Chapter 1119: The Mob"s Victory
Although the arrows were in the hands of the civilian rat archers, it was impossible for them to display the strongest lethality in the hands of their original owners.
However, the absolute advantage in numbers still allowed them to effectively suppress the few defenders in the small city.
The black ma.s.s of civilian rat people swallowed three trenches in a row, and they were about to approach the city tower.
The gate that looked like a b.l.o.o.d.y mouth finally opened, and a group of fierce tiger warriors wearing totem armor pounced out.
Perhaps the fierce tiger warriors were not as big as the barbarian elephant warriors.
The murderous aura that soared into the sky condensed into thousands of totem tattoos on their heads and backs, just like countless fierce tigers surrounding them. However, it made them release a more dangerous sense of oppression than the barbarian elephant warriors.
The fierce tiger warriors charged into the tide of the rat population. Like a burning saber, they ruthlessly hacked into the frozen cheese.
With every wave of their claws, every tear, and every roar, several rat people would be torn into pieces by the fierce tiger warriors and die without a burial place.
No matter how fierce, crazy, and tyrannical the rat population was, they were still not a match for the fierce tiger warriors.
However, there were simply too many rat subjects.
Just like arrows that contained totem power, they were unable to scare the rat subjects.
The fierce tiger warriors" close combat did not cause the rat subjects to flee in panic.
Instead, it stimulated their nerves, fueling the fire of slaughter deep in their brains and making it burn crazily.
"Glory!
"Glory!
"Glory!"
The rat subjects scrambled to shout battle roars that only the clan warriors had the right to shout. They pounced on the fierce tiger warriors" fangs and sharp claws without any fear of death.
Even if their bodies were torn to pieces, and even their internal organs spewed out from the huge wounds, they still had to use their limbs to hug the fierce tiger warrior tightly. That would slow down their opponent"s attacks and make the ancestral spirits hanging high above their heads see their unparalleled courage and pride.
Not far from the line of fire where flesh and blood flew everywhere, the Rat G.o.d priests on the siege towers held out secret medicines that emitted a strange light and were steaming hot.
"This is the divine medicine given to us by the Rat G.o.d. It contains the power acc.u.mulated by the Rat G.o.d in his ten thousand years of sleep. Only a warrior who is extremely pious and has overcome all fear can bear it!"
The priests of the Rat G.o.d shouted at the top of their lungs, "Who can bear this power to fight for the Rat G.o.d and seize true glory?!"
"I can!"
"I can seize glory!"
"I, I am the Rat G.o.d"s most devout warrior!"
"Let me do it. Give me the divine medicine, give it to me!"
Under the siege tower, countless rat people stretched out their hands like hungry zombies, eager for the freshest brains and the divine medicine given to them by the priests.
Although they all knew that after taking the divine medicine, more or less, there would be all kinds of side effects.
At worst, they would be exhausted, lying on the bed for several days without being able to move.
At worst, they would die on the spot, their blood evaporating or even burning.
However, after taking the divine medicine, the feeling of being reborn, reborn from the fire, and having their combat strength increased tenfold instantly, enough to contend with the warriors of the clan, still attracted them like a bottomless whirlpool.
Moreover, according to the priests, after consuming the divine medicine, dying from exhaustion on the battlefield was the most sacred and glorious way to die.
When their flesh and blood burned fiercely, their brave and fearless souls would be able to soar straight up to the top of the Holy Mountain and reach the Big-horned Rat G.o.d"s embrace!
All the rat people treated the divine medicine as a shortcut to the Holy Mountain.
Unfortunately, after the escape route ended and the Great Horn Army gradually took the initiative, not all the rat people could get the divine medicine.
In every battle, out of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of rat people, only one to two out of ten warriors could get the divine medicine.
As a result, in order to fight for the divine medicine, there were often fights between people on the same side.
It was the same today.
When the priests threw the divine medicine down from the siege tower, the rat people immediately scrambled to s.n.a.t.c.h it.
Their bloodthirsty red eyes only had the divine medicine, and there was no existence of each other at all. Unknowingly, they fought until their heads were bleeding and their flesh was torn.
Finally, a small number of lucky people s.n.a.t.c.hed the divine medicine. They held it with both hands and could not wait to swallow it.
"Arghh! Ahhh! Rawrrr! Hurghh! Argh! Arghhh!"
The crowd immediately let out maniacal roars.
The bodies of the lucky ones exploded with crackling sounds.
Their skin was being torn apart at a speed visible to the naked eye. Inside the b.l.o.o.d.y wounds, the deformed and swollen flesh was bulging. The moment it came into contact with the air, it became as hard as iron, like pieces of dark red granite.
This batch of divine medicine seemed to be several times more powerful than the divine medicine that the Great Horn Army officer had given to the fugitives when they fled the Blood Hoof Clan"s territory.
The lucky ones who had taken the divine medicine also became monsters that were several times more ferocious and vicious than they were in the past.
These monsters with their flesh torn open cried out in disorder. They waved their arms that were thicker than thighs and emitted a metallic l.u.s.ter, sending all the civilian rat people, who were blocking their path, flying. They took three steps and then two steps before jumping in front of the fierce tiger warriors.
Next, it was the battle between the monsters.
The fierce tiger warrior who was wearing totem armor was naturally not something that the rats who had taken a few divine pills could contend against.
However, facing these extremely strong vitality, even if they took out their hearts, they might not die in a short while. Even if they tore their bellies, they might be able to pull out their intestines and strangle the enemy"s neck.
Even the fierce tiger warriors were a little frightened. Under the totem armor, cold Sweat was seeping out.
Many rats who had taken the divine medicine felt that they had overused their lives. Their internal organs had turned into magma and were about to self-ignite or even self-destruct. They would often roar loudly and charge forward without caring about anything else, they hugged the fierce tiger warrior tightly.
Then, they turned into dazzling fireb.a.l.l.s together with the enemy.
Not to mention, the number of these "lunatics" far exceeded the fierce tiger warriors by ten times.
Plus, these warriors who were stationed in the isolated city at the border and did not have the right to go to Red-gold City to make a blood oath as an alliance and join the Gold Army, were all old, weak, and disabled with their own flaws.
Faced with the fierce attack of the rat subjects who were not afraid of death, they finally lost after desperately resisting for an entire moment.
When the last fierce tiger warrior left the city to face the enemy, he was buried by a mountain of rat corpses.
The Tiger Claw war flag that was flying high above the city tower finally descended slowly.
Seven or eight slanted columns of smoke were ignited in the city.
The city gate on the other side of the rat tide opened. The old, weak, women, and children of the n.o.bles in the city fled in panic, carrying the war flag and the most precious treasures in the temple.
The rat tide advanced rapidly, crossing the city wall in an instant and engulfing the entire town.
Not long after, the Great Horn Army"s war flags were hung on the flagpoles that originally held the Tiger Claw war flags, as well as on seven or eight high points in the city.
"Long live the Rat G.o.d!"
"The Great Horn Army is invincible!"
"All the glory goes to the supreme Big-horned Rat G.o.d!"
The rat subjects who had won the battle became even more fanatical.
Even though their chests had been pierced through, the heavily wounded soldiers who coughed up a mouthful of blood every time they coughed let out hysterical roars.
On the battle flag, there were rat-like skulls covered with deformed great horns. Under the blowing of the smoke, they sneered and listened to the roars that came one after another in silence.
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This small city, which was once named Tiger Claw by the Gold Clan, was now covered in the rat people"s footprints. It had become a sea of celebration.
Countless rat people were waving the war flag and beating the war drums on the city tower. With the loudest noise, they welcomed the new life of the small city.
There were also many rat people dancing with the priests in the square in front of the temple in the center of the small city to thank the Rat G.o.d for his blessings.
There were also some rat people holding hammers, huge axes, shovels, and mops dipped in paint, trying to erase the marks left by the tigermen on both sides of the streets and alleys. Then, they used the Big-horned Rat G.o.d"s battle emblem to brand this city that had just been conquered with a thick and colorful mark.
There were also large groups of rat people, spitting everywhere, bragging about their great achievements in the fierce battle.
According to their words, each of these rat people had killed a fierce tiger warrior.
If their bragging was not discounted, the troops that were stationed in this city earlier were simply a full fierce tiger battle group, with over ten thousand fierce tiger warriors.
Of course, everyone was in high spirits and beaming with joy. The differences in details were not important.
What mattered was that under the Rat G.o.d"s protection and the Great Horn Army"s leadership, they had achieved an unbelievable victory that they did not even dare to think about a month ago.
They were only a short distance away from true freedom and dignity.
Amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Meng Chao and Ice Storm lay at the edge of the injured camp, their faces covered in blood and mud. They looked around coldly and did not fit in with the surrounding atmosphere.
Naturally, Meng Chao was not injured.
He just did not want to join those poor people who were about to die to celebrate a victory that was about to vanish into thin air.
Ever since they had rested for two days and one night in the deep part of the rift between the Blood Hoof Clan and the Gold Clan, their team had pa.s.sed through the meandering underground tunnel and appeared in the Gold Clan"s territory.
Moreover, like a trickle of water flowing into a surging tide, they joined with dozens of other teams of a hundred members into a seemingly endless army and took the initiative to attack the Gold Clan"s city.
At first, Meng Chao thought that he had finally met the Great Horn Army"s main forces whom the military officers and priests had been talking about.
Soon, he found out that the so-called main forces were nothing more than a temporary a.s.sembly of the fugitives who had escaped from the Blood Hoof Clan"s territory two days before them and the rat people who had escaped the territories of the Thunder Clan, the Divine Wood Clan, and the Dark Moon Clan. It was just a large mob.
Other than the expansion of the army by dozens of times, the weapons, organization, command, and logistics were all extremely poor.
The only thing that was sufficient was the Rat G.o.d"s blessing that would arrive in everyone"s dream as scheduled.
That aside, it was just a group of rabble who had almost nothing.
However, it caused a world-shaking storm at the edge of the territory of the most powerful Gold Clan at Picturesque Orchid Lake.