readx; Chapter 598: Escape from the Desert (II)

Sure enough, there were a few worker ants in me who were serving the slave ant, one was feeding, one was cleaning its body, and one was constantly dividing what to treat the slave ant's wounds. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info please search! The fastest updated novel is all in order.

It turns out that this is the case, the slave ant is a kind of "lazy and lazy" guy, it can't eat, and it has to rely on the support of slaves to survive, but it has strong combat ability, and it is a natural fighting family, relying on plundering ordinary ants for their enslavement and raising them to survive.

They don't do anything else, and they know every day to snatch other ants back as slaves, or snatch the chrysalis back to the nest and hatch ordinary ants to be slaves for them.

They dry tunnels to transport food and feed slave ant larvae, etc., and some work as nannies in nurseries.

Raise small slave ants for the owner or hatch plundered common ant pupa. These ant slaves never resisted, and worked with humiliation until death.

Slave ants live with real food to open their mouths, because they don't know how to eat, and they can only feed their mouths with food.

The average slave dictator has three slaves to serve, one of whom feeds it, and they can only feed the chewed food from the slave's mouth.

One groomed it, their salivary glands had already atrophied, and the other cleared the excrement, otherwise too much would corrode the carapace. And the saddest fate of these fierce warriors is to be abandoned by slaves.

At this point, they must emerge from the plunges in search of new targets for conquest.

If they do not catch it by nightfall, they will freeze or starve to death. The most comical way to die for a fierce warrior.

When the fat man learned this, he couldn't help but laugh "hehe". It's just that the laughter is really loud, and the ants in the cave who were originally busy all gathered their heads on the corpse of the queen.

The tentacles on his head kept shaking. And the slave ant also trembled, and its fangs shook at us, and then crawled towards the corpse of the queen.

The slave ant swooped forward, and if it took a few steps up, it would hit me and the fat man hard. In that case, our lives will not be at stake.

This is really a thousand shots, and life hangs by a thread.

The fat man yelled badly, and reflexively touched the thorn removed from the AK in his hand, and I also picked up the broken leg that was bitten off to guard against the attack of the slave ant.

The slave ant was obviously not in a hurry to attack us, I don't know if it was the fight just now, or something else, and every step it took seemed very heavy. A pair of fangs stabbed into the air, biting and biting, each bite, demonstrating to us.

A different smell slowly spreads through the air.

Sweat mixed with mucus flowed into my eyes, and I just squinted. I heard the fat man's scream of "ah", and when I opened my eyes again, I saw that the biting fangs had already clamped the fat man's shirt, and the fangs raised the fat man to hang in the air.

The fat man was taken aback, he didn't expect this slave ant to be so fast. Although it was well prepared, it still let it go through the air. What surprised me even more was that I didn't have to react yet.

The fat man had already cut his clothes with a backhand, and rode on the slave ant's body with a downward trend, holding his head in one hand and a military thorn in the other, and stabbed it on its head indiscriminately.

The ant is an exoskeleton like other arthropods. It was originally extremely hard, and although it was damaged after a battle, it was not a bayonet that could pierce it.

Seeing that the fat man was in danger, he couldn't think about it, and jumped off the corpse of the queen ant. The air collided with the waving fangs, and they were thrown off the wall. Sitting on the ground, the pain spread all over the body. I touched it casually, and the "mirage" that the fat man treasured was actually under my ass. I guess it must have been when the fat man rolled off the corpse of the queen ant just now.

The many worker ants and soldier ants obviously did not understand why the three slave ants were fighting together, carrying things while avoiding the fight. And the fat man still has the breath of a slave ant.

When the fat man saw me flying, his temper suddenly came up, and a military thorn danced like the wind. I don't know if it was a chance or some coincidence, I plunged into the mouthparts of the slave ant.

This is really a coincidence. Originally, these things would not eat, and they needed to be fed by other slaves, but this time the fat man pricked his mouth, and the animal's instinct was revealed. The head swayed violently, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, and the two forefeet kept pulling, trying to tear the fat man off.

The whole action, if you want to be figurative, is indeed as tense and exciting as a Spanish matador.

At this moment, a team of soldier ants suddenly appeared in the nest, just like I had seen in the corpse cave before, and they all killed those slave ant colonies, and even the slave ants who were fighting with the fat man were surrounded by several soldier ants.

The entire ant nest immediately became a battlefield, but this time it was not just a few dozen soldiers and ants who came, a team of soldiers came out of the hole, and the scene was clearly a sea of ants.

Everything, I suddenly thought of the phrase behind the fat man - throw beads, ride ants.

So that's the case, don't think about it. I saw that the slave ant was besieged by the soldier ants. Ran a few steps forward, climbed up to the body of the queen ant, slapped some slime on his body in his hand, saw the opportunity, jumped forward, and landed on the back of the slave ant without moving. While grabbing the fat man, he took out the "mirage" and threw it at the sea of ants.

At this moment, the entire ant nest suddenly shook, and more than a dozen holes suddenly appeared in the cave wall. Thousands of ants crawled out of it. The "mirage" really worked, and even the slave ant was attracted.

It's just that the ant nest is narrow, and the "mirage" rolled a few times before it was spread outside the cave by the sea of ants. Without the influence of the "mirage", some of the soldier ants began to attack the slave ants again.

Although the slave ant was strong, it had two people on its back, and it had been wounded in the previous battle, and its movements were becoming slower and slower. After a shock, seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and ran towards a hole, which was the path I took when I came down with the fat man.

There are pursuers in the back, and there is a way to survive in the front. The slave ant crawled fast, and I hugged the fat man tightly, and my back was hit by those stone walls from time to time, and my mouth kept crying out for pain, but my hands did not relax a bit. Knowing this release, I really didn't even have my life.

After walking for a while, I suddenly felt a breeze on my face, and a smell of desert came to my face, and it was starry. We actually got out of the anthill, and the dream of many days came true.

The fat man yelled: We're out!

As soon as he finished shouting, the fat man and I immediately pounced forward, and the two of us were carried to the bunker. It turned out that the slave ant died after being injured in battle and running.

The two of them sighed secretly in their hearts, and the feeling of escaping death made the two of them speechless for a while.

The night is beautiful, and the stars are in the distance. A small lake glows like a jewel in the moonlight, and the shrubs and willows beside it gently sway.

The two of them couldn't help but say goodbye and ran forward. And they encamped by the lake.

The fat man entered a poplar forest, and when he came out, he was already holding a croaking chicken in his hand, and laughed loudly: "Fatty, we have meat to eat tonight." ”

The oil of the roast chicken dripped on the bonfire, squeaked, and a few sparks exploded from time to time, accompanied by the heavy scolding of the madman, and it was not lonely for a while.

The fat man grabbed the cooked chicken, tore off a chicken leg and handed it to me, saying, "Fatty, let's eat." Ignoring it, he lowered his head and gnawed on.

At this time, one suddenly sat down beside the fire, reached out and grabbed a chicken wing, and took a big bite, the fat man was caught off guard, and was robbed, and he was angry, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to grab the wing, and the man turned around, and stuffed the chicken wings into his mouth with his left hand, and pushed and shoved with his right hand to prevent the fat man from approaching, and after a while the chicken wings disappeared.

The fat man scolded in his mouth, but he didn't grab the chicken wings, and the man spit it out and gnawed it deliciously, regardless of whether it was hot or not, no matter how the fat man scolded, he didn't care about people, just one person enjoying the delicious food.

At this time, I was just human, with gray hair, a broad forehead, gray eyes, a square face, and an indescribable smell all over my body.

The man ate chicken wings and cried out in his mouth, "Water, water, give me water." ”

"You are a king and eight calves, you have eaten everything, and you ask us for water, no, no. The fat man covered the sheepskin kettle and scolded angrily.

The man said that he wanted water, and as soon as he straightened up, he fell down headlong and did not move.

"Help!"

Before I could finish shouting, the fat man had already lifted the man, and the man's mouth was foaming, and he did look like he had lost too much water. The fat man didn't think about it, he picked up the kettle and poured it into the man's mouth.