Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1184 - Camp Whistle

Chapter 1184 - Camp Whistle

Further away, several pillars of fire soared into the sky like raging red dragons.

Under the might of the red dragons, all the soldiers of the Great Horn Army were screaming hysterically, running around like headless flies. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they lost control of their minds as they drew out their blood-stained weapons. They slashed viciously at their comrades, who had gone through life and death with them during the day.

Their screams turned into torrents that surged into Meng Chao's ears faster than the chaotic momentum, making his face as ugly as the witch doctors'.

"Ying Xiao!"

Meng Chao's scalp and palm turned numb.

Ying Xiao was a situation that no commander of the battlefield in the Middle Ages would want to encounter.

The cold-weapon army in the Middle Ages did not have scientific and effective management methods. They relied on whipping, torture, and even the threat of death to exercise high-pressure rule.

In the process of marching and fighting, the mental pressure that the soldiers endured was something that modern people could not imagine.

It could be said that no matter how simple and kind the people were, after experiencing the suffering of several middle age wars and crawling through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, even if they were lucky enough not to die, they would become demons in human skin.

Regardless of whether it was justice to rise up, this trend of turning humans into demons was irreversible.

The thousands of soldiers who were highly nervous and used to seeing corpses strewn all over the place gradually stopped taking human lives and even their own lives seriously.

It was like putting a powder keg on dry straw and then exposing it under the hot sun.

An explosion was inevitable.

It was only a matter of time.

Perhaps, it was just a fight between two soldiers who had a mental breakdown.

Perhaps, it was an unruly soldier who was dissatisfied with the officer who had severely punished him.

In fact, it was just a soldier who cried out 'enemy attack'in his nightmare.

In short, a tiny spark could ignite the entire volcano that was about to erupt. The entire Legion that looked like a tiger that was about to swallow a thousand miles was instantly thrown into turmoil, chaos, and even collapse, the attacks of hundreds of thousands or even millions of troops were all destroyed.

It was just like the records in ancient military books. Hundreds of warriors would often attack the enemy's 100 thousand troops at night, causing them to completely collapse.

In truth, if the 100 thousand troops were strong-willed and had strict laws, even if they stretched their necks and let hundreds of night raiders attack, how many heads would they be able to chop off?

Most of the dead and injured were just victims of panic and killing each other.

Of course, if the commander was a famous general that shook the world.

The soldiers were all well-trained elite soldiers.

They had an ample supply of grain and weapons, and even the lowest level soldiers would be rewarded every now and then.

Furthermore, the battle situation was beneficial to them. As long as they gritted their teeth, the enemy would be able to take them down in one go.

This would reduce the chances of the camp roaring or exploding to the minimum.

However, the Great Horn Legion did not have any of these conditions.

This was just a small rebel army.

However, it was filled with anger compared to a motley crew.

Even if the ancient Dream Saintess had once selected warriors with a certain command ability to train in secret in the underground base.

However, they lacked heritage and actual combat experience. The so-called secret training could only be done behind closed doors and on paper.

Even if the Great Horn Legion had advanced crazily in the past few months and won one victory after another.

However, the vast majority of the victories were won by the five great clans who were scheming against each other and giving way to the Rat People's Liberation Army.

Even if the generals of the Great Horn Legion were able to acc.u.mulate a certain amount of combat experience from the successive b.l.o.o.d.y battles.

However, they were still lacking in battle experience and could not deal with such a sudden disaster like the 'Battalion Whistle'.

There was no need to mention the soldiers themselves.

More than 90% of the soldiers of the great horn army came from slaves, miners, handymen, villagers, and private hunters in the mountains.

Even if there were a few slave soldiers who had received military training, they would at most partic.i.p.ate in a battle of a hundred or so people. They had never experienced a battle where hundreds of thousands of people, or even millions of people, crowded together.

These rat people warriors, who were filled with anger, often had more enthusiasm than calmness. They were even blinded by a series of victories and only wanted to win quickly or die quickly.

However, they lacked the courage to deal with the enemy for a long time. Even in the most difficult environment, they had to persevere silently like Mars in the weeds.

The long-term failure of the Hundred Blade City had already made them extremely depressed.

The news that their military rations had been used up came from G.o.d knows where. It was more like an invisible noose around their necks. It was tightening inch by inch, suffocating them.

Under the relentless a.s.sault of the cruel war, the fire of faith that they had ignited for months had long been covered in a layer of haze.

The victory that was out of their reach was shaking like a candle in the wind.

If at such a delicate moment...

The rat militia who had surrendered to the Great Horn Legion in the name of 'turning over a new leaf and abandoning the dark to the light'were mixed with the 'house rats'that the Wolf clan had been raising for thousands of years.

The 'House rats'took advantage of the dead of night to Howl and say, 'The heavy armored legions of the Lion and tiger clans have arrived', 'our military rations have been completely eaten up'.., "The Blood Hoof Army has cut off our escape route"and other rumors to confuse the army.

Along with the ancient Dream Saintess losing control of her brain, she kept releasing the nightmare images of the "Zombie rat G.o.d"to the outside world.

And these images spread to the heads of all the soldiers through the priests wearing antenna helmets.

The collapse of a million troops in one night was a completely predictable and extremely cruel ending.

Meng Chao Sighed.

Actually, the ancient Dream Saintess was bewitched by the 'Big Horn Rat G.o.d'and gathered all the main forces of the great horn army and threw them under hundred blade city in an attempt to fight against the strong and well-established golden clan, the Battle of a million strong army began.

The Countdown to the defeat and even destruction of the great horn army had begun.

Meng Chao had intervened too late, and he was alone. He really could not summon dozens of armored airs.h.i.+ps and hundreds of extraordinaires to help him turn the tide like he did in Dragon City.

He only hoped that he could do something to avoid the worst situation like in his previous life.

Even if he helped the Great Horn Army to keep a few kindling, he would also keep a few trump cards that he had in the game with "Jackal"ka.n.u.s.

While they were deep in thought, the soldiers who had been stimulated by the camp whistle and had suffered a mental breakdown had already rushed to less than a kilometer away from the wounded barracks.

Meng Chao condensed his spiritual energy on his cochlea. He could even vaguely distinguish the few human words in their beast-like roars.

"Food!"

"Food!"

"There's food in the Wounded Barracks!"

It was obvious that the reason why the rebels had a clear target and headed straight for the wounded battalion was that there was more food stored here than in the second-tier troops deployed on the periphery.

At the same time, the wounded battalion was not a hundred-battle elite like the white bone battalion. It was a tough bone with sharp thorns. If the rebels wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h food from the Tiger's mouth, it was very likely that hundreds of transparent holes would be pierced into their mouths and even their heads.

On this night where order was broken, the casualty battalion, which had food but did not have strong combat strength, was simply a plump, juicy, soft, and boneless piece of meat.

Of course, Meng Chao could not deny that there was another more dangerous possibility.

That was that 'Jackal'ka.n.u.s had locked onto his coordinates through the nightmare just now.

Through the spies planted within the Great Horn Legion, he had deliberately incited the rebels to attack the casualty battalion, trying to destroy him in his state of recovering from the dream.

This was not a place to stay.

It was better to find leaf and ice storm and think of a way to escape from the collapsing great horn army. Then, they could discuss their next move.

As Meng Chao thought about this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.

He was shocked. When he looked back, he saw a high priest wearing a gray feather coat and a mask with a sharp mouth. He was staggering and looked extremely crazy.

Meng Chao recognized this high-ranking priest from the mask that looked like a bird's beak and was filled with disinfectant. He was the supervisor of the wounded military camp.

He had met this high-ranking priest a few days ago when they were changing medicine.

At that time, the feather coat on him was colorful, fragrant, and dazzling.

His temperament was calm and refined. He did not have the excitement of the other priests, but it made people feel trust and Reliance. They believed that even if they fell into the abyss of death.., there was a high chance that he would be able to salvage them -- and that was the truth.

How did this high-level priest who could bring back the dead become like this after just one night?