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Accompanied by a deafening bang, a blood-colored red lotus slowly bloomed, and the flames raged in all directions like a tide breaking a bank, blocking one underground gap after another. The air within the range caused tens of times as many snakes, insects, rats and ants to die in the most painful way.

A long time after the flames were extinguished, the Rat Clan, who was battered, but still able to wriggle, crawled into the Shura battlefield with difficulty.

The small eyes of the mung bean have a numb luster, reflecting the cruel Shura hell—on top of the burnt humus, there are shriveled insect eggs, and there are even unformed Zerg inside. It is difficult to crawl out, but in Under the high-temperature roasting, together with the egg shell, it turned into a dead gray crisp statue.

Next to the eggs, there are countless unrecognizable Zerg races. They were originally transformed into hideous and ugly appearances by crazy genetic experiments. Under the willful smearing of flames, they turned into nightmares that even lunatics could not imagine.

Next to the corpses of the Zerg flaming their teeth and claws were the corpses of the Rat Race. The flames treated them equally. No matter how strong their armor was or how sharp their swords were, it was not enough to help them resist the attack of the flames and the hypoxic hell.

The Rats could only entangle with the mutated insects, trying to cut open each other's bodies with sharp knives and fangs, and use each other's blood and body fluids to cool them down a little.

Countless corpses blocked this underground cavity, and the flames and the explosion just now made the geological structure extremely unstable. Soon, a large rock collapsed from above, and the Shura battlefield, as well as the countless corpses on the battlefield, were all destroyed. Buried—perhaps buried forever.

The Rats who were still alive were cleaning the battlefield, patiently crushing the remnants of every mutated insect into powder.

Occasionally, there would be one or two mutated insects that seemed to be completely dead, suddenly burst forth, and delivered the final blow from the scorched carapace.

In most cases, the Rat Clan's vigilance is very high, and they will not let such a dying struggle succeed.

But it is inevitable that there will be some Rat Rat recruits who are entering the battle for the first time. No matter what the veterans teach, they will turn a deaf ear and can only use their own lives as a bloody warning.

The tragic death of these recruits is just a small episode. The war between the Rat Race and the Zerg Race has reached this level. After the powder, a Rat Clan veteran waved a battle flag of the Longfang Kingdom riddled with holes, and inserted it between two rocks that had just collapsed.

Although the battle flag looks a little downcast,

The victorious Rat tribe, especially those recruits who participated in the battle for the first time, still danced and cheered loudly.

In the distance, at the entrance to a crack in the rock leading to Luminous City, the cat eater stood as tall as a human, staring at all this with a blank face, staring at the 125th victory of the Rat Clan.

The cat eater didn't have the slightest ignorant smile like a recruit on his face.

——When it was the first time as the supreme commander, commanding the rat army to defeat the wild mutated insects, it also showed such a smile.

At that time, it even naively imagined that it would use its talents to turn the tide, save the Longfang Kingdom from the brink of collapse, win every battle, eliminate all mutant insects, and ascend to the throne of the king.

The reality is extremely cruel.

Mutated insects that have lost the wisdom of the snake demon are no more difficult to deal with than ordinary insects, and it is not difficult to win a battle.

The problem is that the reproductive capacity and adaptability to the environment of these mutated insects are several times that of ordinary insects. They spread freely like fungi and viruses, spread rapidly, and are everywhere.

It is of no use to win a battle and destroy a breeding base of mutated insects. It will not be long before you will find several times more mutated insects in other crevices and dark corners.

Even if they won a hundred battles and basically controlled all the gaps between Luminous City and the Celestial Laboratory, they would only be able to drive the remaining mutated insects to migrate to deeper and darker underground gaps. It won't take long for them to It will come back, like a never-tiring miniature killing machine.

But the rat race, being mammals, will be tired, fearful, depressed, numb, and will develop all kinds of extremely unstable emotions under heavy pressure.

Also, they are depleted too quickly.

"Death in battle, 234, serious injuries, 456, missing, 1433..."

The cat eater frowned and looked at the consumption of this battle that had just been sorted out.

All the dead, seriously injured and missing here are citizens of the Longfang Kingdom, those Rat Races who have wisdom and have received certain training, and if you count the vassal tribes and slave soldiers, the number is three to five times more. Can't live.

And the so-called "disappearance" is basically synonymous with death in the cruel underground world, so don't think about how much combat power can be saved.

If it is said that the loss of troops can be made up for by trying hard to reproduce, the loss of weapons and supplies is an unbearable pain for cat eaters.

Firecrackers, gunpowder, fuel, bicycle spokes, scalpel blades, canned armor... most of the strategic materials are being consumed at a speed like turning on a faucet, and it is difficult to get replenished.

Even self-made canned armor or iron swords still need sufficient raw materials, and after the high-intensity battles between the Rat Tribe and the Bug Swarm, even a single iron nail in the underground world was scoured by them, and the remaining resources, or It is buried deep in more complicated and dangerous ruins, or beyond the radiation range of the Fang Kingdom, and it cannot quench its thirst far away.

"It's a battle that's not worth the effort."

The cat eater thought to himself, "Continue to consume at such a high intensity, the remaining strategic materials can support at most a dozen or twenty such battles, kill tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of mutated insects, and destroy dozens of them. breeding base.

"But what's the use of that?

"Mutated insects are spreading everywhere. Even if the gaps are cleaned up today, if you don't pay attention, new mutated insects will breed. And outside the radiation range of the Fang Kingdom, in those darker corners, say There may be a new army of mutated insects, waiting patiently for the opportunity to turn into an insect swarm, this kind of war will never end, and there will be no benefit at all."

That's right, war itself is not an end. When the benefits of war are far less than the loss, this is not a victory at all, but a small step towards the abyss of failure. Now the most troublesome thing for cat eaters is that when it After sacrificing countless soldiers and wasting countless strategic materials, it is difficult to reap enough spoils from the mutated insects that turned into ashes.

It's true that they occupied more underground cavities, but after the flames burned, the places where not a single blade of grass could grow, and even the luminous moss could not grow, were of no use at all. If the Rat Clan were to be stationed separately, it would consume precious soldiers and damage the Long and fragile supply lines bring even heavier pressure.

And it was difficult to find high-value loot from mutated insects.

The flesh and blood of most mutated insects are highly toxic, or like mutated spiders and beetles, there is not much meat inside the carapace, and after being burned by flames, they can't even fill the stomachs of the rat tribe.

Unable to support war with battle, they fall into a vicious cycle of slowly losing blood. In the previous "victory" more than a hundred times, the Longfang Kingdom has almost wiped out all the well-trained elite. Until now, many recruits who have rushed into battle are only Not long after he was born, he can't even speak very much, let alone comprehend the orders of his superiors, operate complex weapons, and fight battles in a mess every time.

Just like today, in fact, the Rat Clan has already occupied the absolute advantage on the scene, there is no need to use strategic weapons such as gunpowder and fuel, even if they really want to set fire, it should not be in that extremely unstable position.

Therefore, the cat eaters doubted that it was an accident. The explosion was caused by poor storage or wrong use. They were all wiped out in the explosion and combustion, making it impossible for cat eaters to find the truth.

It only knows that itself, the Longfang Kingdom, and even the Rat Race civilization can no longer afford such a "victory". If possible, it really hopes to find a decent compromise with the Zerg Race.

It's a pity that what it faces is not a smart life with a well-developed brain that knows how to intrigue, but a group of... bugs driven by appetite and survival instinct.