The priest, who was already fat-headed and big-eared, was nailed to the ground by darts, and it looked more and more like a round ball—but as blood and gushing out, the ball was rapidly deflated, and in an instant it turned into a shriveled puddle of flesh.

Chu Ge held his small head and lay not far from the priest, seeing the priest's tragic death vividly.

He thought to himself, this "cat cavalry" is probably not just as simple as opening up spiritual intelligence, it is very likely to be the "awakened one" in the rat clan, with superpowers such as infinite power and even psionic entanglement.

The reason is very simple, ordinary darts penetrate through, and it is impossible to cause a terrifying effect like bullet implosion, and it actually blew up a big hole with broken tendons and broken bones and sparse flesh and blood from the belly to the back of the priest at once.

Where is this dart, it's a flying sword!

So, the rat clan can also cultivate?

This is not surprising, the little palace master once told Chu Ge that there are many demons and monsters in the immortal cultivation world that can cultivate, and there was once a nine-tailed demon fox that had been cultivating for hundreds of years, transformed into a human form, mixed into the cultivation sect to talk about it, made Taoist friends, and was discovered only after decades of circulation—these were all anecdotes recorded in the immortal cultivation notes of the predecessors.

This rat tribe that can cultivate, as well as its army, including the kingdom behind the army, obviously has evolved to a more advanced civilization stage than the fierce rat tribe that is still in the primitive obscurantist stage, and it is more valuable to explore.

Chu Ge was secretly glad that he didn't have the impulse to fight with the fierce rats at the beginning, or disconnected and ran away early—then he wouldn't be able to come into contact with such a strange "rat war".

He made up his mind that he must survive, see the truth of the rat kingdom clearly, and then find a way to climb to the ground to report.

After scanning the surroundings, the cat cavalry and its army did not mean to kill them all, but only used their spears to drive the fierce rats scattered everywhere together.

To be honest, the bike spokes aren't very aggressive when they spread out and it's easy to get around from the side.

But the first warrior of the tribe was killed by the enemy, the priest was pierced through the heart by a dart, and the remaining fierce rats were leaderless and scattered, so how could there be any stubbornness?

Under the sharp spearhead poke, they all drooped their tails, gathered together, and were guarded by the "sword and shield soldiers".

In addition, a large number of fierce rats panicked and fled to the depths of the carriage, the environment inside was unknown, and the cat cavalry did not want to rush in to investigate.

The way to drive them out is simple.

A couple of small mice came over with their tails dragging a firecracker and a lighter.

The cat cavalry personally lit the fuse, flicked its tail hard, and the firecracker fell into the depths of the carriage along the gap in the door that was not tightly closed.

I heard a "crackling" sound, the pungent smell of gunpowder and the thick smoke of gunpowder gushing out together, and then, there was another burst of chickens and dogs jumping and piercing screams, and hundreds of fierce rats ran out dizzily and fled in all directions.

At this time, the power of the sentry is revealed.

The first whistle and the one-sided slaughter just now have left an indelible impression on the minds of the rats, forming a stimulus similar to the "Pavlov conditioned reflex".

At this moment, I heard the sharp whistle all around, and these fierce rats were all so frightened that their limbs were weak, their muscles spasmed, they foamed at the mouth, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The pain of the spear stabbing turned them into marionettes, and they were driven together, trembling and looking in horror at the invaders—nay, the conquerors.

Chu Ge was also among the captives.

He saw that in terms of the aesthetics of a mouse, he was quite a jade tree with a handsome and elegant appearance, which was incompatible with a fierce mouse, but rather a close relative of a conqueror.

But he was not stupid enough to pounce on the conqueror, and volunteered to lead the way.

After all, the battle has just ended, and it is inevitable that the fierce rat tribe will produce a few unruly warriors to emulate Jing Ke's feat of assassinating King Qin.

At this time, it is not worth it to catch up and be stabbed to death by a shot from the conqueror.

Chu Ge believed that with the wisdom of the conqueror, he would soon see that such an outstanding existence as himself was different from other fierce rats.

Next, the conquistadors used dozens of bicycle spokes to stick around the captives, forming a large cage that leaked on all sides.

Then they dragged the corpses of the priests' intestines through the stomach and the red-haired ferocines with their heads, including the remains of the plastic beckoning cat, and doused them with a large amount of gunpowder that had been removed from the firecrackers.

The cat cavalry used its tail to light the fuse himself, and in a short time, a fireball that had never been seen before erupted in the center of the city of fierce rats.

In the midst of the exclamations of the captives or despair, or collapse or trembling or disbelief, the priests, the red-haired ferocious rats and the beckoning cats were burned to the ground in a small lump of black, and could no longer distinguish between you and me.

In this obvious way, the conqueror told his captives that the warriors, priests, and even gods you are proud of are nothing more than a ball of shit.

I have to say that this good show has dealt a heavy blow to the souls of the captives - if the captives have souls.

Next, most of the captives were like empty shells, lying in place, watching the conqueror's actions.

The conquistadors' phalanx of spears, swords and shields, and "artillery" units that set off fireworks all spread out in small teams to the depths of the city of fierce rats, and with a keen sense of smell and touch, they searched for a large amount of supplies.

Strips of meat, pieces of meat, sharp broken bones, empty canned food boxes, all kinds of strange little things collected from the ruins of human cities, all sorted and neatly stacked aside.

In a short time, the conquerors plundered all the materials that the rat tribe had worked hard to hunt, collect, and accumulate.

Then, from behind the ruins, the conquistadors dragged out dozens of large milk powder cans.

The sides of the milk powder can are also wrapped with strong nylon ropes and wires for rats or other creatures to drag.

It would seem, this is their "wagon".

The conquistadors methodically stuffed all kinds of supplies into large milk powder cans.

Even the most dull captives realized the plans of the conquerors and began to stir up.

Perhaps before they turned on their sanitity, they were unaware of the importance of storing supplies as ordinary rats.

But now, they have enjoyed the benefits of tribal settlement, and can no longer tolerate the precarious and displaced.

For a while, the captives were in a commotion, and several fierce rats dared to "squeak" and scream.

Naturally, the spokes of the bicycle stabbed mercilessly, causing them to pout their heads and pout their butts into the captive pile.

Spotting the commotion here, the cat cavalry slowly walked towards them.

It still rode the big cat that looked like a panther - well, the ratio of mice to cats was even more disparity than the ratio of humans to panthers, and the suffocation of being gazed at condescendingly by predators four or five times more than itself was indescribable.

Even Chu Ge, who had a human soul and could escape at any time, felt an uncontrollable tremble.

The spears that had been used to imprison them had instead been turned into some kind of protective device, and all the captives were so frightened that they shrank in the middle of the cage and piled up into a wriggling mountain of meat.

Only a very small number of fierce rats, including Chu Ge, could remain calm and barely stand in place.

The gaze of the cat cavalry, falling on them, was full of inquiry.

Especially when it saw Chu Ge's fine skin and tender flesh, as well as the traces of his limbs being nested by wires, he was stunned for a moment.

There is a door!

Chu Ge's heart moved, and he immediately pretended to be wronged, and finally saw his relatives, and the mouse eyes the size of mung beans were a little watery.

He secretly sent Qiu Bo to the cat cavalry.

The other party's eyes rolled and squeaked a few times.

Dozens of spearmen walked over with the spokes of their bicycles, lined up in two columns, facing each other, and stuck the spokes of bicycles diagonally into the ground, pointing their points into the sky, crossing together to form a cold-glittering passage.

"Squeak! Creak! ”

Whether the captives understood it or not, the cat cavalry pointed at the captives and then at the passage, presumably signaling them - crawl over!

Chu Ge saw that at the end of the passage was the battle banner of the conquerors, the scarlet mouse skull.

The captives had long been frightened and their legs were weak, and where had they ever seen such a battle, all of them held their heads and curled up in a ball, and none of the rats dared to go the first one.

"Squeak! Creak! ”

The cat cavalry barked twice more impatiently.

Many of the spearmen around him leveled their spears again and poked them into the cage, intimidating the captives to climb over.

Chu Ge noticed that the cat cavalry's gaze fell on him again.

There is no way, he stands out from the crowd like this, even if he is mixed in the fierce rat tribe, he is still a shining existence like fireflies in the dark cave, and he can't hide it at all.

Since his strength did not allow him to keep a low profile, he could only stride towards the spear passage with his head held high.