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"Beep—"

Behind the invader's spear phalanx, under the scarlet battle flag, there was a mournful whistle.

Chu Ge saw a black mouse with a particularly big belly, holding a big whistle, and blew it desperately.

This is the call to arms.

Under the command of the whistle, the six rows of small mice in front of the spear phalanx put down the sharpened spokes of the bicycle tires together, and the dense forest of swords and halberds aimed at the ferocious mice that were two to three times their size.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

A few ferocious rats jumped high and did not rush to dodge, and were immediately pierced by the spokes of the bicycle.

Bicycle spokes are not such a hard thing, but their indomitable flexibility just brings another terrifying effect-whenever a few bicycle spokes pierce a rat, the little rats flick their tails lightly, It can use the elasticity of the spokes to throw this ferocious rat into the sky, like stringing a bunch of weird candied haws.

The rest of the ferocious rats were frightened by this shocking scene, and they were in a dilemma.

The phalanx of spears of the little mice was not in a hurry to attack, but under the accompaniment of whistles, they advanced very rhythmically and slowly. Every few meters they advanced, they had to step on the spot to adjust their formation. No gaps are left, so water can't get in.

They are like a steel hedgehog, rolling towards the enemy without any haste.

A ferocious rat without long-range projection firepower cannot deal with such an advanced spear phalanx at all.

A few ferocious rats wanted to attack from the flanks, but after going around, they realized that they were facing "sword and shield soldiers" armed with composite can shields and utility knives.

Every ferocious mouse stretched out its sharp claws towards the phalanx, facing at least three or four attacks from box knives.

Even if they could tear apart the shield on the opposite side, they would still be left with seven or eight deep wounds on their bodies.

While they were entangled, the spearmen behind the sword and shield soldiers had already adjusted their direction.

The living jungle of swords and halberds devoured them in one bite, and they were stabbed fiercely by seven or eight bicycle spokes, turning them into another bunch of candied haws, which was their only destiny.

The two sides contacted for less than five minutes, and the courage of the fierce rats finally regained their strength, and disappeared again.

A dozen of them were left with blood holes,

After the rotting corpse, the rest of the ferocious rats fled into the carriage, shivering with their old, weak, women and children.

Now, the only ones on the battlefield who are still fighting are the red-haired ferocious rat and its hunters.

Perhaps it was the pride of warriors, or the instinct of ferocious beasts. The bloodthirsty light rolled in the eyes of these ferocious rat hunters, but they were not afraid at all. They all blew their hair off, and they looked stronger than the little rats waiting in front of them. Three to five times bigger.

Led by the red-haired ferocious rat, they howled up to the sky like a pack of wolves on the wasteland, and then charged.

Instead of aiming at the front or side of the spear phalanx, it drew an arc, trying to bypass the spear phalanx and directly kill under the battle flag of the little mouse army.

Capture the thief first and capture the king. This red-haired ferocious rat turned out to be a born military strategist. In the moment of life and death, no teacher understood this truth, and he keenly grasped the flaws of the spear phalanx moving slowly and not turning well. .

Sure enough, in terms of physical fitness, the little mice in the spear phalanx were far from being as strong and vigorous as the red-haired ferocious mouse and its hunters.

They didn't dare to leave the battle formation at all, unable to speed up, they could only watch helplessly as the red-haired ferocious rats circled by their flanks—the spokes of the bicycles were too long and too elastic to be thrown like javelins. The red-haired ferocious rat had nothing to do.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the red-haired ferocious mouse and the hunters are getting closer and closer to the scarlet battle flag. Under the battle flag, there are only a few dozen seemingly vulnerable little mice, holding a pencil sharpener for elementary school students. Have a little attack power?

The red-haired ferocious rat was extremely excited, and its scorching fighting intent hit it first, blowing the scarlet battle flag into a fluttering sound, and it was on the verge of falling.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Just when the red-haired ferocious rat was about to successfully "decapitate", in the darkness behind the opponent's battle flag, a voice that could never exist suddenly sounded.

"Meow!"

It turned out to be meowing.

For mice, especially the primitive species like the red-haired ferocious rat, which has just opened up its intelligence and still has a lot of animal instincts, the meowing of cats is not stingy as a death knell.

And it is true.

When a cat with green eyes, like a black panther, jumped out of the darkness and rushed towards it, the small eyes of the red-haired ferocious mouse were full of shock and fear.

He tried his best to roll on the spot and escaped the black cat's pounce with great difficulty, but the price was a deep bone wound on his back, and blood spurted out like a volcanic eruption.

And that's not the end, not even the actual attack.

The real attack came from behind the black cat.

Behind this black cat, there is a small cushion tied with a nylon rope, complete with bridle, rein and saddle, and there is another little mouse sitting on it!

This little mouse is more general-like than the little mice under the scarlet battle flag.

Its body shape is not much different from other small mice, but its hair is crystal clear, and it feels like it is carved from white marble, and even has a faint taste of immortality.

It is covered with armor made of special alloy materials made of military cans. It is not simply two pieces of canned skin that are put together back and forth, but real scales, connected by rings the size of rice grains, and lined with animal skins. Strictly fit without affecting the movement of limbs.

There is a small helmet on the head, which looks like a stainless steel spoon. It has been forged into a shape suitable for mice after a lot of tempering. There is also a pattern of a mouse skull drawn on it.

The most eye-catching thing is the saber it curls up with its tail.

It is not a bicycle spoke, nor a utility knife or a pencil sharpener for elementary school students, but an artifact that really cuts hair and cuts hair like mud—a scalpel!

A sharp scalpel is a bit too big and heavy for a mouse's size.

Moreover, the short arms and short legs of the mouse are not suitable for straddling the back of the cat.

But this little mouse is a master of riding skills. It hooks its limbs on the nylon rope, and then uses the nylon rope to manipulate the cat. The tip trembled slightly, always aiming at the red-haired ferocious rat, and the light of the blade was like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, just like an extension of the limbs.

Before the red-haired ferocious mouse could react, the black cat turned around and let out another strange cry of "meow".

The screeching made the red-haired ferocious mouse lose its mind, but it didn't notice the sharp point on the black cat's back and the tail of the "cat cavalry".

The black cat pounced, and the red-haired ferocious mouse dodged, dodging the second pounce, but lost its balance and the timing of the third dodge.

The cat cavalry didn't need to open and close at all, just dragged the scalpel lightly, and the light of the knife naturally slashed across the neck of the red-haired ferocious rat.

The red-haired ferocious rat didn't realize it, and still rushed forward a few steps, and then lay down on the ground with a "slap", its head rolled all over the ground, and blood spurted out from its cavity with a "poof", leaving behind A fan-shaped red area.

In a short while, the red-haired ferocious mouse that killed the honey badger half a day ago was chopped off by the cat cavalry, no, it was chopped off by the cat.

The seemingly lightning-fast beheading has precise calculations. Chu Ge even suspects that the little mice under the scarlet battle flag are all suspicious, deliberately luring the other party to "capture the thief first and capture the king". This cat cavalry, He is the real leader of this mysterious mouse army.

The cat cavalry stepped forward, leaned over beautifully, picked up the head of the red-haired ferocious mouse with a scalpel, and raised it high.

The ferocious rats around, seeing the strongest warrior of their own tribe dying like this, cried out in mourning, completely losing their will to resist.

The cat cavalry threw the head of the red-haired ferocious rat towards them, and the many ferocious rats scattered at first, then reacted, and hurriedly rushed up to snatch the head of the red-haired ferocious rat, and then lay down on the ground, drooping their tails, showing that The meaning of surrender.

The cat cavalry hung the scalpel on the back of the saddle, and curled a dart with its tail.

Under its control, the black cat backed up two steps, sprinted, and arched its back suddenly. A wave-like force was transmitted to the cat cavalry's tail. The dart was shot.

The dart drew a mournful arc in midair.

In an instant, it swept to the depths of the Rat City.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the dart completely sank into the belly of a fat mouse, blasting all its internal organs, and directly nailed it to the ground.

Many ferocious rats watched intently, and all screamed.

It was their priest who was nailed to death by darts.