Ice Storm understood what Meng Chao meant.

Hundreds of thousands or even millions of rat people passed through the hollow grassland at the same time, running northward under the pursuit and interception of the Bloodhoof warriors.

Whoever can escape is a strong soldier who can fight.

The sword sharpened by hundreds of thousands of corpses is destined to be hotter and sharper than any other method of training.

"Then what do we do?"

Ice Storm said in a deep voice, "Are you going to go to the Skyfall Prairie or the War Drum Forest?"

"Of course, we will follow the large army and walk into the empty grassland."

Meng Chao looked at Bing Storm's raised eyebrows, smiled slightly, and explained, "Yes, it is indeed safer to break out from the War Drum Forest, but I think what the two of us need most now is not safety, but more training.

And fight, help us digest and absorb the ancient treasures stolen from the temple, as well as the fully upgraded totem armor, and integrate them all.

"In this way, when we arrive at Red Gold City and find the person we are looking for, we can give them a big 'surprise', right?"

Having made up their mind, the two of them quickly returned to the main army, filled their water bladders like everyone else, and then plunged into the vast Xingkong grassland.

Sure enough, just as they expected, after only half a day of marching in the grassland, the entire team completely dispersed.

This group of people who were put together temporarily had varying physical and health conditions, and they had not gone through a long period of running-in, so their steps were not consistent at all.

Yesterday, under the leadership of Old Bear Skin and Round Bone Stick, they reluctantly marched in formation and had squeezed everything out of them.

Today I heard the news that the pursuers were right behind me, so I dived into the grassland that was half a man high and had a very poor view. At the slightest sign of disturbance, the queue was in chaos.

First it turned into a sparse long snake, and then the long snake broke into seven or eight pieces from the middle.

Each piece is like a curled up earthworm, squirming and arching forward.

As we got deeper into the grassland, more and more pits were dug by rodent beasts. From time to time, someone would accidentally step into the pits and sprain their instep or ankle.

The injury was not serious, but the delay was enough to be fatal.

The fugitives who were deeply shocked by the majestic image of the "Great Horned Rat God" in their sleep thought that this was a test given to them by the Great Horned Rat God, and did not want others to bury them with them. Therefore, they all refused the support of their companions and clenched their hands.

He tightened his grip on weapons and magic medicine, and gradually fell behind.

When dusk came, the escapees completely lost the concept of queue.

Not only the team of Old Bearskin and Round Bone Stick, but all the centurions fell apart. The rat people all fell into groups, like a group of headless flies, groping roughly towards the northeast.

At this time, everyone knew very well that it seemed impossible to regroup the scattered people into a uniform and orderly army.

If they want to survive, they can only grit their teeth, keep their heads down, and run forward.

Fortunately, the dispersion of the fugitives also brought great difficulties to the pursuit of the pursuers.

As Meng Chao said, even if hundreds of thousands of wild boars are completely spread out on a large grassland, it is impossible to capture and kill them all.

Now, it depends on who has the worse luck and will be caught by the pursuers, thus buying the other escapees some more time.

Of course, for the rat people who firmly believe in the "supreme power of the Great Horned Rat God", perhaps meeting the pursuers on a narrow road is considered "good luck" and they have the opportunity to die in the most heroic posture and have their souls leave their bodies.

, ascended directly to the Holy Mountain?

Meng Chao and Ice Storm still followed the old bear skin and the round bone stick step by step.

And he collected the scattered fugitives along the way, and regrouped around thirty or fifty people.

This is also the largest team they can barely control in the current environment.

Old Xiongpi looked grim.

The wrinkles on his face, which was already full of grooves, were squeezed deeper.

The round bone rod translated his expression and told everyone that Old Bearskin smelled the scent of a centaur warrior.

Sure enough, the bloody dusk had just arrived, and violent shouts of death and shrill screams rang out from all directions.

There is no barrier on the grassland, and the sound of the Bloodhoof warriors mixed with the power of the totem can be heard far away, like a soul-breaking war drum, beating hard on the chest of every escapee.

Analyzing from the source of the sound, it turned out that there were indeed several groups of pursuers, relying on the advantage of the unity of man and horse, which was as fast as lightning, they circled in front of them.

Although the number of pursuers in each team will not be too many.

But as long as they hit each other, there is only one word of death.

Amidst the constant cries of killing from the pursuers, the nerves of the fugitives were tense to the point of almost breaking.

No one dared to rest. Even though their legs were numb to the point of losing consciousness and their chests were so hot that they were about to burst into flames, they still stumbled forward.

At midnight, Meng Chao and Bing Storm's team of escapees plunged into a battlefield that had just ended.

The smell of blood floating on the battlefield had already solidified.

It's like a pair of extremely low red clouds.

It's like a bunch of strange scarlet flowers blooming from the corpse.

But it was smashed into pieces by Meng Chao's team, and turned into a disgusting stench again, rushing into the nose and piercing the brains of every escapee.

What was more exciting than the smell of blood was the horrific corpse.

There were at least hundreds of corpses before their eyes.

I say "at least" because all the corpses were so ravaged that it was almost impossible to tell that they were still corpses.

These fugitives who set out earlier than Meng Chao and the others, but unfortunately encountered the pursuers, had already been killed by the centaur warriors as a warning to others, using the most cruel methods to kill them.

Even though the rat people are used to death and torture.

It was unimaginable that a fresh corpse that had just been inactive for half a day could be arranged like this... as if it had been left for ten days and a half between vultures and hyenas during the hottest season on the grassland.

If I hadn't received a revelation from the Great Horned Rat God in my sleep before leaving.

Many people were almost frightened to death by the horrific scene in front of them.

Even though they still maintain illusory courage.

But this courage at most makes them fearless of death, but it cannot prevent the coming of death.

Everyone fell into silence in front of the pile of corpses.

Not to mention Old Xiongpi, who was originally taciturn.

Even the round-bone stick, which was full of energy and talking endlessly yesterday, is now biting its cheek, as if it wants to devour the non-existent centaur warrior, skin and bones.

"Otherwise, we won't run away, right?"

At this time, a too calm voice broke the suffocating silence.

Everyone's eyes were cast on Meng Chao, who was as disgraced as them.

"Even if we still have to run away, we should fight again and again to have a better chance of running away." Meng Chao said calmly.

He and Ice Storm had not said a word before, because they were worried that the strong men of the Great Horn Legion hidden among the escapees would see the flaw.

But after a day and half a night of observation, it turned out that this group of defeated fugitives were all rat slaves from Black Point City.

The round bone club and the old bearskin are just ignorant ordinary soldiers of the Big Horn Legion.

Then, there is no need for them to hide completely anymore. They can try their skills and take a little more initiative.

Although the two of them regarded the pursuit as a tool to test ancient treasures and hone their totem combat skills.

But he never thought that he could kill all the pursuers by himself.

If possible, it is still necessary to mobilize the strength of the rat warriors to at least cling to the pursuers on the frontal front.

Only then can they deliver a fatal blow to the pursuers from the flanks and behind.

"What did you say?"

Perhaps sensing an indescribable force of intimidation from Meng Chao, the round-bone stick took a few steps towards him, then stopped and said hesitantly, "Why do you say that you have a better chance if you hit him and then run away?

"

"If the pursuers are still behind us and their speed is about the same as ours, it is okay to hide and run away. But since the pursuers have already reached us and are cruising nearby, continuing to run like a lost dog is asking for death.

The way to go."

Meng Chao looked at the broken corpses on the ground and sighed, "These brothers died so tragically, but originally, it shouldn't have been like this. We clearly have the blessing of the Rat God, the magic medicine given by the Rat God, and the battle with the enemy.

We were determined to die together, even if we died, we would bite off a big mouthful of blood and flesh from the enemy's body, so how could we suffer such a humiliating defeat and be unilaterally slaughtered by the enemy?"

This question indeed cannot be answered by the rat warriors who are full of fanatical belief in the Great Horned Rat God.

"Just because we forget that this is a trial, a great opportunity to show our courage and determination."

Meng Chao said, "Many brothers are running, and the more they run, the more scattered they are. The more they are scattered, the more guilty they become. The more guilty they are, the faster they run. While excessively consuming their physical energy, there is no way to talk about queues and battle formations. In the end, 30-50%

A group of stragglers ran into a heavily armed pursuer. How could they not be smashed to pieces by the enemy?

"Actually, with the blessing of the Great Horned Rat God, the rat warriors may not be able to compete with the clan warriors, but a very important prerequisite is quantity. As long as we accumulate enough numbers to form an iron wall and a stormy sea, we will never be at the mercy of others.

Pigs and sheep!”

The round bone stick opened its mouth.

Of course he knows the truth.

The Great Horn Legion originally used the human sea tactic to trade quantity for quality.

The problem is that he and Old Xiongpi are just ordinary soldiers. They can gather thirty or fifty people to escape together, which is the limit. They can't command another three to five hundred people!

"That's why I said, let's not run away."

Meng Chao explained very patiently, "It is of course a daydream to want to march in a hurry while gathering the scattered escapees and forming an elite team of three to five hundred people.

"But what if we stay here?

"If we stay here, dig trenches and pits around, set up simple defensive horses, and then gather the scattered fugitives, we will gather a huge number that the pursuers will never expect.
Chapter completed!