The artillery ants began to line up, and the team was divided into ten groups, the first group had already reached the mouth of the cliff. It was 30 steps above the nest (one step was equal to 10 millimeters), and when the giant beast lowered its head to dig, the soldiers were now positioned just above the lake-like eyeballs.

At the beginning of the attack, I saw the second group of 50 ants climbing towards the first group, and then using foot pads with suction cups to attach to the backs of their comrades (the ants have suction cups on the soles of their feet, and they can even hang upside down and crawl on the ceiling), and so on in the other groups, a total of ten layers were stacked, and finally an artillery array with a width of 15 steps and a height of 2 steps was formed. A burst of firing fairmons emanated from the glands of the ants, and 500 cannons were in place, while contracting the bulging abdomen, collecting 40% of the high concentration of formic acid into the excretory sac. Launch! 500 artillerymen, pouting in the buttocks, the acid leaves the stomach with inertia and sprays down on the target.

Annoyed by the rocks blocking its path, the beast used all its might, clawing at the rocks again and again, completely oblivious to the movement above its head. 500 acid bombs fell, most of them blown away by the wind, only a small part landed on the face, but a few drops hit the target, right into the thief's eye.

The anteater has a thin film-like grease on its face, which is a protective layer that has evolved from fighting ants for a long time, which can defend against formic acid and large jaws, but it is unbearable to fall into even a little foreign object in the brittle and delicate eyes, let alone a high concentration of acid.

A burning sensation immediately shook the beast's nervous system, and it reflexively freed up its forelimbs to rub around its eyes and face to relieve the pain. This trick worked, but after a while, tears diluted the pain. The giant beast shook its hose-like mouth, and even snorted lightly, it regarded all this as dirt that fell into its eyes, because it was confident that it had sealed the gate of the ant city, and it didn't expect that these little things still had a back door away from the city.

The anteater continued to work, and everything that escaped and moved was sucked in by the fully automatic vacuum cleaner on its head, confident of victory, but ......

At this time, the second shell in the excretomy bag of the artillery array had been filled. Launch! 500 acid bombs repeated. This time, the god of fate seemed to be biased towards the ants, and there was no wind at all, and 500 drops of formic acid were impartial, hitting the ugly eyelids of the giant beast. A sharp pain hit, the anteater shook and slapped its eyes, and at this time, the third echelon of ants also reached the exit of the secret passage.

The third echelon was 1,500 sappers who were good at digging, and now it was a good time for them to come at the right time, and they didn't even think about it, and when the enemy had no time to look around, they rushed down from the exit with a hula, and the mouth of the cliff seemed to pour out a black waterfall.

The waterfalls finally reached the feet of the anteaters, their huge bodies blocking the sunlight as if a mountain was stretching across the sky. Underneath the mountain were two pillars, which were the hind limbs of the beast, and the sappers began to climb up. Some burrow into the thick hair, open their jaws and bite down, while others begin to look for imports. The queen teaches that the best way to deal with a great enemy is to burrow into its body.

The tingling sensation on the anteater made the anteater react, and it regretted that it had not looked to the left just now, it turned out that there was an exit there, and it was not the dirt that fell into the eye just now, but those small calculations. It began to shake its body frantically, hoping to shake off the little things, but it didn't work well, and the ant seemed to have taken root in its fur.

The anteaters looked left and right, trying to find a pool or mud to roll in and drown the little things, but the hillside was full of shrubs and dead branches, and there was no water to get if it didn't rain.

Let them bite, at most the skin will be uncomfortable, and when the anthill is opened, fill the stomach and go to the distance to find a waterhole. The anteater thought so and continued its attack.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a slight tingling pain in its chest, as if something was shuttling through its heart, and two of the primordial seven little warriors followed the veins and stumbled into the heart chambers of the giant beast.

This is a sea of red, and waves made of red liquid are surging everywhere. A soldier ant who was pushed up to the beach by the waves opened its jaws and bit down on the quivering soft shore, causing the shell of the ocean to thump its chest missionarily, causing a huge tsunami in the red ocean.

A storm struck the 1231007 (the ant has no name, the queen is the only mother of all the inhabitants of the nest, and when born, the queen ant will mark each egg with Fairmont, so the ants are distinguished by the number in the order of birth), and finally it has just poked its head out to breathe the first breath of air, and it is swallowed up by this boundless wave.

1231007 is a young infantry ant who, like the rest of his comrades, has large jaws and strong forelimbs, with the only difference being that he has a very large head. Ancient rumors, individuals with big heads, neurotic, easy to think cranky, this kind of individuals often do not follow the rules, easy to cause trouble, can not take on great responsibilities.

1231007 Fairmont, who had just wanted to cry out for help, so that the companion who had come ashore in advance would wait for it to attack, but before it could speak, his companion's jaw had already pierced, and it was too late to say anything, and perhaps he could only wait for a miracle to happen.

Why is his fate so bad! Is it because I have this tumor-like head? Could it be that this is why he was used as one of the first death squads? 1231007 spun and slid towards the bottom of the red ocean, a thought in its dizzy head at the moment, and it stands to reason that ants should not have such a collective suspicion.

It is our mission to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of the collective. In the end, it ended its cranky thinking with this wise quote from the ant world. The thought stopped, and fear immediately took over the whole body: was I about to die, like the 498 sisters (both soldier and worker ants were non-fertile females). Hopefully, the comrade who went ashore would be able to deal a fatal blow to this behemoth. Thinking like this, the young soldier ant simply closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound interrupted 1231007's confused thoughts, and the sound was in front of him, less than 2 steps away, something snapped together like a bellows, and it was the heart flap on the ventricular diaphragm that was opening and closing to transmit blood.

It may be a door, or an entrance to a passageway, and the 1231007's cranky mind begins to turn again: or maybe it's a chance, a chance to avoid death. With that in mind, it scrambled towards the sound source 2 paces away.

The huge suction of the heart flap swept the young soldier ants into it, and it came to another sea, and unlike the previous one, the red liquid here was not a downward vortex, but a rushing spring.

Could it be that there is an import over there and an export here? 1231007's huge head was running. After a torrent, it was pushed into a long, narrow tunnel. Intuitively, the tunnel was one step wide, wider than the previous passage into the whirlpool sea, and it was like a wide highway where the young soldiers could only follow the current.

Fear and curiosity made it restless, and it began to judge the direction of its movements. Based on the magnetic field sensor (ants have three ways to sense changes in space, smell, sunlight, and geomagnetic field), 1231007 knew it was moving higher, and this time it was going down much faster than it had before.

I hope the end of the road will come soon, and I hope there is no red liquid there, I need to breathe, breathe, 1231007 thought