"Beep-"

Behind the intruder's spear phalanx, there was a terrible whistle above the scarlet battle flag.

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

This is the battle cry.

Under the command of Whistle, the six rows of rats in front of the spear phalanx lowered the sharpened spokes of bicycle tires together, and the dense jungle of swords and halberds aimed at the fierce rats that were two to three times larger than them.

"Snort!"

A few high-flying rats were not in a hurry to dodge, and were immediately pierced by the spokes of the bicycle.

The spokes of a bicycle are not a hard thing, but their indomitable flexibility brings another terrifying effect - every time a few bicycle spokes pierce a ferocious mouse, the little mice can use the elasticity of the spokes to flick the ferocious rat into the sky with a flick of their tails, like a string of strange rock sugar gourds.

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

The spear phalanx of the little mice was not in a hurry to attack, but under the accompaniment of whistles, they slowly advanced very rhythmically, and the speed was quite slow, and every few meters they advanced, they had to adjust their formation on the spot, leaving no gaps between them, and they could not be splashed with water.

They are like steel hedgehogs, unhurried towards the enemy.

Without long-range projection firepower, the rat simply could not deal with such an advanced spear phalanx.

A few of the feroches tried to attack from the flanks, only to find that they were facing "sword and shield soldiers" armed with composite canned shields and utility knives.

Each rat stretched out its claws towards the phalanx, facing at least three or four utility knives.

Even if they could tear the shield on the other side, they would have to leave seven or eight deep wounds on their bodies.

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

The living sword halberd jungle devoured them in one bite, and they were stabbed by seven or eight bicycle spokes, turning into another string of sugar gourds, which was their only fate.

The two sides made contact for only five minutes, and the courage of the rats to regroup disappeared again.

After leaving behind a dozen corpses that were full of bloody holes and sparsely rotted like beehives, the remaining fierce rats fled to the carriage with their old and weak women and children shivering.

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

Perhaps it was the pride of the warriors, or perhaps the instinct of the beasts, the bloodthirsty light rolling in the eyes of these rat hunters was not afraid, and they all exploded their hair, looking three or five times larger than the little mice waiting on the other side.

Led by red-haired ferocious rats, they roared like wolves in the wasteland, and then charged.

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

Capture the thief and capture the king first, this red-haired fierce rat turned out to be a natural military strategist, in the moment of life and death, he understood this truth without a teacher, and keenly grasped the defect that the spear phalanx moved slowly and turned ineffectively.

Sure enough, in terms of physical fitness, the little mice in the spear phalanx were far less strong and vigorous than the red-haired ferocious rats and the hunters under them.

They didn't dare to break away, they couldn't pick up their speed, they could only watch as the red-haired feroper passed by their flank—the spokes of the bicycle were too long and elastic to be thrown like javelins, and they couldn't do anything with them.

It's closer, it's closer, the red-haired rats and hunters are getting closer and closer to the scarlet battle flag, and under the battle flag, there are only dozens of seemingly vulnerable little mice, holding pencil sharpeners for primary school students, how can they have any attack power?

The red-haired ferocious rat was extremely excited, and the scorching battle intent bombarded it first, blowing the scarlet battle flag into a hunting sound and crumbling.

That's when the unexpected happened.

Seeing that the red-haired fierce rat was about to be successfully "decapitated", in the darkness behind the opponent's battle flag, an impossible voice suddenly sounded.

"Meow!"

It turned out to be a cat meow.

For mice, especially primitive species such as red-haired ferocious rats, which are still full of animal instincts, the meow of cats is not a death knell.

And that's exactly what happened.

When a terrifying panther cat with turquoise eyes leaped out of the darkness and pounced on it, the red-haired mouse's small eyes were full of shock and fear.

As best he could, he rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the black cat's attack, but at the cost of a deep wound in his back, blood splattered out like a volcanic eruption.

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

The real attack came from behind the black cat.

Behind this black cat, a small cushion is tied with a nylon rope, and the bridles, reins and saddle are all available, and there is another little mouse sitting on it!

This little mouse has the demeanor of a general compared to the little mice under the blood-colored battle flag.

Its body shape is not much different from other little mice, but the hair on its body is crystal clear, and it has a feeling of being carved from white marble, and even has a faint taste of fairy wind bones.

It is covered with armor made of special alloy materials made of military canned food, not simply closing the two pieces of canned scalp back and forth, but real scale armor, connected by rings the size of rice grains, and lined with animal skins, which are tightly fitted without affecting the movement of limbs.

On the head is a small helmet, like a stainless steel soup spoon, which has been tempered to be forged into a shape suitable for a mouse, and a mouse skull is also drawn on it.

The most striking thing is its war knife rolled up with its tail.

It's not a bicycle spoke, it's not a utility knife or a pencil sharpener for elementary school students, it's an artifact that really blows hair and sharpens iron like clay - a scalpel!

For the size of a mouse, the sharp scalpel is a bit too big and heavy.

Moreover, the small short arms and legs of the mouse are not suitable for straddle the cat's back.

But this little mouse is a master of exquisite riding, it hooks its limbs on the nylon rope, and then uses the nylon rope to manipulate the cat, and uses the slender and powerful tail to roll the scalpel untightly, the tip of the knife trembles slightly, always aimed at the red-haired ferocious mouse, the knife is like a poisonous snake spitting letters, just like the extension of limbs.

Before the red-haired ferocious rat could react, the black cat turned around and let out a strange "meow" again.

The cry made the red-haired fierce rat's soul not possess its body, but he didn't notice the sharp edge on the tail of the "cat cavalry" on the black cat's back.

The black cat pounced, the red-haired ferocious mouse flashed, and dodged 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 and dragged it gently, and the knife light naturally slashed through the neck of the red-haired ferocine.

The red-haired ferocious rat didn't realize it, but still rushed forward a few steps, and then lay on the ground with a "click", his head rolling all over the ground, and blood shot out of the cavity with a "poof", leaving a fan-shaped red area in front of him.

In a moment, the red-haired ferocious rat that killed the honey badger half a day ago was beheaded by the cat cavalry, no, it was beheaded by the cat.

It seems to be a lightning fast kill, but there is a precise calculation, Chu Ge even suspects that the little mouse under the scarlet battle flag is a suspicious formation, deliberately luring the other party to "capture the thief and capture the king first", this cat cavalry 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 ferocine with a scalpel, and raised it high.

The fierce rats around him, seeing that the strongest warrior of his tribe died like this, they all let out a cry of grief, completely losing the heart to resist.

The cat cavalry threw the head of the red-haired ferocious rat at them, and many of the ferocious rats first scattered, and then reacted, hurriedly came up to grab the head of the red-haired ferocine, and then, lying on the ground, drooping their tails, showing their surrender.

The cat cavalry hung the scalpel behind the saddle and curled up a dart with his tail.

Under its control, the black cat took two steps back, a lunge, its back arched violently, and a wave-like force was transmitted to the tail of the cat cavalry, and with a "boom", the tail of the cat cavalry shot the dart like a bowstring.

The dart made a terrible arc in mid-air.

In an instant, it swept into the depths of the city of fierce rats.

With a "poof", the dart sank into the stomach of a fat mouse, shooting all its internal organs and nailing it to the ground.

Many of the ferocious rats watched intently, and they all screamed.

It was their priests who were crucified by the darts.