Chapter 1172: "Predecessor for the King"

The ancient dream saint was silent like a statue.
As if turning a deaf ear to Meng Chao's words.
But on the smooth, mirror-like mask on his face, a soft "crack" sound appeared, and a hair-like crack appeared.
This shows that her subconscious is beginning to waver.
Faint doubts arose about everything he had believed in.
Meng Chao was greatly encouraged and pursued the victory: "Are you aware of the problem? Since I can sneak into the depths of your brain and secretly plant a false memory, why can't others?
"Even yourself, the deity of the ancient dream saint, don't you often spread your faith and instill your will through dreams to the soldiers of the Big Horn Legion? How can you be sure that you saw it in a trance in the dream? Everything is really the revelation of the Rat God, rather than the indoctrination of people with ulterior motives?
"I know that it is a very painful and difficult thing to deny the belief that oneself abandon everything and fight for it, but for the future of the Big Horn Legion, for the tomorrow of all the rat people, you, as the army commander and spiritual leader, Must shoulder the most arduous responsibility, to doubt, to think, to make correct judgments!"
The cracks in the mask of the Ancient Dream Saintess became more and more obvious.
Gradually, the bifurcation appeared and became a fine cobweb.
Deep in the cracks, the extremely painful emotions, as if turned into a strong black mist, gushing out from the "cobweb".
"Yes, I really don't have any evidence to prove my guess. Then, we might as well use common sense to sort out the situation in front of us!"
Meng Chao raised his voice and continued to shout, "You will gather the most elite force of the Big Horn Legion, and all the rat people's hope for freedom and dignity, all gathered in the hinterland of the Golden Clan, as solid as the golden city of Hundred Blades!
"Such a strategy not only puts the Big Horn Army in the dilemma of running out of ammunition and food, but also deprives the Ratmen warriors of the most precious space for activities; moreover, it is a desperate effort not to leave themselves any strategic changes or even opportunities to break through. Desperado mentality.
"You seem to pin the future and destiny of all the rat people on the point of'Conquering Hundred Blade City'.
"Looking back at the Great Horned Legion from the Big Bang in Pointe-Noire, it has risen to the ground like a rock, and I can't help but ask, isn't there a more secure strategic choice?
"For example, the Big Horn Legion can march towards the junction of the major clans, whether or even the gap between the two or even the three, using the internal contradictions of the five clans to make ends meet, at least to gain a breathing space and opportunity.
"For another example, the Big Horn Legion can be broken into pieces and march into the deep mountains and old forests that the clan warriors look down on.
"Although the Datura trees all over the mountains and plains are now blooming, they cannot provide more Datura fruit for the higher orcs, but the appetite of the rat people is originally much smaller than those of the jackals, tigers, leopards, and wild boars. If you are willing to work intensively, endure hardships and stand hard work, and then tighten your belt, you may not be able to hold on for a longer period of time and insist on a full-scale battle between Turanze and the Land of Holy Light.
"At that time, if you use your quantitative advantage to negotiate with the five major clans, you may not be able to win a larger living space for the'sixth clan'!
"Yes, such a strategic choice, of course, does not seem to be as glorious and refreshing as'Assemble a crowd of millions and go to war against Turanze's strongest Golden Clan', but it is after all the pursuit of a momentary refreshment, and it only seeks to destroy it vigorously; Still lurking the minions temporarily, operating silently and patiently, to strive for long-term survival and freedom, are there any questions for a real commander?
"Even if you really want to focus on the city of Hundred Blades, I remember that the strategy of the Big Horn Legion was to'siege and fight aid' at the beginning. The purpose was to eliminate the vital force of the reinforcements, but I don't know why, but now it has become'all the work done'. , Do you want to attack the city of Hundred Blades at any cost?
"Sage of Ancient Dreams, based on your record on the local battlefield, I don’t think you are an easy-headed warrior. Then, what are the factors that prompted you to make a series of stupid things, which obviously will The choice for the Big Horn Legion to take the road to death?
"Haven’t you ever thought that the Big Horn Legion could not conquer Hundred Blade City at all, even if it defeated the elite troops and barely razed Hundred Blade City to the ground, as long as the defenders burned all the granaries in the city at the last moment, even these granaries? Is the possibility empty from the beginning?"
Meng Chao's interrogation was like an invisible sharp blade, penetrating the gap in the mask of the ancient dream saint woman.
She made her towering like a statue of a and devil, backing a few steps in her dream, hiding her face and twitching.
"It's the Big Horn Mouse God."
Meng Chao’s voice suddenly became extremely calm,
The only explanation is that you got the prophecy of the Big Horned Rat in your dream. The Big Horned Rat told you that the city of Hundred Blades is destined to be attacked by the Big Horned Legion, and there are enough big horns stored in the city. All the armaments and weapons needed by the Legion to implement the next phase of the strategy. As long as the Ratmen Warriors can take this historic city of Turanze in one go, they can completely change the entire strategic situation and even catalyze the internal fighting between the Liger and the Tigers. , Thus, win the final victory for all the rat people.
"Although it sounds ridiculous.
"But your memory tells you that no matter how absurd the prophecies in the past were, they all turned into reality.
"Furthermore, the Big Horn Legion has come to where it is today, with jackals, tigers and leopards in front, wild boars and bulls in the back, and hungry falcons, vultures, lizards, crocodiles, and pythons staring around.
"Extending your head is also a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife. You have no choice at all.
"So, you can only choose to close your eyes, give up thinking, and leave the fate of yourself, the Big Horned Legion, and all the rat people to the illusory Big Horned Rat God at the mercy!"
The spider web crack on the mask of the ancient dream saint has expanded into a black hole.
The black mist that spewed from the black hole was also burning.
"No, the Great Horned Rat God will never deceive me, let alone deceive all the rat people!"
The sage of ancient dream was violent and screamed hysterically, "It was the Big Horn Rat God who saved me. Without the arrival of the Rat God, I would have died in the plague long ago.
"The Big Horn Legion, also relying on the revelation of the Rat God, found the lost temple and underground base to form it.
"Why does the Big Horn Rat God guide me to build the Big Horn Legion, give us victory and hope, and then completely destroy all of this?"
All the white bones and sharp blades all over her were erected in a tense posture.
There was a big discord, which meant that Meng Chao was pierced.
Meng Chao's eyebrows were overjoyed.
No matter how fangs and claws the Saintess of Ancient Dream poses.
As long as she is willing to speak, it means that she has broken free from the logical infinite loop of the big horned rat implanted in the depths of her brain.
Rediscovered the possibility of communication and thinking.
"The Great Horned Rat God did not save you, but just'chosen' you, a lucky guy who has been tortured but never died, and has special spiritual powers, able to sneak into and interfere with the dreams of others, and then, in your mind There are segments of false memories implanted and constantly updated in the depths, making you mistakenly believe that you have always been helped by the non-existent Big Horn Mouse God on your growth path."
Meng Chao raised his hands high, and once again expressed to the ancient dream saint that he was not malicious, trying to calm the emotions of the other party, and at the same time, he analyzed it in a whisper. The use value of the people is nothing more than to realize one's own ambitions.
"In order to catch totem beasts, hunters can put a fragrant bait in the pit, or even the living rat people, let the totem beast gorge on it, eat it so that its belly is rounded, unable to digest it, and can't even walk.
"In order to stimulate the gladiators to perform brilliantly on the arena, the owner of the arena is also willing to donate generously, so that even the most humble Ratfolk gladiators can enjoy the richest delicacies and secret medicines.
"In order to inspire the strongest combat effectiveness of a cannon fodder unit, the commander-in-chief is able to make all sorts of promises in front of the rat militiamen, and even give them sophisticated equipment to make them look like flags. Majestic and majestic.
"If the guy hiding behind the Great Horned Rat God does not help you form the Great Horned Legion, how can you rat folks who have silently endured the oppression and enslavement for thousands of years rise up and fight back, casting your flesh and bones? The sharpest weapon in the hands of an entertainer to help him achieve his goals?"
"Purpose…"
In the black hole on the mask of the Saintess of Ancient Dream, there was a deep confusion, she murmured, "What is the purpose?"
"Of course it is to smash the old order that has ruled Turanze for thousands of years, and then seize Turanze's supreme power!" Meng Chao paused and utterly cut the railway.