Another group of reinforcements rushed up.

Launch! Formic acid is sprayed for the first time.

The intruder twitched.

The formic acid bomb fired this time was not just a stinger, but a thorn.

The intruders rushed around in a panic.

Launch! Formic acid is sprayed again.

The intruder shuddered, his breathing began to become difficult, and his eyes were dizzy.

Formic acid corroded its nerves, leaving it inescapable.

Launch terminated! Soldier ants with large paws swarmed from all directions, biting at its formic acid wounds.

Another group of ants went around and stood on the ruins of the dome in search of the woodpecker's tail, and then began to burrow into the woodpecker's body from the various entrances and exits and wounds it was exposed to, and launched its deadliest attack on the woodpecker......

The intruder was in pain, struggling desperately, rolling from side to side, but it was powerless to fight back.

At this point, another group of ants sneaks into the lungs and sprays formic acid again.

The intruder was choking with great difficulty, and he had no way to recover......

These warriors in armor are like a stream of armored iron, rampage through the intruder's body, overcoming one obstacle after another, and constantly advancing towards the heart of the invader......

It didn't take long for the intruder to give one last twitch and die with a whimper.

Ants from all over the palace poured into this behemoth.

The tunnels are crowded with ants, waving items such as wattle fur or fluff.

The plasterers, worker ants, began to rebuild the damaged dome and tunnels.

Outside the nest, the ants are busy eating the bird.

Distribute cuts of meat, fat, fluff, and bird skins to the various ant city-states that need them.

About 200 million years before humans appeared on this planet, the first ants appeared, and they had to rely on each other.

Ants are the only species of socialized insects that have the ability to attack by force.

Humans and ants have very different views on the passage of time.

For humans, time is absolute, and no matter what happens, every second is equal in length and cycle.

Conversely, for ants, time is relative.

When the weather gets hot, every second becomes very short;

When the weather gets colder, every second begins to twist, extending indefinitely, until the loss of consciousness goes into hibernation.

Their perception of the elasticity of time has led them to have a very different conception of speed from that of humans.

To define an event, insects not only use space and time, they also add a third coordinate—temperature.

Doesn't the ant's body look perfect?

Elegant, rounded lines, perfectly streamlined.

All insect bodies are carefully designed, with limbs wrapped in exclusive slots.

Every joint is a mechanical structure.

The carapace embedded in the body seems to be the result of a computer-designed design.

No squeezing, no friction.

With its triangular head looking up at the sky, its slender feet comfortably resting on the ground to support its body, it looks like a beautiful Ferrari sports car.

With the grip of the claws, you can walk freely on the ceiling and have a wide viewing angle of 180 degrees.

The tentacles can not only receive and emit thousands of messages that we can't see with the naked eye, but the top can also be used as an iron mill.

The abdomen is full of pockets, sieves and compartments that help store the chemical formic acid.

The large jaw can be cut, clamped or grasped, and the body's impressive network of glands releases a variety of odor messages.

The modern ant city-state, after millions of years of continuous division of labor, has led to genetic mutations.

As a result, certain ants are born with huge knife-like jaws that become pincer soldiers.

With its mouth, which can chew grain and insect bones, it can crush wheat to make flour.

They also have vigorous salivary glands that wet and sterilize the larvae.

All worker ants are born infertile, so they become an army of thousands of workers who are not distracted by the hormone stimulation of the mother ants.

Fertility is concentrated in a few professionals – males and females, the equivalent of princes and princesses.

They are born entirely for offspring, are well developed and fully equipped.

There are also all the novelties that have been created to aid in fertility, from wings to infrared monoculars, and antennae that send and receive abstract emotional molecules for conversation.

What would our civilization look like if humans were unable to restrain their main predators, such as jackals, tiger lions, bears, or African hyenas?

It must be an anxious civilization, because it is forever questioning everything.

When primitive humans are singing and dancing, they will ask someone to send a corpse to maintain their sense of distress.

In this way, everyone will remind themselves that life is fragile, that death is always coming, and that we must all be on high alert at all times.

Today, humans have defeated and wiped out the species that threaten them, and some have even been turned into museum collections, so that only viruses remain, and perhaps ants are counted, to make them uneasy.

In contrast, ant civilization developed in a situation where it was impossible to eliminate natural enemies. As a result, the insects have been living in a state of distress, knowing that they have only walked half the way, because even the stupidest relatively good animal can destroy the crystallization of thousands of years of experience and wisdom with just one foot raised.

Sometimes, on a summer walk in the wilderness, people may catch a glimpse of a fly-like insect that is almost trampled by us.

If you look closely, it turns out to be an ant queen. If there is one in the area, it means that there should be more than 1,000 ants nearby.

They wriggle on the ground. Almost all of them were stomped by the soles of people's shoes.

But it seems that these insignificant little things can be gathered together and can do amazing things in large numbers.