Rumble!

With a deafening loud bang, a blood-colored red lotus bloomed, and the flames raged in all directions like the tide of a broken embankment, blocking one underground crack after another, not only burning countless creatures to ashes on the spot, but also draining the air in a larger area, causing ten times as many snakes, insects, rats and ants to die in the most painful way.

Long after the flames were extinguished, there were only a few people who were scorched, but they could still squirm, and they struggled to climb the Shura battlefield.

The mung bean's small eyes glowed with a numb luster, reflecting the cruel Shura Hell - above the burnt humus, there were shriveled insect eggs, and there were even unformed Zerg inside, struggling to crawl out, but under the high temperature, they turned into crispy statues of dead gray along with the egg shells.

Next to the eggs, there are countless unrecognizable Zerg, who have been transformed into hideous and ugly appearances by crazy genetic experiments, and under the wanton smearing of the flames, they have become nightmares that even madmen can't imagine.

Next to the corpses of the Zerg is the corpse of the rat, and the flames are indiscriminatory, no matter how strong their armor and how sharp their swords are, they are not enough to help them resist the invasion of flames and the hell of lack of oxygen.

The rats can only be entangled with the mutant insects, trying to cut each other's bodies with sharp blades and fangs, bringing a slight coolness to each other's blood and bodily fluids, and in the end, they still inevitably end up together.

Countless corpses clogged the cavern underground, and the flames and the explosion made the geological structure extremely unstable, and soon, a large rock collapsed above, burying the Shura battlefield and the countless corpses on the battlefield, all of them - perhaps forever.

The still alive rats are cleaning up the battlefield, patiently crushing the remains of each mutant worm into powder.

Occasionally, one or two mutant worms, seemingly completely dead, would suddenly burst out and deliver the final blow from the charred carapace.

In most cases, the rat people are very vigilant and will not let such a dying struggle succeed.

But it is inevitable that there will be some rat recruits who are entering the battle for the first time, no matter how the veterans teach them, they will turn a deaf ear, and can only use their own lives as a bloody lesson for the future.

The tragic death of these recruits is just a small episode, the war between the rat and the zerg has come to this point, and no matter how many casualties there are, it is just a string of numbers that will soon be forgotten, when the last mutant worm on the battlefield was crushed into powder, a rat veteran waved a battle flag of the fanged kingdom full of holes, and inserted it between two rocks that had just collapsed.

Despite the somewhat dejected appearance of the battle flag, the victorious rat clans, especially those recruits who were participating in the battle for the first time, danced and cheered loudly.

In the distance, at the entrance to a rock crevice leading to Luminous City, the Cat Eaters stood like humans, staring at it all with a blank face, staring at the one hundred and twenty-fifth victory of the rats.

There was not a hint of a recruit's ignorant smile on the cat-eater's face.

- When it first commanded the rat army to defeat the wild mutant insects for the first time as the supreme commander, 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 Fang Kingdom from the brink of overthrow, win all battles, destroy all mutant insects, and ascend to the throne of king.

The reality is brutal.

The mutant worm that has lost the wisdom of the snake demon is not much more difficult than the ordinary worm, and it is not difficult to win a battle.

The problem is that the reproductive ability and adaptability of these mutant insects are several times that of ordinary insects, and they are spread wantonly like fungi and viruses, spreading rapidly and everywhere.

It is not very useful to win a battle and destroy the breeding base of a mutant worm, and it will not be long before a number of mutant worms will be found in other crevices and dark corners.

Even if they win a hundred battles and basically control all the crevices between Luminous City and the Celestial Laboratory, they will only drive the remaining mutant worms to migrate towards the deeper, darker underground crevices, and it won't be long before they will make a comeback, like tireless miniature killing machines.

But as mammals, the rat people will be tired, afraid, depressed, numb, and under heavy pressure, they will give birth to all kinds of extremely unstable emotions.

Moreover, they are consumed too quickly.

"Battle killed, 234, seriously wounded, 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 wounded and missing here are the citizens of the Fang Kingdom, those who have wisdom and have a certain amount of training, and if you count the vassal tribes and slave soldiers, the number is three or five times more than that of the slaves.

And the so-called "disappearance", in the cruel underground world, is basically synonymous with death, and there is no need to think about how much combat power can be saved.

If the loss of troops can be compensated for by vigorous breeding, the loss of weapons and materials is even more unbearable pain for cat eaters.

Firecrackers, gunpowder, fuel, bicycle spokes, scalpel blades, canned armor...... The vast majority of strategic materials are being consumed at a rapid rate of unscrewing a faucet, and it is difficult to replenish them.

Even the canned armor or iron blades that can be made still need sufficient raw materials, and after the high-intensity battle between the rat clan and the insect tide, even a single iron nail in the underground world has been looted by them, and the remaining resources are either buried in the depths of the more complex and dangerous ruins, or beyond the radiation range of the Fang Kingdom, far from quenching the thirst.

"It's a battle that doesn't outweigh the losses."

The cat eater thought to himself, "If this kind of high-intensity consumption continues, the remaining strategic materials can support a dozen or twenty such battles at most, killing tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of mutant insects, and destroying dozens of their breeding bases."

"But what's the use of that?

"Mutant insects spread everywhere, even if the cracks are cleaned up today, if you don't pay attention to it, there will be new mutant insects breeding, and outside the radiation range of the Fangs Kingdom, in those darker corners, maybe there is a new army of mutant insects, patiently waiting for the opportunity to turn into a wave of insects, such a 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, just a small step towards the abyss of defeat, now the most headache for cat eaters is that when it sacrifices countless soldiers and consumes countless strategic materials, it is difficult to harvest enough spoils from the mutant insects that have turned into ashes.

Yes, they occupy more of the cavities underground, but after these flames are burned, there is no grass to grow, and even the night moss cannot grow, there is no use at all, and if you want to send the rat tribe to garrison it, it will also consume valuable troops and put more pressure on the long and fragile supply lines.

And from the mutant bugs, it is also difficult to find high-value loot.

The flesh and blood of most mutant insects are violently poisonous, or like mutant spiders and beetles, there is not much meat in the carapace at all, and after being burned by the flames, it can't even fill the stomach of the rat clan.

In the previous more than 100 "victories", the Long Fang Kingdom has almost wiped out all the well-trained elites, and now, many recruits who have rushed into battle have just been born, and they can't even speak, let alone comprehend the orders of their superiors, operate weapons with complex structures, and fight in a mess every time.

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

Therefore, the cat eaters suspected that it was an accident, and that it was due to poor storage or misuse that caused the explosion, which turned the original big victory with little loss into a bitter victory, but unfortunately the troops responsible for the storage and use of gunpowder were all wiped out in the explosion and burning, so that the cat eaters could not find the truth.

It only knew that itself, the Fangs Kingdom, and even the rat civilization could not withstand such a "victory", and if possible, it really hoped to seek a decent compromise with the Zerg.

It's a pity that it is not facing intelligent beings with well-developed brains and knowing how to deceive, but just a group of people driven by appetite and survival instincts...... Bugger.