To be fair, it cannot be said that all the officers and soldiers of the Big Horn Legion are having their own whims.

After all, Hundred Blades City is an important Tulan town with thousands of years of heritage, and no one can bear the responsibility of handing over this glorious city to the rat people.

Moreover, Hundred Blades City stores a large amount of military rations, which not only supplies the wolf clan's daily consumption, but also prepares the entire Golden Clan for several years of consumption in the battle of the five clans and even the Battle of Glory.

If so much military rations were burned, how could the wolves, tigers and leopards of the Golden Clan fill their bellies and march toward the Land of Holy Light?

Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, the wolf defenders will never burn the rations. This will test the commander's determination more than a strong man cutting off his wrist.

The problem is, if the strategy of "Besieging the City of Hundred Blades" itself is part of the serial conspiracy of "Jackal" Canus.

The food reserves in Hundred Blades City are not as large as the Great Horn Legion predicted.

Most of the military rations had long been secretly transported out of the city by "Jackal" Canus and stored in some nook and corner or underground cave?

In any case, this kind of decision-making that bets that the enemy will not dare to cut off a strong man's wrist is tantamount to sending a noose around the throat to the enemy's hands, which is completely self-destructive behavior.

Sure enough, the wolf defenders in Hundred Blades City began to burn the granaries and arsenals in the city during the interval between the two attacks of the Big Horn Legion, at the darkest time before dawn.

Perhaps the supplies in the granaries and arsenals are far less than what appears on the surface.

But it was enough to cause all the officers and soldiers of the Big Horn Legion to be in chaos and at a loss.

Of course they wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack the city, rush into Hundred Blades City and put out the fire before all the food was burned.

But night raids are originally the most test of the quality of soldiers and their technical and tactical coordination.

To storm a fortified city with high walls and deep pits in the pitch-black night, and the defenders are still capable of fighting, is something that has never been heard of in the history of cold weapon warfare on earth or in other worlds.

The hungry rat warriors could only tear their eye sockets, widen their eyes, and watch helplessly as the datura fruits in the city turned into clouds of fragrant smoke that was so rich that it was dripping with grease, rising into the sky towards the city.

They send out seductive temptations.

It was only at this moment that some people gradually came back to their senses and began to reflect on whether this strategy of "succeeding in one battle" was too frivolous and reckless.

Unfortunately, it’s too late to regret!

As a patchwork rebel army relying solely on blood and courage, from the moment they entrenched themselves around Hundred Blades City and completely lost their mobility, they were destined to face such a raging flames that would burn away all hope.

Turning point!

"The Big Horn Legion is hopeless. It is said that there is no food, even if the gods and demons come, it is impossible to reunite the scattered soldiers."

Ice Storm, like Meng Chao, has a very clear understanding, "What should we do now?"

"Go rescue the Ancient Dream Saint!"

Meng Chao made a decision immediately, "As long as we rescue the Saint of Ancient Dreams, even if the entire Great Horn Legion is annihilated, there is still a chance for them to make a comeback!"

Since ancient times, the reason why the rebel army has become a thorn in the side of countless rulers is not because of its strong combat effectiveness, how well-organized it is, or how large its army is.

Rather, it is very similar to wildfires, fungi, and viruses, and is extremely difficult to completely kill.

Even if it appears that the troops have ceased fighting, surrendered, or even been wiped out.

As long as the leader and core members can escape.

Every minute there is an opportunity to make a comeback, regroup, and become even more noisy than before.

After all, Canus the Jackal can annihilate the Great Horned Legion.

But it is impossible to wipe out the tens of millions of rat people represented by the Big Horn Legion, and their hatred and anger that have been simmering for thousands of years.

As long as this hatred and anger still exists.

As long as the Ancient Dream Saint is still alive.

As long as the armored airship cluster from Dragon City can quickly open the air channel from the Monster Mountain Range to the hinterland of Turanze, and transport several short-distance jump devices to the planet's surface.

Even if there is only one tiny spark left in the Great Horn Legion.

It can come back to life in minutes.

"Do you know where the Ancient Dream Saint is?"

Icestorm raised his eyebrows high.

Although the Ancient Dream Saint did not hide herself deliberately.

But as a leading soldier fighting on the front line, it is still extremely difficult to accurately locate the coordinates of the supreme commander.

Seeing that Meng Chao's seemingly absurd predictions in advance are gradually becoming reality.

Ice Storm's evaluation of Meng Chao is getting higher and higher, to the point where he simply obeys his words.

"I know, but time is running out and we need to race against time. Do you know where the nearest Bone Battalion cavalry is stationed?"

During several battles with heavy wolf groups.

The elite unit of the Great Horn Legion, the "Bone Battalion", captured many of the wolf tribe's usual mounts, "Wogs".

And through the ancient dream saint's dream teaching, Meng Chao actually suspected that it was the 'jackal' Kanus who used the ancient dream saint's brain as some kind of "transit station" and directly taught the driving skills, which made many bones

The warriors of the battalion grew into well-trained cavalry in just a few days.

Near the fortress where Ice Storm is located is the garrison of the Bone Camp Cavalry Army.

Naturally, even the elite members of the White Bone Camp could not escape the influence of the camp roar.

Because they have a closer relationship with the Saint of Ancient Dreams on weekdays, almost everyone can directly or indirectly sense the brain waves of Saint of Ancient Dreams every night.

The Dream Saint and even the teachings of the Great Horned Rat God.

So, when the sweet dream turned into a nightmare, when the majestic Great Horned Rat God, like a god and demon descending from the earth, turned into a swollen, rotting, giant-looking zombie rat god.

These elite members of the Bone Camp were affected more severely than ordinary rat warriors.

Their camps almost turned into a madhouse.

Almost half of the elites who had experienced hundreds of battles and fought to the death held their heads in their hands, curled up into a ball, and twitched wildly.

The other half were like headless flies electrified, dancing and running around.

Even the wargs imprisoned next to the camp were not known to be released by anyone.

Perhaps these ferocious beasts that have some understanding of human nature are also affected by the crazy brain waves that are constantly stirring and colliding in the air, and they become grinning, their eyes are red, and their ferocious look is revealed.

From time to time, a warg arched its waist, exploded the hair on its back, and pounced on the mentally broken elite of the White Bone Camp like a sharp blade unsheathed.

And even if the chest was torn apart by the claws of the warg, exposing the steaming and beating organs, many of the elites of the White Bone Battalion showed no reaction, as if their fighting spirit and souls had disappeared with the fall of the Great Horned Rat God.

dissipate.

What's left here is just an empty body.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm effortlessly grabbed two wargs without alerting anyone.

Although none of them have received professional cavalry training.

But when the realm reaches their level, they only need to release a few rays of murderous intent, and they can naturally transform into humanoid ferocious beasts, deeply shocking the mounts under their crotches.

Feel the spiritual energy surging out of their bodies, enough to freeze them into ice lumps or burn them into coke in an instant.

The two wargs, who had originally revealed their ferocious looks, with blood stains still remaining on the corners of their mouths, suddenly became as docile as old dogs whose teeth had been knocked out.

The two of them exerted force at the same time, relying on the subtle trembling of muscle fibers throughout the body and the force feedback from the crotch.

I quickly figured out the warg's driving skills.

He also used spiritual energy to stimulate the flesh and tendons of the warg, causing the two beasts to burst out at unprecedented speeds, turning into two off-string arrows and shooting towards the base camp deployed by the Saint of Ancient Dreams in the southwest stone forest.

Along the way, we encountered more than a dozen chaotic forts.

In pursuit of speed, they did not deliberately cover up their whereabouts this time.

So much so that many crazy soldiers dared to step forward to intercept him.

Meng Chao noticed that these soldiers had crooked mouths and slanted eyes, and their skin was red and hot. Many of them had deep sunken eyebrows, but their temples were bulging, and the depressions and bulges were bulging and sucking, like trembling tumors.

And their life magnetic field is more like a fire with accelerant added in the strong wind. No one can predict whether the fire will continue to explode or suddenly extinguish in the next second.

Meng Chao knew that the power of the "fear bomb" was escalating.

More and more rat warriors have been swallowed up by the nightmare of the zombie rat god. After their faith collapsed, they turned into insane killing machines.

However, he didn't have time to contend with these crazy rebels.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams must be rescued.

Only then can we cut off the source of nightmares.
Chapter completed!