The commander of the insect tide finally responded.

More cockroaches, lizards, spiders, centipedes and toads poured in like a tide from the fog.

The real war has begun.

Both elites came out in full swing, fighting to the death.

The rat army wanted to cover the help-seeking team and quickly found a safe rock crack, the farther away from the battlefield, the better, and slowly figured out how to find the main force of the national division.

The commander of the insect tide wanted to break the blockade of the rat tribe as soon as possible, and intercepted the help-seeking team in time and strangled it into the cradle.

For a moment, the broken limbs and arms flew around, blood and mucus danced wildly, the "squeak" sound of mice and the "quack" sound of toads gathered into a terrifying sonata. A small mountain bundle of corpses was piled up under the night light city. Both sides continued to climb the mountain bundles, fighting on the "peaks", rolling into a ball, causing landslides, and then dying together, turning into raw materials for the growing mountain bundles.

With its sharp "spikes" and "battle swords", as well as strong "shields" and "armor", the rat race still has the advantage in the scene.

But it seems like an endless tide of insects is constantly consuming their energy, weapons and the durability of their armor.

This is the most arduous battle that the rat tribe has ever experienced. Almost every heavy infantry of the rat tribe has at least three centipedes and five cockroaches, and the tails are bitten by several lizards.

The tail is the only weakness of the heavy infantry of the Rat clan. Because the forging technology is too backward, they cannot create armor that can make the tail run freely. They can only barely put iron rings on the tail and inlaid big tacks on the iron rings. This method is used to increase the lethality of waving the tail.

Ten minutes after the bloody battle began, no matter how cannon fodder, the elite Rat clan suffered casualties one after another.

Either the insect tide went on one after another, they finally burned the layers of armor they wore with corrosive venom through shocking holes, allowing the long tongue like a sharp blade to pierce the depths of the rat tribe's flesh and blood.

Either a huge toad rushes up and crushes or suffocates the rat warriors with helmets and armor.

Either the venom turns into poisonous gas, covering the rat tribe's head, causing them to suffocate to death.

Some rat tribes even staggered to the ground while fighting, and could no longer get up and died of exhaustion.

What's worse is that as the war was intensified, the formation of the rat clan, which was originally strictly legal, was gradually completely dispersed by the insect tide. The warriors of each family were divided into small square formations and worked independently. The spearmen in front and the firecrackers in the rear also lost their cooperation. The firecrackers accidentally sprinkled a large amount of gunpowder on the spearmen in front or heavily armored infantry and lit them, causing the rat clan to become a live candle running all the way and burning all the way.

In this case, the balance of victory still makes a "crunch" sound, and I don't know where it will eventually tilt.

"Long tongue! Long tongue!"

In the tide of insects, the cat eater, who was covered in blood and covered with shiny mucus, shouted loudly.

"I'm here!"

Chu Ge cleverly flashed the toad's long tongue attack, as if he was in a hurry and his tail was waving randomly, but he was impartial. He thrust a big nail with his tail deep into the toad's tongue. The toad was in pain and his long tongue immediately rolled back. Unexpectedly, he rolled the big nail into his mouth and suffered a second injury. The pain made it "quack" and scream, but he couldn't pull out the big nail, so he could only jump away with his hands and feet.

Chu Ge breathed a little relieved, looking at the cat-eating people, only twenty or thirty family warriors were left around the cat-eating people. However, the elites of the other cat-eating people were dispersed by insect tides, or had their armor and shields torn apart, becoming sacrifices for corpses and blood.

Chu Ge never thought that in today's 22nd century, with advanced technology and prosperous civilization, he would participate in a fierce cold weapon war in such a strange form. The strangulation of the rat tribe and insect tide was comparable to the most cruel decisive battle in human history, and the disgusting level was no less than that.

Several times, Chu Ge wanted to secretly find a corner, use the secret technique of soul, pull the soul out of this damn body, and "escape from the line" to forget it.

But on the one hand, before he could talk to Bai Ye, he could not see the mysterious national teacher and learn more about the truth about the Teeth Kingdom, so he couldn't bear to return empty-handed.

More importantly, Chu Ge saw the true spirit of a civilization in the fight between the rat tribes.

Matter determines consciousness. I don’t know if his soul has been in the mouse’s body for a long time. He is less and less aware of how ugly the mouse looks. Instead, he has the idea of ​​“intelligent life has grown into this way”. Seeing the rat race being torn and swallowed by the insect tide, he will also have instinctive sympathy and anger.

In particular, the cat eater was very loyal and saved him many times on the battlefield. The people of the Life tribe firmly protected Chu Ge in the middle and tried not to let him get in touch with the battle on the front line, which touched Chu Ge very much.

Even rats know that being loyal is true. There is no reason why humans are greedy for life and fear death. Do you know how to repay kindness without repaying?

Including the time he was in the Fierce Rat Tribe the day before yesterday, the cat-eating person had saved him several times in just three days. At least he had to accompany the cat-eating person to finish the battle and then escape from the line. He was considered a good man.

"It won't work like this!"

Chu Ge shouted at the cat eater with his throat, "There are too many enemies, and we are not opponents at all when we try to consume. Look around, we have been completely dispersed by the enemy and will be eaten bit by bit.

"Retreat, Lord Cat Eater, the Immortal General's order is to cover the rescue team to break through. Now, the rescue team has been drilling through the rock crack for a long time. They must have successfully passed through the rock crack and escaped the search of the insect tide, and went to find the main force of the national division, right?

"Then, there is no need to continue to sacrifice like this, withdraw from the city that never sleeps, rely on the familiar terrain to deal with the enemy, and wait for the national tutor to lead the main force back to help, which is the kingly way!"

"I know!"

The cat eater waved a scalpel with a hair-blowing hair like a green dragon crescent knife, and it actually stirred up a knife light that was dozens of centimeters long. With one knife, he cut a lizard into half from beginning to end, and cut off a centipede behind him in the waist. He threw away the mucus on the blade and said with a very ugly expression, "I want to retreat too, but retreat also has the pattern of retreat. Now our troops are entangled by the enemy. If they run away rashly, they can easily become completely defeated.

"The troops must be reorganized, and another charge will be launched, and the enemy will be forced to retreat at least three or five meters before they can cover each other and retreat alternately. Otherwise, it will not be retreating but collapse, and it will be one-sided massacre.

"You have a long tongue, you are light in weight and sharp in your eyes. Please help me see where the battle flag of the Immortal General is?"

The cat eater said, carrying Chu Ge's tail and threw him high into the air.

Chu Ge took the opportunity to overlook the entire battlefield and found that the immortal general, Bai Ye's battle flag, was clamoring on their left.

“On the left!”

Chu Ge landed and shouted, "The Immortal General led his personal guards to enter from the left wing, but they seemed to be unable to find a good target, so they could only kill the cannon fodder - I am frank, this is meaningless at all, but will damage the elite's aura!"

"Yes, you must find the commander of the insect tide."

The cat-eater said with a gloomy face, "It's strange that these cockroaches, centipedes, horse lands, lizards, and toads are obviously the lowest underground creatures, completely controlled by the survival instinct. When encountering a slight setback, they should collapse at once. How can they fight to the death and fight with us to this extent?"

This is indeed a strange thing.

Although people often think that wild beasts are very ferocious and brave, truly fearless wild beasts almost do not exist in nature.

Except for a very few female beasts who become extremely vicious after becoming pregnant, most of the wild beasts are standardized as "bullying the weak and afraid of the strong" and "changing with the wind". Even large beasts like lions and tigers will not have the idea or action of "taking death as if they were home".

Lower creatures like cockroaches and lizards are even less likely to have the idea of ​​dying with their enemies.

If the rat race relies on fanatical belief and determination to defend its home, it can fight to this moment.

So, why do these lower creatures with no thoughts, will and beliefs fight to such a tragic level?

"Master Cat Eater, do you mean that there must be some kind of 'main brain' behind the insect tide?"
Chapter completed!