Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1107: The Prelude to the Slaughter

Chapter 1107: The Prelude to the Slaughter

The rat people, who had originally been in a desperate situation, were all roused by this mysterious sound to use their last strength.

They used their hands and feet, rolling and crawling as they advanced in the gra.s.s.

The sound continued to appear.

This time, however, it was as if it had appeared in front of them, close at hand.

It attracted them to continue to take fatigued steps, stretching out their fingernails that were peeling off and bleeding profusely, pouncing toward an unknown hope.

When every drop of energy in every muscle fiber was drained, and even the cartilage in their joints had been worn away, they collapsed into the gra.s.s as if they had fallen apart, the voice then said in satisfaction, "Very good. You can rest here. When the dawn comes, you will see Hope!"

Just like that, Meng Chao had gathered hundreds of stragglers near the team of old bearskin and the bonebone club through the precise control of sound waves and the simulation of different sources of sound.

When dawn arrived, the troops sent by old bearskin and Bonebone club would only need to search a few dozen meters in every direction to find the 'reinforcements'.

"Perhaps, the Rat G.o.d really blessed these lucky fellows and let them meet you."

Watching Meng Chao's every move, ice storm sighed with emotion from the bottom of her heart.

Although she did not care about the lives of the rat people herself, she did not care about the lives of the rat people.

However, a partner who did not have the heart to watch the rat subjects die was still more rea.s.suring than a ruthless guy who treated human lives like gra.s.s.

"I can't save all the rat subjects, but since I'm right in front of them, I can save them, but I have to save them."

Meng Chao said, "Besides, we still need the rat subjects to provide cover so that we can achieve the greatest results at the least cost

"Just now, I found some traces left by the pursuers trampling on the gra.s.s. Judging from their hoofprints, there were about thirty pursuers forming a hunting team to hunt down the escaping rat subjects."

"If the target is only twenty to thirty warriors of the clan,"ice storm said, "With the cover of the gra.s.s and the rat subjects, we do have a chance of winning.

"I'm afraid that the other party is not as smart as you think. They can a.n.a.lyze the pros and cons in an absolutely clear and calm situation.

"Don't forget that high-level beastmen are often controlled by anger and the desire to kill. They may even become the puppets of the totem armor.

"Moreover, the major clans of the Blood Hoof clan have already sworn an alliance in front of the Blood Hoof Temple. This alliance, witnessed by countless ancestral spirits, can still play a certain role.

"In the face of a great enemy, the Tauren and the wild boar people might hand over 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 and instead pursue and attack relentlessly until they die

"Don't worry. Of course, I've thought about it."

Meng Chao smiled and said calmly, "This is also the most important reason why we insist on fighting this battle."

"Oh?"

Icestorm raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because we want to send a very important message to the bigwigs of the Blood Hoof clan through this battle."

Meng Chao moved closer and whispered to icestorm, revealing all of his plans.

Dawn soon arrived.

However, the sky was still filled with haze.

The dark clouds that were pressing down on the gra.s.sland like a collapsing cliff showed no signs of dissipating.

The sunlight struggled in the depths of the dark clouds like a blood-red flood. However, no matter how much it raged, it could not find a breakthrough and could pour out.

It only dyed the dark clouds into pieces of strange-shaped blood jade, causing the entire world to be immersed in a faint red fog.

The fugitives woke up one after another.

Seeing the big horn rat G.o.d and the Big Horn Army in their dreams once again made them cry with joy and shock.

Everyone knelt on the ground and kissed the ground that had buried countless rat corpses and flowed with the blood of countless rats over the past tens of millions of years.

More shocking news kept coming in.

The team that was sent out to gather the stragglers did not go far before they met a large number of stragglers.

In fact, many of the stragglers had already crawled into their campsite last night. They could even hear each other's heartbeat and breathing through the gra.s.s that was three to five arms away.

There was no need to send out a large number of people. As long as they were summoned loudly, hundreds of stragglers would be gathered.

After asking, old bearskin, bone club, and the others finally learned about the experience of the stragglers.

Without a doubt, the voice that appeared in everyone's eyes, ears, and head during the darkest night was the revelation of the Rat G.o.d.

As expected, the Rat G.o.d was silently watching their every move!

It was precisely because they had made the decision to fight to the death with the pursuers that the Rat G.o.d blessed them and helped them gather hundreds of people in an instant!

The rat people, who had come to a sudden realization, no longer had the slightest fear or doubt about the b.l.o.o.d.y battle with the Centaur Warriors.

They immediately followed Meng Chao's suggestion and moved to the place with the most lush weeds nearby.

The soil here was rich in moisture, leaving a wet footprint with a single step.

Even without using any tools, they could create pits with their bare hands in a short period of time.

Most of the fugitives were used to doing heavy work such as smelting metals and forging weapons in black-corner city.

After two nights of rest, they had recovered a little bit of their strength.

Under the gaze of the Rat G.o.d, everybody worked together and dug two trenches around the camp. They also dug a lot of pits inside and outside the trenches and filled the pits with sharp swords, finally, between the trenches and the pits, they laid down a large amount of weeds, tied them up, and tied them up.

Of course, from the perspective of actual combat effects, these measures were not very meaningful.

The Centaur warriors were not the cavalry on the ancient battlefield on Earth.

They were created using super genetic technology, equipped with totem armor, and surging totem power. They were basically equivalent to carbon-based tanks and armored vehicles.

In Meng Chao's previous World War, when Dragon City and the Tulan Alliance army were in strategic deployment, the Centaur Warriors in totem armor and the main battle tanks in heavy armor were roughly equivalent in terms of combat effectiveness, they were roughly the same.

The main battle tanks could not be trapped by pits and trenches.

However, by digging pits and trenches, they could divert the attention of the fugitives, preventing them from letting their imagination run wild while waiting for the pursuers to arrive. The more they thought about it, the more panicked they became.

Moreover, this kind of earthwork was also a very effective psychological hint.

It could make the fugitives feel that "We have made so many preparations, we can at least play a role", right?

Sure enough, after two consecutive hours of earthwork, not only did the rat people not feel tired, but they also felt that "I have already offered my loyalty to the Rat G.o.d, the Rat G.o.d will definitely bless me". Their faces became calm, but they were also determined.

Meng Chao could not ask for more from these rabble.

He could only suggest to old bearskin and the round bone club that if they had to take the "Divine medicine"given by the Rat G.o.d, they should also take it at the moment when the pursuers started to charge.

This was because there would definitely be a problem with the duration of the similar medicine.

If they took it too early and let their blood burn furiously, they would not only alert the enemy and cause the pursuers to change their tactics, but they might also disrupt the order of their own side. After all, when the two sides were completely entangled.., before they fell into chaos, this temporarily a.s.sembled group of fugitives could not withstand the slightest bit of interference.

All the fugitives, including Old Bear Skin and the round bone club, believed that Meng Chao had proposed to fight to the death with the pursuers yesterday.

That was why the big-horned Rat G.o.d had once again appeared in their dreams.

He had also guided the stragglers to gather around them.

Some people even thought that Meng Chao was a "Psychic"-- someone who could listen to the Horned Rat G.o.d's guidance in a trance.

Naturally, they listened to Meng Chao.

And Meng Chao did not disappoint them.

His speculation had become a reality before noon.

"The Centaur Warriors are here!"

The tallest and most perceptive ratfolk who had been sent to the small mounds around the camp to scout for the enemy rolled and crawled into the camp.

They found about thirty to forty Centaur Warriors.

They were coming from the southeast with killing intent.

From the straight march route, they were not cruising or searching.

Instead, they were firmly locked onto their camp.

"Everyone, don't panic. This is just a trial arranged by the Rat G.o.d. Gather your courage and fight to your heart's content. Even if we die in a fierce battle, the Rat G.o.d will arrange a place for our heroic souls on the summit of the Sacred Mountain!"

The round bone club shouted excitedly.

At this moment, it showed the benefits of Meng Chao arranging for the fugitives to set up camp in the thickest part of the gra.s.sy area.

The fear of the infantrymen towards the cavalry, especially the heavy cavalry, was almost rooted in their genes and was engraved in the depths of their cells.

If they had set up a line of defense in the field where the gra.s.s was a little spa.r.s.e and the gra.s.s was a little low.

The sight of the fugitives might be higher than that of the gra.s.s. They might see the heavy cavalry wearing totem armor advancing, accelerating, and sprinting calmly.

There was no need to wait for the enemy's long spears and heavy hammers to smash into their chests.

Their fighting will, which was forcibly supported by their fanatical faith, would be crushed to pieces by the enemy's imposing manner.

But in the depths of such dense gra.s.s.

The sight of all the fugitives was completely blocked.

They could not see how terrifying the heavy cavalry was when they came crus.h.i.+ng down on them.

Even the shock of their iron hooves trampling on the ground, which shattered everything, was absorbed by more than half of the moist soil, only causing the gra.s.s tips to tremble slightly.

The fugitives were ignorant and fearless.

They could only believe every word Meng Chao and the round bone club said, believe in the Big Horn Rat G.o.d who had descended in the dream, and believe in their desire to live.

Behind the two trenches, old bearskin gave the order.

The fugitives all curled up and hugged their heads tightly, shrinking their bodies to their limits.

The Centaur warriors were the Bloodhoof clan. No, they were the best archers in the entire Tu Lan Ze.

Before launching an attack, they would always use an impenetrable rain of arrows as a prelude to the slaughter.