The Earth People are so Fierce

"Red Bear, you are right. If it's just me, I swear, even if there is a sea of ​​swords and blazes in front of me, I will be willing to go hand in hand with you and roll over. It is battered and bloody, even if it is burned in two. Tuan Coke, never frown!"

The coyote gritted his teeth, "However, we still have so many brothers under our hands, so many who have followed us for so many years, rushing out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, and entrusting the hometown elders and dead colleagues, brothers who are eagerly looking forward to!

"All of them are hard-core guys. If they can live an extra day, there will be more hope for the career of thousands of rats. It doesn't matter if the two of us die. Do you want so many good brothers? Is my life ruined here for nothing?"

The red bear snorted coldly, just about to refute.

However, the coyote wielded a crescent-like war knife, tearing waves of ripples in the air, and said with a strong tone: "Open your eyes and recognize the reality, Red Bear, we have nowhere to go!

"As long as there is a silver lining, I am unwilling to make such a shameful choice.

"But how difficult our situation is, you know as much as I am!

"Originally, we were on the verge of running out of ammunition and food.

"Even if you and I are in command, the most elite core combat force in the White Bone Camp has only three to five days of ration reserves left.

"Many of the fraternal forces in the periphery who are responsible for supporting us are reduced to the point where they have to uproot the mandala tree and harvest the tumors on the roots!

"All the Ratmen warriors, all stood firm with one breath, trying to survive until the city of Hundred Blades was breached and a large amount of armaments and ordnance were seized.

"But the big fire in the city of Hundred Blades last night burned the breath in our hearts completely.

"After this, it seems that even the big horned rat **** has abandoned us-in front of your eyes, there should also be a majestic rat god, gradually withering, decaying, and perishing illusion, right?

"If this is not a sign that the Big Horn Legion is about to collapse, why, so many people have the same terrifying illusion before their eyes?

"There are so many priests who can directly hear the voice of the Lord Saintess, commanding the entire army like an arm directing a finger.

"But they are all crazy. It is not that the seven orifices bleed and the brain burst; it is the brain that burns spontaneously, and the whole head turns into a magical burning torch; even mentally collapses, they become crazy-like warriors of the origin-without these priests, conveying the saint Your lord's command, the entire Big Horn Legion, is a mess of sand!

"As for the saint herself, haven't we all sent a small group of reconnaissance troops to investigate her camp in the depths of the stone forest, trying to get the news?

"As a result, what did we see-the burning camp, the fratricid fellows, the deformed and twisted origin warrior, the stumped arms and the dry pool of blood all over the floor, just didn't see the figure of the ancient dream saint!

"What does all this mean, do you still have to tell me the cruel answer?"

The corners of the red bear's eyes, mouth and body muscles twitched together, and shouted hoarsely: "No, Lord Saint will never die unexplainedly. You shouldn't shake your military spirit here!"

"Even if the Saintess is still alive, she can no longer control any of the troops. This is a fact that anyone can see with eyes, hear with ears, and cannot be refuted!"

The mountain dog said helplessly, "Under this situation, what can you do to keep so many brothers alive?"

"I-"

The red bear was stunned for a long time, and furiously said, "Even if I can't let my brothers live upright, at least I can take everyone to death vigorously, and die like a real Turan warrior!"

"Then, what can we get from our death?"

Coyote aggressively said, "It can be exchanged for the victory of the city of Hundred Blades, it can be exchanged for the mandala fruit full of pits, it can be exchanged for the head of'Jackal' Kanus, and there are so many wolves, tigers and leopards. The head can still give us a way out for our relatives in our hometowns, and for the tens of thousands of fellow rat people?"

The Red Bear was speechless for a while.

The two big hands that resemble cattail fans, and the mace gripped as hard as iron, both "click, click, click," rattle like dry branches.

"If our death can be exchanged for these things, even if we can exchange some of them, or even the hope of achieving some of the goals, my coyote is willing to die with you, together with the battle-tested and fierce under my hands. The old brother who is not afraid of death, whoever blinks half his eyelids is a lowly species without an ancestor spirit!

"But, is it possible? Just based on our current situation, is it useful to rush to the wolf tribe army that is waiting? Can you get the slightest result?

"Death is easy. Just wide your eyes, puff your chest, yell meaninglessly, rush forward like a headless fly, and you will soon die comfortably, and you don’t have to worry about living in this place anymore. On the cruel earth, all the compatriots who have been cursed.

"But it's hard to live. It's so hard, so hard, to live with humiliation for the future of thousands of fellow rat people.

"If you can't figure it out, you can't do it, I don't blame you.

"But I still hope that you, Red Bear, my best brother, can see that we have been fighting together so many times in the past to save each other's lives, trust me again, live, and help me!"

The red bear gritted his teeth and remained silent.

A brawny man standing like a brown bear, holding a mace that was thicker than his own thigh in his hand, but still trembling and swaying.

I don't know if it is due to lack of physical strength, anger, or falling into despair that can't be resisted even after death.

"Surrender, Red Bear, help the Big Horn Legion save the last seed, and save the last hope for the thousands of rat people."

The mountain dog closed his eyes, and two turbid hot currents rolled out of the corner of his eyes. He sighed, "It is the so-called'natural selection of things, the strong is respected.' Surrendering to the strong is originally the tradition of the higher orcs.

"After the five clans fight for the front, the four disadvantaged clans must express their surrender to the most powerful clans.

"At that time, whether it is a bloodhoof warrior with a violent personality or a thunder and lightning warrior with a violent nature, they will lower their arrogant heads-even they don't feel that this is a shame that tarnishes the glory of the ancestor spirit. Those of us have been caught by the big horned rat god. Abandoned, the rat people who have nowhere to return, what are they still insisting on?

"Besides,'Jackal' Kanus is different.

"He is different from the barbaric, rude, cruel, and short-sighted patriarchs and chiefs we have seen before, who don't treat the rat people as human beings.

"According to the brothers who have already gone there, they passed the news and said that the Jackal Kanus not only strictly restrains the troops, never engages in the slightest killing, surrender, or capture of prisoners. After the ratman warrior ran over, The treatment he enjoyed was almost the same as that of a wolf cavalry.

"Even, the dignified Wolf King personally appeared in front of the Shumin's descending soldiers, calmed everyone's emotions, and publicly made many magnanimous promises.

"Some brothers heard the Jackal Kanus say with their own ears that between the wolf tribe and the rat people, there was originally no **** feud that was so strong that they could not be resolved. The reason why the wolf tribe met the rat militia on the battlefield, It's nothing more than being persecuted by the Ligers and being ordered to do things—the reason why the Ligers didn't dispatch their elites, they forced the Wolf Warriors to come and lose the Ratmen Warriors. Who knows what the idea was!

"From a certain point of view, the wolf tribe and the rat people are both involuntarily pawns.

"The brilliant performance of the Big Horn Legion on the battlefield has deeply aroused the respect of all the wolf warriors, including him, and believes that those of us who have been tempered and escaped from the sword and the sea of ​​fire are all strong. A warrior who is qualified to fight alongside them.

"So, as long as we are willing to lay down our weapons-it doesn't matter if we don't. As long as we are willing to obey the command of the Wolf King, he will do his best to preserve the commanders of the Great Horn Army at all levels and the organization of the troops at all levels. Let the Ligers and other clans hold us accountable, instead, let the Big Horn Legion continue to exist with another look!"

When the red bear heard this, he turned angrily and asked in a cold laugh: "Coyote, you actually believe in the nonsense of'Jackal' Kanus?"

"I said, we have no choice!"

The coyote was also annoyed, "If the Great Horned Rat hasn't abandoned us, and the Lord Saint is still alive, as long as they can bring us even the slightest revelation and sign, even if the jackal Kanus drives out no matter how high it is. No matter how sincerely I make a promise, I won’t look at him for a while.

"But now, the promise of "Jackal" Kanus is the only life-saving straw we can grasp.

"Furthermore, I have pondered it seriously. The Wolf King said it is not unreasonable. The battle of the five races and the battle of glory has begun. After that, there will be wars that have lasted for at least several decades. Will all the veterans who have gone through all the battles be killed?"

"Even if the enemy doesn't kill us for the time being, it's just to tie us to the front of the battlefield and act as cannon fodder!" the red bear roared.

"Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, at least for the time being. As long as you live, there is hope, and there may be a turning point in your life. Throughout the ages, there have been few legends from cannon fodder to general. Why can't you and my brother become a new legend? "The Coyote retorted.

"Shut up, whatever you say, I would rather die than surrender!" The red bear was furious.

"What about your brothers, do you want them to be buried with you one by one?"

The coyote was equally embarrassed and angry, "For thousands of years, why have the rat people been bullied by everyone? It's because we are too weak! Now, the Lord Saint and us have had a hard time, and it has worked so hard to cultivate so many rat people. After breaking through the sea of ​​blood all the way through the dead mountain, those who are still alive are right in front of you and me!

"As long as the strong mouse people in front of you and me are still alive, when others want to bully the mouse people, they must always weigh them; but you want them to be buried with you. You, you are going to ruin the mouse people in the end. Hope!"