"I still don't understand."
It was not that Ice Storm disagreed with Meng Chao's analysis. She simply could not fathom it, no matter how she racked her brains. "The commander of the Great Horned Legion looks like quite a shrewd figure himself. How could he fail to understand the things you've said?
"Then why would he stand by and watch the army he painstakingly built seek its own death and march toward destruction?"
Indeed, he had been able to simultaneously incite tens of thousands of ratfolk to rise up in the main cities of the Five Great Clans, including Black Horn City.
He had also started from nothing in the cracks between the Bloodhoof Clan and the Golden Clan, raising a force that dared challenge its former masters.
And he had even mastered a great deal of technology inherited from the Ancient Turan People, along with the secrets of the temples.
The mastermind behind the Great Horned Legion was certainly no fool who possessed courage but lacked strategy.
What possible benefit could such a suicidal strategy bring him?
"Of course it brings benefits."
As Meng Chao leisurely sipped the rather thin Mandala Paste, he patiently analyzed the matter for Ice Storm. "Did you notice that across the four siege battles we went through, all the ratfolk warriors who performed especially valiantly, who took the 'divine medicine' and luckily survived without suffering overly severe side effects, or who were exceptionally skilled in combat techniques, all disappeared afterward?"
Ice Storm was slightly taken aback.
The Great Horned Legion had extremely high mobility.
Basically, every day, rebel forces from all over Turanze streamed in to replenish it.
Then, during their muddleheaded marches, troops constantly fell behind or even scattered wholesale, only to be reorganized again.
The sieges they fought through human-wave tactics consumed