Chapter 1185: Ying Xiao

Chapter 1185
And farther away, there were several pillars of fire rising into the sky like a red dragon with teeth and claws.
Under the red dragon’s lust, all the soldiers of the Big Horn Legion screamed hysterically, running around like headless flies, even their eyes were red, and their spirits were out of control. They drew out their blood-stained weapon blades, and died in the day. The collaborators who depended on each other severely cut off.
Their screams and screams turned into a billowing torrent, flooding into Meng Chao's ear canal earlier than the messy impulse, making his face as ugly as the witch doctors.
"Ying Xiao!"
Meng Chao's scalp and palm were numb together.
Ying Xiao is the most unwilling situation of any battlefield commander in the Middle Ages.
The cold weapon army of the Middle Ages did not have scientific and effective management methods, and relied on the threat of flogging, corporal punishment, and even death to implement repressive rule.
In the process of marching and fighting, the mental pressure that soldiers endure is unimaginable by modern people.
It can be said that the simple and kind-hearted people who have experienced the torment of several Medieval wars and smashed in the blood of the corpse mountain will become demons in human skin even if they are lucky enough to survive.
Regardless of whether it is righteous or not, this trend from humans to demons is irreversible.
And thousands of soldiers who were highly nervous and accustomed to seeing corpses all over the field, and gradually no longer regarded their lives and even their own lives and deaths as a matter of fact.
It's like stacking gunpowder barrels on dried straw and then exposing them to the hot sun.
The explosion is inevitable.
It's just a matter of time.
Perhaps it was just a torn between two soldiers who had a nervous breakdown.
Perhaps it was an unruly soldier who was dissatisfied with the officer who severely punished him.
Even a certain soldier exclaimed "enemy attack" in a nightmare.
In short, a tiny little Mars may ignite the entire volcano ready to go, causing the entire army that seems to swallow thousands of miles to riot, chaos or even collapse in an instant, hundreds of thousands or even millions of troops. The offensive was ruined once, fell to the halberd, sinking into the sand, and the entire army was wiped out.
It's like the records in ancient military books, where hundreds of warriors often attacked the enemy's 100,000 troops at night, leading to the complete collapse of the enemy army that seems to be winning.
In fact, if an army of 100,000 people is determined and has strict laws, even if they crane their necks and let hundreds of night raiders slash them, how many heads can the opponent cut off in a hurry?
Most of the dead and wounded were just victims of cannibalism and trampling in panic.
Of course, if the commander-in-chief is the world's most famous general.
The soldiers are well-trained soldiers.
The supply of food, grass, and weapons is very sufficient.
And the battle situation is beneficial to one's own side, as long as the enemy can grind his teeth again.
But it can minimize the chance of "camp screaming" or "exploding camp".
However, none of these conditions were met by the Big Horn Legion.
This is just a piece of rebel army.
It's just that there is more anger than the crowd.
Even if the Saintess of Ancient Dreams once selected warriors with certain commanding skills, they trained secretly in the underground base.
However, there is a lack of inheritance and actual combat experience. The so-called secret training can only be done behind closed doors and on paper.
Even in the past few months, the Big Horn Legion has rushed forward, winning steadily.
However, most of the victories were due to the fact that the five clans had their own ghosts, and under mutual calculation, they took the initiative to give way and handed over to the Rat People's Volunteers.
Even the generals at all levels of the Big Horn Legion can accumulate certain combat experience from the battles.
After all, there is no fire, and it is impossible to deal with such a sudden disaster as "Ying Xiao".
The soldiers themselves, not to mention.
More than 90% of the troops of the Big Horn Army come from slaves, miners, handymen, villagers, and private hunters in the mountains.
Even if there are a few slave soldiers who have received military training, at most they have participated in a squad fight of a hundred or so people. They have never experienced a large corps battle in which hundreds of thousands or even millions of people crowded together.
These angry Ratmen warriors are often more than enthusiastic but not calm enough. They are even more dazzled by a series of victories, only seeking quick victory or quick death.
But it lacks the courage to deal with the enemy for a long time, even in the most difficult environment, like Mars among the weeds, to persevere in silence and perseverance.
The inability to attack the city of Hundred Blades for a long time has already made them very frustrated.
The news came from nowhere that the rations had been exhausted, more like an invisible noose, wrapped around their necks, tightened inch by inch, pinching them out of breath.
Under the cruel battle situation, which is endlessly impacted like stormy waves, they have just ignited the fire of faith for several months, and they have long been covered with a layer of haze.
The unattainable victory is also teetering like a candle in the wind.
If at such a delicate moment.
In the name of "turning out the chaos, abandoning the dark and turning to the bright", the rat people's rebels who surrendered from the wolf clan rangers and went to the Great Horn Legion are mixed with some "house rats" that have been raised by the wolf clan for thousands of years.
And these "house mice" took advantage of the silence of the night to scream, using such as "The Liger II Clan's reloaded battle group has been killed", "Our rations are completely eaten", "The bloodhoof army cut off our back. "Rumors like this come to confuse the military's mind.
Coupled with the loss of control of the brain of the ancient dream saint, the nightmare pictures of the "zombie rat god" are continuously released to the outside world.
And these pictures spread to the heads of all soldiers through priests wearing antenna helmets.
The army of one million collapsed overnight. It was completely predictable and an extremely cruel ending.
Meng Chao sighed.
In fact, the ancient dream saint was bewitched by the "big horned rat god", and gathered all the main forces of the big horn legion and dropped them under the city of Hundred Blades, trying to fight against the strong and powerful Golden clan with a deep heritage in a battle on the scale of a million soldiers. Start.
The defeat and even destruction of the Big Horn Legion entered the countdown.
Meng Chao intervened too late, and he was so lonely, it was impossible for him to attract dozens of armored airships and hundreds of extraordinary people like he did in Dragon City, and help him turn the tide.
He only hopes that he can do something to avoid the worst situation like the previous life.
Even if it is to keep a few fires for the Big Horn Legion, it is good to keep a few cards when playing with "Jackal" Kanus.
While he was pondering, the rebel soldiers who were stimulated by the camp scream and had a nervous breakdown, and whose six relatives did not recognize them, had already rushed to a place less than one mile away from the wounded camp.
Meng Chao condensed psychic energy on the cochlea, and could even vaguely distinguish the few human words in their seemingly beast-like roars.
"food!"
"food!"
"The wounded camp has food!"
Obviously, the reason why these insurgents have a clear goal and come straight to the wounded camp is because there is more food stored here than the second-line troops deployed on the periphery.
At the same time, the wounded battalion is not as sharp as the White Bone Battalion. It is a hard bone with spikes. The rebels want to grab food from the tiger's mouth, and it is very likely that hundreds of transparent holes are pierced in their mouths and even their heads.
On this night of collapse of order, the wounded camp with food but not strong combat effectiveness was a plump, juicy, tender and boneless piece of fat.
Of course, Meng Chao cannot deny that there is another, more dangerous possibility.
That is, "Jackal" Kanus has passed the nightmare just now and locked his coordinates.
Through the spies planted in the Big Horn Legion, he deliberately instigated the rebellion and attacked the wounded barracks, trying to wipe him out in the state of waking up from his dream and not healed from serious injuries.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.
It is better to find the leaves and the ice storm first, find a way to escape from the defeating Big Horn Legion, and then discuss the next move.
Thinking of this, Meng Chao suddenly felt a sting like a needle stick in the back of his head.
Frightened, when he looked back, he saw a high-ranking priest wearing a gray-brown feather coat, a sharp-mouthed mask, staggering feet, and an extremely crazy look.
From the mask that resembled a bird's beak and stuffed with disinfectant, Meng Chao recognized the identity of this high-ranking priest as the head of the wounded barracks.
When the dressing was changed a few days ago, he and this high-ranking priest had several fate.
At that time, the feathers on the opponent's body were colorful, scented, and radiant.
The temperament of the whole person is also quiet and elegant. There is no excitement of other priests, but it makes people involuntarily develop a sense of trust and dependence. I believe that even if you stumble and fall into the abyss of death, there is a great chance that he will be salvaged—facts This is also true.
How come this high-ranking priest who can bring the dead back to life has become like this after not seeing him overnight?