I couldn't stand the constant urging of this queen of my age - she kept gently stinging me in the stomach. I got up and prepared to set off on the hunt.

She always likes to go hunting with me, and I know it's because I'm the best hunter, or at least better than her. And with me, she has eaten delicious aphids, which I remember very well, but she also does. So, she loves to be with me.

But I won't refuse her, she's a queen ant and is born with a high status. And the ant eggs in her stomach are also very important, I have this realization, for the sake of the tribe, I have to feed her as much as possible.

Our tribe's nest is located under a thick weed, hiding in the shadows, a rare shade in this desolate hill.

There is a high mound of sealed earth at the mouth of the nest.

When I jumped from the dry grass branches, I fell right on the pile of sealed soil, smashing the soft sealing soil into a pit.

The queen didn't dare to jump after me, and although she bounced well, her visibly bloated belly hindered her movements.

I waited for her to slowly climb down from the grass and then walk together to the bottom of the hill.

The further up the hill there is less vegetation and less prey, while the valleys at the bottom of the hills have plenty of delicious game.

However, the valley belongs to another tribe. It was from this tribe that our tribe easily snatched the barren hills, but they would never give up this rich valley.

With the queen ant, I didn't plan to venture into the valley, and I could find a lot of suitable prey in the vegetation at the foot of the hills.

Turning around the scattered stones, dead branches and grass, we approached the hunting grounds.

The vegetation in front of me finally became dense.

On the hills, where the tribe's nests were, there were only bare stones, scattered weeds growing in betweed, and few plants. But here at the foot of the mountain, shrubs and weeds have joined together and are lush.

Although there are no tall trees, many prey prefer to move in shrubs and grasses.

Hunting is not a difficult task for my kind, and the oldest queen tells us that God has given us strong bounces, sharp stings, and sharp palates, and has given us all the prey in the world as a group of valiant hunters.

But how to spot prey is a science, and the reason why I am better than other hunters is because I am good at spotting prey.

The queen ant followed me closely, and although she was nobler than me, she always followed me unconditionally when hunting, and seemed very trusting.

I led her to the top of a dry bush that was as tall as a hundred warriors end to end, and there were no leaves to obscure the view.

At the top of the tree, I looked around, looking for prey.

This is the secret of my hunting, standing high and looking far, although simple, but practical.

I've fought with outsiders and degenerates, and they're almost blind. But I'm different, and my people are different, and we can clearly see the cracks in the prey tentacles within a distance of fifty warriors end to end, and we can see the moving prey wheel corridor at a distance of many distances.

Although the eyesight is good, spotting prey is not that easy.

I slowly turned my huge compound eyes around, not missing the slightest trace.

Soil, sand, rocks, blades of grass, branches, stems, fallen leaves, mushrooms, humus. These still lifes disappeared from my eyes, and all that was left in my eyes was the objects with movement.

There was a slight fluctuation in the left front, and after staring for a moment, I was sure it was a dry fiber tossed by the wind.

There was a large blade of grass in front of me, which was also caused by the wind, and it disturbed me a lot.

As far as the eye could see, I saw not a single prey. This is normal, most of the prey has a protective color, it is difficult to tell if it is too far away, and I can only tell it when they move. And if they just stop to eat, it's hard to find.

But I still had a catch, and some distance in front of the right, a blade of grass swayed abnormally twice.

It wasn't a swing blown by the wind, but a flutter caused by something falling on it. I thought there was probably prey on that blade of grass, and although my view was blocked, I couldn't be wrong with the vibrations.

I moved straight towards the blade of grass without a greeting, the queen ant followed closely behind me.

Soon coming to the vicinity of the blades of grass, I stopped and did not come closer. It's a safe distance, most prey can't see me at this distance, and I can see them!

The queen ant also stopped, and there was always a tacit understanding between our people when hunting.

I moved around to the left, and the queen to the right. We were moving in order to find the hidden prey.

After a few steps, I didn't find a target, but I stopped because I saw the queen swinging her belly rhythmically.

Her bloated belly was pouting high, swaying from side to side. I know, she's found prey.

I ran lightly, to her side, and in the direction of her head, I saw the prey.

It was a fat German cockroach, about my size, round and flat, with a yellow-brown carapace. It's on the back of the leaf, reaching for its head to eat the grass seed next to it.

No wonder I couldn't see it before, its body was hidden behind the blades.

Actually, I don't like this prey, its meat is not delicious, and it smells bad. On the contrary, their egg pods are more delicious, and when they are bitten open, they are filled with white pulp rich in nutrients.

However, the queen ant is clearly hungry, and she is interested in the protein-rich food in front of her. Her abdomen writhed faster and faster, a sign that she was ready to attack.

I had to keep up, overtake the queen and climb to the front, ready to hunt.

I had faith in myself, but not in the queen, whose belly was even more bloated than before, was slowing her movements, and if she was allowed to get first, the prey would probably escape.

I quietly moved to the side and rear of the German cockroach, and with the cover of the blades of grass, I approached it little by little, quickly and lightly.

Only when the prey turns around does I stop and quickly hide my figure. The other party is also very sensitive, I can't be careless, the slightest wind and grass will scare this guy away, and its speed is also very fast.

The queen ant is following me, and I'm almost at the attack!

But just as I was about to leap high and deliver a fatal blow to my prey, I stopped.

My instinct stopped me, and that instinct saved me countless times, I don't know why, but I stopped. The queen stopped moving and looked at me suspiciously.

I shook my head and circled around, looking for something......