In addition to the physical cordon, Meng Chao felt that the Rat Rebels should set up a psychological cordon.

He found that many rat people who had been bullied were full of unforgettable hatred for the clan warriors, but they did not show any precautions against their "fellow rat people".

Under the psychological suggestion of sympathy for each other and the same hatred and hatred, even if we meet by chance, it is easy to feel our hearts and souls.

this is not right.

Meng Chao felt that he must remind the "messenger of the Great Horned Rat God" that in many cases, the eagle dogs raised by the clan warriors were more terrifying than the clan warriors themselves.

You know, rat people are also divided into "wild rats" and "house rats".

Needless to say, the house mouse has been a servant for generations and has been taught since childhood to be loyal to its master.

Even the "wild rats" whose homes and relatives were destroyed by clan warriors may, after a period of captivity and conditioning, forget their hatred, lose their humanity, and become willing collaborators.

In order to win the favor of their master and get rid of their lowly status, these guys would not hesitate to sell anyone's life and their own soul in exchange for their master's "blood".

Countless rebels on the ancient earth did not die directly at the hands of the enemy, but were betrayed by traitors and died at the hands of their own people who trusted them without reservation.

Therefore, if the rat rebels want to succeed, they must be careful and not just throw into the basket all the rotten fish and shrimps.

Especially the "house rats" of major families, no matter how beautiful these guys' rhetoric is, they cannot be allowed to access the core secrets.

Of course, it may be too late to say these things now.

Judging from the fact that the Rat People's Rebels did not make much noise in Black Point City in the previous life, it is possible that the major families that control Black Point City have already set their sights on the rat people's secret organization.

By blindly defending passively, the Rat Rebel Army's plan will still be strangled in its infancy.

Meng Chao suggested that the rat rebels should take the initiative and use offense instead of defense.

The so-called attack certainly does not mean attacking the temples of major families like moths to the flames.

Rather, they should start a series of small-scale riots throughout Black Point City.

Whether it's painting the walls with the proclamation "The Horned Rat God has arrived".

It would be better to draw mysterious symbols on the corners that actually have no meaning.

They even concentrated their superior strength and used the "artifact" they had just unearthed to find opportunities to ambush the relatively weak clan warriors.

They also poisoned the food of the clan warriors and set fires around the warehouses prepared for the Bloodhoof army.

These are all strategies that can be considered.

We don’t seek success rate and destructiveness, we only seek to expand our influence and gain the trust, hope and support of more rat people.

It can also mobilize the investigative power of the major families to the greatest extent, making the clan warriors extremely annoyed and exhausted. Their nerves are stretched to the limit and gradually become numb and slow.

This is a method Meng Chao learned from the monster civilization.

Before every major earth-shaking move against the Dragon City Civilization, the monster civilization would always launch a series of small-scale destructions, which greatly consumed the manpower, material resources and energy of the Alien Beast Investigation Bureau.

The Alien Beast Investigation Bureau knows that these destructions are just "feint attacks" by monster civilization, but it is impossible to ignore them.

Otherwise, small-scale damage will continue to accumulate, and it is possible that quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, causing Dragon City Civilization to die of "excessive blood loss."

This is a conspiracy.

It is also an advantage for the attacker.

It once made Meng Chao and all the investigators of the Alien Beast Investigation Bureau miserable.

Things are turning, and now it's Meng Chao's turn to play the role of "monster".

He believed that the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God should no longer waste such a valuable advantage by wishfully thinking that his organization and plans were kept strictly confidential.

By the way, he also suggested that the rat rebels could leave clues in some of their sabotage operations and point the finger at the major families that control Black Point City.

If possible, it is best to create the effect that "these destructive actions are caused by clan warriors from major families, disguised as followers of the Great Horned Rat God, to eradicate their competitors."

The clan warriors are not monolithic. The conflict between the Ironhide family and the Bloodhoof family can be traced back thousands of years.

Compared to the rat people, who they had never paid attention to, the wild boars or tauren of the hostile family were a greater threat.

Therefore, it does not matter even if the forged evidence is poor.

Many times, whether people believe something does not depend on how sufficient and credible the evidence is.

It depends on whether people are willing to believe it and what kind of benefits they can get after believing it.

The above suggestions are all routine operations.

For Meng Chao, who has the dual identities of alien beast investigator and ghost assassin, spear and shield, he can write dozens of articles almost without thinking.

Rather than making suggestions, he was more troubled by how to word the words so as to imitate the tone of ancient orcs.

After all, Turan is not his native language, and it is not easy to speak it fluently. How can he perfectly imitate the tone of the rat hero thousands of years ago?

Meng Chao wrote several drafts, but none of them were satisfactory. He became irritable and simply gave up on himself.

"Forget it, the civilization level of the ancient orcs was much higher than it is now. How could the way they spoke be in difficult and obscure classical Chinese? It might be more vernacular than the current Turan language!"

Meng Chao comforted himself like this.

He translated his meaning in vernacular.

Between the words, he added some cuneiform characters that he saw on the operating system of the totem armor, but the meaning was unclear.

He then etched these suggestions onto a sheet of metal peeled off the wall of a tunnel deep beneath the slum.

After carefully modifying the metal sheet, Meng Chao rolled it into a cylinder and prepared to find an opportunity to stuff it into a place where the rat miners would be able to excavate it.

When the rat rebels unearth it, will they believe it is an "oracle" sent by the horned rat god and follow Meng Chao's advice?

Meng Chao felt that if the "messenger of the Great Horned Rat God" was not a completely fanatical lunatic but a barely qualified rebel commander, he would not be able to believe such absurd things.

But most of the rat miners, slaves, servants and garbage bugs will be ecstatic and convinced.

In the end, even the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God didn't believe in any bullshit oracle.

He would also obediently do as Meng Chao said.

"As a friend of Dragon City, I can only help you so far."

Meng Chao murmured to himself.

Putting aside the freshly baked "Oracle of the Horned Rat God", he began to think about how he could gain the greatest benefit from the ensuing commotion.

"By the way, I also need a mask."

Meng Chao thought to himself, "What should the so-called 'Great Horned Rat God' look like?"

…

Ye Zi staggered across the finish line and finally couldn't help but vomited out "Wow". Then his legs went weak and he fell to the ground under the weight of hundreds of kilograms of rocks behind him, almost knocking out his front teeth.

He felt like stars were flashing in his eyes, and the world was spinning. The cowhide ropes tied with the basket on his shoulders were deeply embedded in the gaps between his shoulder blades, as if they were two bone-scraping steel knives trying to remove his arms alive.

Ye Zi swore that he had never been so tired in his life.

Carrying a large rock weighing hundreds of kilograms, I ran a full fifty laps around the training ground. Fifty laps!

And this is just the easiest of the daily compulsory lessons prescribed to him by the Reaper.

"Reaper, Reaper, are you a demon in the abyss of eternal night, or an ascetic monk whose brain has been burned by the holy light?"

The rat boy boy wailed in his heart, "Even the skeleton soldiers who never tire can't bear such torture, right?"

Looking at the ferocious "Devil Instructor" in front of him, Ye Zi couldn't help but miss the reapers of the past.

You must know that the original reapers were not so perverted.

Although the training plan tailored for Ye Zi is indeed very hard, it can be persevered by gritting one's teeth.

In fact, Reapers are the most opposed to over-training and believe that simply and rudely increasing the amount of training is the most irresponsible behavior. It will not only increase the risk of injury and the accumulation of hidden injuries, but also will produce dead muscles on the battlefield.

** cannot be beaten at all.

But in the past few days, the reaper didn't know what secret medicine he had taken wrongly, and he drew up a training plan for Ye Zi that continued day and night, as if he would not stop until he trained him to death.

Of course, to be fair, Reaper's own training volume is ten times greater than that of Ye Zi.

But Ye Zi is just an immature rat boy, how can he be compared with a monster like the Reaper?

The physical hard work comes next.

After all, after every training, the reaper would personally relax his muscles and guide the shining arrows in his body to flow quickly between blood vessels and nerves in a very comfortable way.

Even if during the training just now, the pain made you cry for your mother and want to die, all the pain and fatigue will disappear after the psychic energy is activated.

How painful it was a moment ago, how refreshing it was a moment later.

Therefore, Ye Ye can still grit his teeth and persevere.

However, the most unacceptable thing for the rat boy is that after receiving such high-intensity training around the clock, he has no time to contact the news and events related to the Great Horned Rat God!

You know, according to what the Spiders and other rat militia soldiers say, the Black Corner City has been really turbulent and full of fun these days!

When I think about the coming of the Great Horned Rat God, in the depths of Turanze, a huge army composed entirely of rat people is gathering. Maybe a large number of rat people heroes have sneaked into the Black Corner City, and they are about to destroy the noble clan masters.

His head was trampled under his feet.

Ye Zi felt that a ball of fire was being stuffed into his chest. Even after this period of hard training, his chest was twice as generous as before, but he could not withstand this burning flame.
Chapter completed!