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And those black rats and squirrels whose eyes were reddened by the flames of ambition were also uncharacteristically showing sharp fangs to their masters, facing each other tit for tat, unwilling to give in.

"Our belief in the gods is by no means weaker than any noble warrior!"

They screamed, "We are also the creations of the gods, we have also received the favor of the gods, and we are willing to exchange our precious lives for the salvation of the gods!"

The two sides quarreled fiercely, and in the end, the final decision was made by the national teacher-this time, the slave soldiers who fought bravely and performed well will test the power of the artifact. As for the nobles, when the soldiers approach the lair of the snake demon, they still have a chance!

Thus, three strong and loyal slave soldiers were selected.

They were all extremely lucky survivors who were repeatedly swept up by the swarms of thousands of cannon fodder in the battle against Luminous City.

They are full of fanaticism, thinking that it is the blessings of the gods that make them live today, and dying for the gods is also the only meaning of their worthless life.

The grenades were firmly taped and wrapped around them.

They were taught how to use the artifact—very simple, as long as they rushed into the most densely populated place of the enemy, then stretched out their tails, got into the pull ring, and pulled it lightly.

Before leaving, the national teacher personally awarded them medals and three shiny Coke bottle caps, and solemnly announced that they were no longer slaves, but glorious citizens of the Long Tusk Kingdom.

The national teacher also gave them each a liqueur chocolate.

I don't know if it's the sweetness of the chocolate, the heat of the alcohol, or the devout belief in the gods, but their whole bodies are burning red, and they have turned from squirrels and black rats to three red rats.

After a wave of cannon fodder charged, the three red rats rushed out.

The national teacher and a small group of nobles hurriedly ran back with their heads in their hands, hiding behind solid rocks, or burrowing into rock crevices. If they couldn't find any obstacles, they wanted to hide in the milk powder stuffed with cotton wool and straw. inside the jar.

The ignorant slave soldiers and the "barbarians" of the vassal tribes continued to move forward courageously, and quickly filled the gap left by the retreat of the national teachers and nobles.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Deep in the cave, there were three loud noises, causing earth-shattering shocks.

Because the grenade exploded in a confined space,

The destructive power was astonishing, countless insects were blown into bright red smoke and powder on the spot, and the Rat Tribe who were entangled with them also fell into the same fate.

The shock wave rushed along the caves and rock crevices like a stormy sea. Wherever it went, even though the appearance of the insects and rats was not damaged, the internal organs had already been shattered, bleeding from all orifices and falling stiffly.

The violent vibrations triggered a chain reaction. The stalactites on the cave roof and the gravel on the rock wall cracked, tumbled, and fell down one after another, plowing out bright red gullies between the swarms of insects and rats.

Even though they were hiding in the distance, the guarded national teacher and a small group of nobles all felt their blood churning, their viscera and brain felt like they had been punched hard.

Even though the Rat Army was swarming several kilometers away and stuck in the cracks of the rocks, when they sensed the vibrations of the surrounding rock walls, they widened their eyes and flicked their tails anxiously, unable to guess whether it was the rats. God's wrath, or devil's thunder.

There was a moment of deathly silence on the battlefield that was originally fiercely fought.

Then, one by one, the Rat Tribe who survived by luck, or were seriously injured, and were about to die, stood up unsteadily, like a group of walking corpses manipulated by strings.

They were not angry at the indiscriminate attacks of the rear commanders regardless of enemy and friend, nor were they afraid of their own imminent death, but they were deeply shocked by the power of anti-infantry grenades, and regarded the devastating shock waves as the glory of the gods. bathe in it.

"Great, gods!

"Great, Tusk Kingdom!

"Great, Rat Race Civilization!"

They laughed like crazy, they stood up, took weird steps, and rushed towards the sparse insect tide like drunk clowns until they completely disappeared in the depths of the insects, the "great, great" The shouts still linger among the stalactites, and the lingering sound curls up.

It is not so much the power of the anti-infantry grenade, it is better to say that the destructive power released by this "artifact" has strengthened the belief of victory of the Rats—mainly the slaves who rushed to the front. On the second day after the fierce battle broke out, they completely occupied this cave not far from the snake demon's lair, allowing the rat army to have a stable "forward base" .

The National Teacher once again held a celebration banquet and ceremony to sell its set of strange talks about "creation of the gods" and "heaven on earth".

Chu Ge knew that he should participate. On the one hand, he won the trust of the national teacher, and on the other hand, he observed the pet dog closely.

But for some reason, he really couldn't contain the turbulent heart. He pleaded guilty to the national teacher through the cat eater, but returned to the battlefield alone.

The battlefield at this moment is still full of gunpowder and smoke, and the remaining warmth is curling up.

There were corpses everywhere, which hadn't been cleaned up yet, and teams of slave soldiers walked through it like lonely ghosts, more and more like Shura Hell.

Chu Ge wandered through the Shura Hell in a daze, unable to restrain many strange and chaotic thoughts popping up in his mind.

"Long Tongue...Master Long Tongue..."

He suddenly heard a faint voice shouting.

The piled corpses suddenly moved, revealing a blood-stained rat face that had been gnawed so hard that the bones could be seen.

This is a childish little mouse.

The shattered face shone with the brilliance of humanity.

It saw Chu Ge in the triumphant ceremony or the fierce battle in Luminous City a few days ago, and knew that he was a warrior who was inspired and blessed by the gods like the undead general. He must know many things that it did not understand. Open it to the last confusion.

"The gods must have seen my performance."

The childish little mouse screamed, "I will soon see the heaven under the blue sky and white clouds, won't I?"

"..."

Facing the expectant expression on the little mouse's face, Chu Ge was speechless, not daring to look into its eyes.

"Don't move, you won't die, I will rescue you!"

Chu Ge remembered that when he had just awakened his superpowers, he had rescued a little girl named Yanzi under the collapsed building.

The two pictures overlapped in his mind, making him in a trance for a while. He couldn't tell whether he was a human or a mouse, and what was on the other side?

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to plan the wreckage that was pressing on the little mouse, and dragged it out.

Then, Chu Ge's eyes froze.

This little mouse has no lower body.

It was probably cut off by a fragment of an anti-infantry landmine, but with the strong vitality poured by the spiritual energy, it has reached the present moment. It's good that Chu Ge doesn't move.

"That's heaven, isn't it?"

The little mouse was dazed, staring absently at a certain place above the rock formation, and murmured again.

Chu Ge let out a difficult grunt from deep in his throat, noncommittal.

But the little mouse took his ambiguity as a tacit consent, its face glowed with incomparable happiness, slowly exhaled its last breath of anger, and died peacefully.

Chu Ge hugged the remains of the little mouse, and sat quietly for a long time among the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Then, he carefully buried the remains of the little mouse in the rock crevice at the corner of the cave, and continued to walk deep into the cave.

There, it was originally the base camp of the snake clan that controlled the insect swarm.

Under the double attack of anti-personnel grenades and flamethrowers, it has the same glazed characteristics as the lazy dragon's lair, turning into a colorful hell.

Chu Ge found some corpses of snake clan here.

For some reason, looking at the snake clan's slender eyes, which were burned into gray and black glass beads, Chu Ge couldn't feel any hatred or disgust.

These snakes, like the little mouse that died tragically in his arms just now, do they really know what they are doing?

Of course, it was the Snake Clan who drove the insect swarm to attack Yeguang City first, but judging from the method of the national teacher's thunderous counterattack, it didn't seem like he was caught off guard at all, but it seemed to be planned for a long time-even if the Snake Clan didn't strike first, the National Teacher They will also do everything possible to find an excuse to start a war against the snake clan.

After two extremely brutal and bloody battles, Chu Ge couldn't tell which one was more dangerous and cruel, the national teacher or the snake demon.

Going forward, Chu Ge saw a familiar figure, Zhuo standing on a rock protruding like fangs, overlooking the battlefield of purgatory alone.

It was the undead general who fell into the same situation as him - Bai Ye.