One problem at a time.
Just one problem at a time… And maybe the other problem will somehow resolve itself.
I repeated this to myself as I killed rat after rat. Individually, they really were weak—but the sheer amount of them would've exhausted anyone, eventually.
What was worse, is that they ate their dead, and it added them new strength.
They regained Qi from food!
Before my eyes, a rat's Qi grew bright again after it feasted on its comrade's corpse. After that, it shrugged off several heavy blows from my soldiers, until I ran up to it and kicked it all the way into the burning pyre.
Then I saw the back line of the rats, the one that wasn't caught in the fire, was going to circle the town.
It was going to enter the White Water town from another direction!
After this, it wouldn't matter if the rats attacked us immediately, or went to the remaining food stores and feasted on them. Either way, we weren't going to get rid of them.
