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"Bang bang bang bang!"

In the special arsenal, there was suddenly a gust of blasting sound, a hundred times more intense than firecrackers.

Chu Ge's face changed, and he hurriedly followed the cat eater and Jinwei to climb in to have a look.

Sure enough, those were not firecrackers, but real firearms.

Somehow, the Rat Tribe got a large number of human automatic rifles, but according to their own size, after dismantling the automatic rifles, adding various gears, slide rails and aiming devices, they refitted them into something like a "rapid-fire gun". equipment.

This rapid-fire gun is installed on a simple car with a crawler structure. It is dragged forward by a dozen Rats, and a dozen Rats are responsible for supplying ammunition. It takes three or five Rats to work together to load the magazine. , but the action of pulling the trigger, because it is assisted by gears, it only needs a rat to pull the joystick with its tail-this rat is naturally the highest-ranking nobleman, wearing ostentatious armor, and there is a stick stuck in the helmet Very beautiful chicken feathers.

The mouse family full of classical gun colors, a mobile turret composed of a large number of gears, springs and slide rails, a huge team of dozens of operators, coupled with the delicacy and coldness of human automatic rifles, outlines a nightmare-like sense of absurdity.

The recoil of the automatic rifle was too strong, and the Rat Clan's petite and exquisite size could not be effectively controlled at all. The distribution of impact points was very scattered. It would not be very effective to deal with the black swarm of insects or the fast-moving snakes.

But the Rat Race was very satisfied with the thunderous roar when the automatic rifle was fired - in their concept, the louder the sound, the greater the power, even if the enemy was not blown to pieces by the bullets, they would be scared to death.

Manipulating the automatic rifle was some Rat Tribe neither Cat Eater nor Golden Tail had ever seen.

Their commander proudly told Cat Eater and Golden Tail that they were special forces secretly trained by the National Division—most of the members had their eardrums pierced from birth and lost their hearing since childhood, so they would not Only those who are frightened by the sound of guns and guns are qualified to manipulate the gods to leave such a terrifying "artifact".

The cat eater and the golden tail were indeed frightened by the "magic weapon" of the automatic rifle. The two rebellious warriors crawled in front of the tracks in fear and fear, their tails stretched straight, and they dared not even vent their breath.

Chu Ge was angry and funny, and was complaining in his heart when he suddenly heard a sound louder than an automatic rifle.

It was a highly modified shotgun, like the "train gun" in the world view of the Rat Clan, and it made a deafening roar.

In fact, in the face of overwhelming insect swarms, in a shooting environment where there is no need to aim at all,

Shotguns are far more powerful than automatic rifles.

Seeing the hornet's nest-like bullet holes on the target, all the Rat Tribe manipulating the shotgun cheered.

Chu Ge even saw that these rat tribes carefully smeared all kinds of bullets—from automatic rifles to shotgun bullets—with grease, and then arranged them neatly in a zigzag shape, worshiping them respectfully, as if every bullet had received The blessings of the gods, even the heroic spirits of the gods hide inside.

Chu Ge thought that today's scare only stopped here.

The appearance of fragmentation grenades, broadsword landmines, automatic rifles and shotguns has completely subverted his three views as if he had met the green-robed monster for the first time.

However, when the new "big killer" appeared in front of his eyes, he still felt that his nerves had been carpet-bombed, and all his brain cells were blown apart.

It was a flamethrower.

Larger and heavier behemoths than automatic rifles and shotguns.

Surrounding the flamethrower, the Rat Race almost built a moving fortress.

Dozens of rats are responsible for manipulating the flame launcher, mainly through the adjustment of hundreds of gears to change the direction of the nozzle.

More Rats were standing by, but they were busy putting out the fire—because the power of this "artifact" was so powerful that it could easily catch fire and burn the enemy with them.

"Crazy, the national teacher is really fucking crazy!"

Chu Ge was completely petrified in front of the flamethrower. He thought to himself, "Grenades, shotguns, and flamethrowers are of course very powerful. They are more than enough to kill small insects. The problem is, it's not here. The open environment on the ground is an underground gap with thin oxygen!

"Using a flamethrower in the underground crevice, who knows where the freely flowing flame will burn, even if they don't roll back to their own camp, a large number of rat tribes will die of suffocation due to lack of oxygen.

"As soon as the master is successful, the national teacher really didn't take the lives of the Rat Clan at his own risk. The tens of millions of Rat Clan he enlightened himself seem to be just thousands of pawns that can be discarded at any time..."

Chu Ge's heart moved, and he suddenly thought, this is of course.

People who are not of my race must have a different heart. The national teacher is a dog monster, and it is not of the same kind as the rat clan!

After the flamethrower, the rat special forces came up with a special electric grid.

The electric sticks of the two electric fishes are separated and fixed into an "X" shape, with a large number of copper wires wrapped in the middle, forming a large criss-cross net.

From a certain point of view, this rather ugly weapon is like an enhanced version of the electric mosquito swatter, but Chu Ge believes that they will become the worst nightmare of the insect swarm and the snake tribe—perhaps, it is also the rat tribe themselves. The worst nightmare ever.

Electricity is more dangerous than flames. Chu Ge didn't believe that with the wisdom of the Rat Clan, he could be unharmed when manipulating such a dangerous weapon.

"Zizizizi!"

In the demonstration, this self-made large-scale power grid directly turned several lizards with their limbs torn off and had nowhere to escape into barbecue.

Smelling the smell of blood and scorching, Cat Eater, Golden Tail, and the elites of the four major families were all dancing and dancing with joy.

"Long tongue, look, this is an artifact bestowed on us by the gods!"

Seeing Chu Ge's pensive look, the cat eater asked in confusion, "Why, you don't seem to be very excited?"

"I am, I am so shocked."

Chu Ge reluctantly said, "The power of the artifact is far beyond my imagination. I am worried whether the Rat Clan can control the power of the gods. If they are a little careless, they may be backlashed."

"Of course it's not easy to control an artifact, especially these large-scale construction machinery and the destructive 'big killer'. These special forces who have been trained since childhood must do it."

The cat eater said, "Even ordinary artifacts are prone to danger during use, but for the sake of revenge and safeguarding the peace of the underground world, we don't care about so much—we believe that the heroic spirits of the gods are watching under the blue sky and white clouds. We, if the gods decide to let a certain artifact explode among us, that is also the unfathomable will of the gods, and we can only accept it calmly and happily.

"At the very least, when one Rat Tribe dies, there will be at least a hundred insects that are ugly and evil, and they will be harvested by the artifact. This is enough to please the gods, isn't it?"

Seeing the pious and fanatical face of the cat eater, and looking at the Rat Tribe who got the "artifact" and rolled around holding grenades, Chu Ge couldn't help shivering.

Among myself, Bai Ye, the national teacher, the cat eater, and all the rat tribes in the Fang Kingdom, one of them is always crazy.

Perhaps, more than one?

The cat eaters and other Rat Race had no idea how dangerous they were playing with.

Although the Rats in the special arsenal are responsible for researching and manipulating "artifacts" and told them the usage and power of some of the artifacts, they still fiddled with their own and other people's lives with an attitude of indifference, even showing off. Grenade.

Chu Ge was ready to kick the cat eater away once it got close to the insurance.

Fortunately, cat eaters haven't bloated to this extent.

It discussed for a while with Golden Tail and the generals of the Rat Clan of the four major families. Everyone decided to use the "grenade" artifact in the same way as the powerful firecrackers used in the past-that is, let the squirrel and black The rat slave soldiers were tied on their backs and ran towards the enemy, carrying out suicide attacks.

Chu Ge breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to get as far away from all the "artifacts" as possible on the battlefield.

That night, Chu Ge couldn't sleep at night.

The same is true for most of the rat clan in the city that never sleeps.

All over the city, the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" was heard everywhere, accompanied by strong shocks of falling gravel, shaking the hearts of the rats, and their beating rhythm was chaotic.

Even the barbarian ferocious rats outside the city widened their eyes, staring at the constantly flickering light of destruction in the city in fear.

In the early morning of the next day, when the Luminous Moss changed its light again, hundreds of Rat Clan messengers dressed in splendor and with gorgeous feathers on their tails ran through the streets and alleys, blowing the assembly whistle.

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