Chapter 366, Attack! Attack!

This is an impossible thing, absolutely impossible.

Morale is wavering.

The flag sent out his own guards, those ratmen who offered him absolute loyalty.

The tough suppression is the same strategy as the rat war.

Of course, the flag's guards are still far inferior to those stupid ratmen and those cold-blooded executioners, but times have progressed.

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

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

There is no other reason, because everything they have is firmly tied to the flag.

They are a group of people who are willing to turn into ladders and hold the flag high, because everything they have 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 indifferent wave.

A brutal massacre began.

Anyone who wavered, hesitated, or retreated would be executed by the flag's personal guard.

It was an inglorious massacre, as most of the attacks were sudden, sneaky attacks from the rear, but effective.

Qi's indifferent voice echoed on the battlefield, followed by loud shouts from those crazy guards.

"He who retreats will die!"

There is no more choice, go forward, go forward, and die.

The climb of this towering mountain went from dusk to dawn, with darkness replaced by dawn. The pungent smell of blood filled every corner of the battlefield, coming from the piles of rat-men corpses.

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

The brutal attack came to a halt, but from time to time there were screams from some unlucky guys who streaked across the sky. They were the unlucky guys who had 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 under Qi's expression.

Gradually calmed down.

Announced a retreat for repairs.

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

This grand sacrifice finally brought back to their senses those young rat people who had been in a daze until now.

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.

The flags waving solemnly before the crude altar gave them some comfort.

After all, Qi is still different from Shuzhan. That arrogant guy really never cares how many of those lowly guys gathered around him died.

Left and right are nothing more than things that come and go.

But Qi is different. He is still willing to give some dignity to these ratmen who died ungloriously and in an ordinary and humble way.

The flames rise.

The piled up ratmen corpses turned to ashes in the scorching flames. Soon, the brutal 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 determined siege, then the ratmen warriors he has are definitely not enough.

However, he did not have more reinforcements, he only had this 150,000-strong rat army.

Should we abandon aggressive strategies?
The main strategy was to siege the fortress and deplete the human army in it until they ran out of ammunition and food.

This is not an impossible thing. This towering mountain is not big enough. This is the price of its steepness. The platform opened up on the top of the mountain is almost occupied by the fortress.

However, there are quite a few human troops stationed there.

As long as we maintain a low-intensity consumption and prevent the human army in the fortress from obtaining supplies from the outside world, perhaps in two months, a month, or even a week, the fortress will be breached.

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

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

But should we really pin our hopes on this?

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

The answer is beyond doubt.

No, maybe it’s because the possibility of failure is greater, so the flag should be more conservative.

After all, no matter success or failure, these ratmen warriors gathered in his hands, this not weak ratman army, are all his.

How to decide?

Qi was thinking like this in the broad daylight and under the scorching sun.

Finally, he came up with the answer.

A new round of climbing began at dusk.

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

After another sacrifice.

The old Big Claw 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 difficult.

But there is still hope. What if, what if, there is a group of people willing to bear the horrific cost for the flag, willing to pave the steps to the mountain with their flesh and blood?
So is everything a little more possible?

Yes, this Big Claw Priest is here to bring this possibility to Qi.

In the Ratman Empire, if we simply compare numbers, who could be more authoritative than these Big Claw Priests and the vast number of slave rats in their hands?
Now, the old Great Claw priest is willing to bring such help to the flag.

There is just one problem.

The flag requires a little price, of course, everything has a price, this is the rule of the trade.

Moreover, the request made by the Big Claw Priest was not robbing. He was just acting on behalf of an unknown ratman caravan, who wanted to reach an agreement to allow trade with the proceeds of future wars.

This is a very delicate condition, but it is indeed not taking advantage of someone's misfortune. After all, if one cannot get through this level now, there is no way one can talk about the future of the flag.

Without much thought, Qi chose to agree. The agreement was reached, and with the old Big Claw Priest forcing out a smile, there was a glimmer of hope in the war.

(End of this chapter)