Every Ratfolk warrior believed this without a doubt.
They poured a hundredfold devotion and fervor into it, willing to burn their own flesh and blood to ashes to ensure that final victory would arrive sooner.
Within the massive, magma-hot vortex, only Meng Chao retained a clear mind.
He realized that the Great Horned Legion had reached the turning point where it would rise in spirals and vanish in spirals.
Beneath Hundred Blades City lay the Ratfolk's limit.
In no more than a few days, the situation would take a sharp turn for the worse.
The surging Rat Tide, made up of millions upon millions of fanatical Ratfolk, would collapse and scatter in an instant, vanishing into smoke and ashes.
Even the food supply in the Wounded Soldiers Camp revealed clues of this.
At first, because they had seized vast quantities of supplies from the Wolf Clan Reinforcements, the Wounded Soldiers Camp had been amply provisioned, and to a remarkably high standard.
Even ordinary soldiers, after suffering grievous wounds, could enjoy secret medicines carefully prepared by wolf clan shamans and High-Energy Food.
Common foods like Fried Mandala Fruit were available without limit.
As dozens of Ratfolk Rebel Armies converged beneath Hundred Blades City, the Great Horned Legion's logistical pressure abruptly increased tenfold.
Though they seized plenty more spoils through battle after bloody battle, it was not enough to make up for the losses on the battlefield.
As the Wounded Soldiers Camp continued to expand, supplies of food and medicine gradually became stretched thin.
Not only did the quality decline, from secret medicines painstakingly prepared by shamans to ordinary herbs boiled haphazardly.
Roasted Golden Fruit stuffed with cheese became ordinary Mandala Paste, perhaps mixed with a little sour cream at most.
Quantities were also severely restricted, forcing them to implement rationing.
Many