soldiers I can control, the stronger the better!"
Every time he summoned the Totem Armor, the consumption of Datura Fruit and Totem Beast's flesh would double.
Maintaining the totem armor for a long period of time would consume an astronomical amount of resources.
But Hailstorm still decided to agree to Meng Chao's suggestion.
This was another thing that made her feel very … angry but powerless.
She felt that she, the ace of the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena, had been led by the nose by this black-haired, black-eyed rat!
Although this guy who called himself the "Reaper" was most likely not a proper rat.
No matter what, she was still very displeased.
"Anything else?"
She could not help but agree to Meng Chao's suggestion, but she frowned even more. The female Snow Leopard Warrior said coldly, "If I do all three, can you guarantee my victory?"
"Also, I will personally help the twenty-nine servant soldiers, including Leaf, adjust their strength, massage their tendons, clear their blood vessels, and teach them a few basic but refined killing techniques that can be learned quickly," Meng Chao said faintly.
"But the effects will depend on the quantity and quality of the food and medicine.
"It won't just be the servant soldiers' food and medicine, but also how much of my share will be and how good it will be.
"After all, I have yet to recover from my injuries, and I can't bring out all my strength. Adjusting my strength, massaging my tendons, clearing my blood vessels, and teaching them techniques will all use up a lot of my strength. What do you think, Lady Hailstorm?"
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