Chapter 366, Attack! Attack!

Chapter 366, Attack! Attack!

This is an impossible thing, absolutely impossible.

Morale is wavering.

Qi sent out his personal guards, those rat guys who offered absolute loyalty to him.

Tough suppression is the same as the strategy of the rat war.

Of course, Qi's personal guards are still much worse than those stupid rats and those indifferent executioners, but the times have also progressed.

When the cold soul gun is pointed at you from behind, the unspeakable fear will naturally come.

These personal guards of Qi are crazy. They regard Qi as the greatest existence, perhaps only one level lower than the great god.

There is no other reason, because everything about them is firmly tied to the flag.

They are a group of guys who are willing to turn into a ladder to hold the flag high, because everything about them is tied to the flag.

In the madness, the guns were pointed at those who hesitated, at those young ratmen who had just stepped onto the battlefield. Fear and panic appeared on the faces of these young guys, and everything was waiting for an order.

All the ratmen on the field set their sights on Qi.

Waiting for Qi's cold wave.

A brutal massacre began.

Anyone who wavered, hesitated, or retreated was executed by Qi's guards.

This was an inglorious massacre, because most attacks suddenly appeared in the rear, despicable sneak attacks, but effective.

Qi's cold voice echoed on the battlefield, and the crazy guards took over the loud shouts.

"The guy who retreated, die!"

There was no more choice, forward, forward, and then die.

For the climb of this towering mountain from dusk to morning, dawn replaced darkness, and the pungent smell of blood filled every corner of the battlefield, coming from the piled up ratmen corpses.

In this attack, the closest the rats came to success was a rat warrior who climbed up the fortress wall, but there was actually no effective progress.

The brutal attack stopped, and from time to time there were some unlucky guys screaming across the sky, those were the unlucky guys who climbed halfway up the mountain and couldn't get down.

Qi's expression was extremely ferocious, but it was obvious that no matter how ferocious it was, the fortress could not fall in Qi's expression.

It gradually calmed down.

It announced a retreat and repair.

At noon, a grand sacrifice was held at the foot of the mountain.

This grand sacrifice made those young rats who were still a little dazed finally come back to their senses.

From the past to the present, these guys have always been cannon fodder, and this will not change because they have attended rat school, or rat university.

In front of the simple altar, the flag waving solemnly gave them some comfort.

Qi is different from Rat Zhan after all. That arrogant guy never cares how many of the lowly guys who gathered around him died.

It's nothing more than something that can be waved away.

Qi is different. He is still willing to leave some dignity to these ratmen who died not gloriously, but died ordinary and humble.

The flames rose.

The piled up rat corpses turned into ashes in the hot flames.

Soon, the tragic offensive will be restarted again.

A very realistic problem is that the ratmen warriors brought by Qi, the 150,000 ratmen army, may not be enough. If he wants to maintain such a decisive siege, then the ratmen warriors in his hands are definitely not enough.

However, he does not have more soldiers to replenish, he only has these 150,000 ratmen army.

Should we give up the radical strategy?

Mainly siege, consume the human army in this fortress until it runs out of ammunition and food.

This is not something that cannot be achieved. This towering mountain is not big enough. This is the price of steepness. The platform opened up on the top of the mountain is almost occupied by the fortress.

And there are quite a few human troops stationed there.

As long as the consumption is maintained at a low intensity and the human army in the fortress is prevented from obtaining supplies from the outside world, perhaps in two months, one month, or even a week, the fortress will be broken without attack.

There is no need to fight to the death like this.

After all, the main force of the Youyan human race is attracted by the more important battlefield on the other side.

But do we really have to pin our hopes here?

The siege will take too long and will bring too many variables. In case of failure, will the temple guards be willing to provide him with funding again?

The answer is beyond doubt.

No, perhaps it is because the possibility of failure is greater, so Qi should be more conservative.

After all, whether it succeeds or fails, these rat warriors gathered in his hands at this time, this not weak rat army, are all his.

How to make a decision?

Qi was thinking about this in the daytime, under the scorching sun.

Finally, he got the answer.

A new round of climbing began at dusk.

Countless fallen ratmen, wailing, screaming, the pervasive smell of blood, bright beams of light across the night, all of this together created a bloody night.

After another sacrifice.

The old big-clawed priest approached Qi.

Now a very difficult problem facing Qi is that he cannot afford the consumption of attacking this high mountain fortress, but he cannot retreat.

This problem makes everything very difficult.

But it is not that there is no turning point. What if, what if, there is a group of guys willing to bear the terrible consumption for Qi, willing to pave the stairs for Qi to climb with flesh and blood?

Then is everything a little more possible?

Yes, this big claw priest is here to bring this possibility to Qi.

In the rat empire, if it is simply a competition of numbers, who can be more authoritative than these big claw priests and the vast number of slave rats in their hands?

Now, this old big claw priest is willing to bring such help to Qi.

There is just a problem.

Qi needs to pay a little price. Of course, everything has a price. This is the rule of trade.

And the request made by the big claw priest is not to take advantage of the fire. He just represents a rat caravan with no reputation. They want to reach an agreement to allow trade with the proceeds of the war in the future.

This was a very delicate condition, but it was not really taking advantage of someone's misfortune. After all, if he couldn't get through this hurdle now, then there was no future for Qi.

Without thinking for long, Qi agreed. The agreement was reached, and with the smile that the old Big Claw priest was trying to squeeze out, there was a glimmer of hope in this war.