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The envoys sent to persuade them to surrender were quickly thrown out by the lazy dragons.

Although it has a huge body and a ferocious face, the lazy dragon is a very gentle reptile in essence. It doesn't like to devour rats, which struggle violently, and are huge and difficult to digest.

They didn't even bother to beat the messenger or bite it twice, they just pulled out all the feathers stuck to its body, grabbed its neck, and shook it out.

Perhaps in the eyes of the lazy dragons, this is an expression of goodwill.

Their brains were as barren as a wasteland, and they couldn't figure out why the Rat Race wanted to be their enemies.

In their savage and stupid logic, there is no need for two creatures with different feeding habits to fight each other. They can completely coexist peacefully as in the past without interfering with each other.

However, it was too late.

This is the logic of the beast, not the logic of civilization.

The logic of beasts only needs to survive, but in the logic of civilization, there are swords, blood, massacres, beliefs... the ambitions watered.

The underground world is vast and boundless. In the underground of Lingshan City alone, there are at least tens of thousands of rat tribes. The rat tribes of the Longfang Kingdom account for at most one percent of them, and the number of vassal tribes is at least more than them. Dozens of times.

Even in the Longtooth Kingdom, nobles with highly developed intelligence, such as Cat Eater and Golden Tail, who can deeply understand and sincerely believe in the glory of the gods, only account for one percent.

If the national teacher wants to use one percent of one percent of the rat clan to control the overwhelming rat tide and realize its ambition, then all the rats must see how "Wrath of the Gods" really is. Terrible, until those rats with no brain at all, when they heard the roar of the gods, they would instinctively react, their hearts contracted in fright, their hands and feet were paralyzed, and they lined up obediently to die.

The national teacher needs to stand up.

The lazy dragon group is the best target for offering flags.

"The merciful gods have given these wicked lizards a chance."

Standing on the opposite side of the lazy dragon's lair, Zhuo Zhuo, the national teacher, stood on a huge rock protruding like fangs, with a serious expression and a loud voice, like ten thousand golden horns blowing, "But they are addicted to the evil bewitchment of the snake demon and cannot extricate themselves If they insist on resisting, let them witness the wrath of the gods!"

The "artifact" from the human arsenal was pushed up.

Leaders of dozens of the most powerful Rat tribes nearby also stepped forward to observe.

When pieces of silk that looked like blood-stained red were torn off from the "rapid-fire gun" and "train gun", the leaders of the Rat tribe didn't know what it was.

During their not too long period of opening their wisdom, they have never encountered such a strange thing. It doesn't have a sharp edge like a blade, but it is surrounded by a deeper and more dangerous light.

There were even a few more courageous tribal leaders who stretched out their tails and carefully poked around in the holes of the heat sink.

At first, it jumped away like an electric shock with a light poke, but after finding nothing unusual, it became more and more courageous, and even climbed on top of the "rapid-fire gun" and "train gun".

The national teacher looked at him coldly and did not stop him.

Just stretch out your paws and use special gestures to prepare those special forces who have pierced their eardrums and can't hear anything.

In hundreds of cages, the strong gray rats and black rats ran wildly again. The "rat power" they output allowed the slide rails and gears on which the automatic rifles and shotguns were mounted to move freely up and down. .

Dozens of Rat Tribes crawled around on the platforms and scaffolding built around the firearms, filling ammunition and aiming in the direction. They waved some delicate small colored flags to convey information. As the gears turned, the muzzle and barrel of the gun gradually aligned. in the same direction.

Until now, except for a very small number of Rat Race, no one knows what they are doing.

The tribal leaders watched the series of strange movements with curiosity, and regarded the preparations to fire as some kind of ritual to please the gods.

Even the lazy dragon on the opposite side lazily crawled out of its lair, sticking out its tongue to clean its light bulb-sized eyeballs, and looked at them stupidly, wondering why these rats, which are blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Like myself, after eating a full belly, just sleep well?

"kill!"

At this moment, the national teacher swung his paw heavily.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The Rat Clan's rapid-fire gun, the human's automatic rifle, suddenly roared like thunder.

The automatic rifle vibrated and trembled rapidly on the unstable platform, and the Rat Tribe crawling on the scaffolding on both sides fell down one after another.

Several tribal leaders screamed "Zhizhi" in fright, as if they were kicking twice in fright, and wanted to jump to the sky at once.

Another unlucky tribal leader was thrown flying hot bullet casings, which scalded his head. It was only a skin trauma, but it seemed to be kissed deeply by a demon, holding his head, squeaking, almost lost his head He hit the rock wall and passed out directly.

The deterrent power of the "artifact" is absolutely full.

But lethality can only be described by the word "fate".

Because the grip strength is not enough, the problem of stability cannot be solved, and the ballistic spread is like a ghost drawing. Although the rock walls around the lazy dragon's lair were shot with gravel and sparks, it did not shoot even a lazy dragon.

The lazy dragons were still staring at each other in great confusion, not understanding what the fire, smoke and loud noise meant.

The national teacher had no expression on his face, and waved his paw again, signaling the second "rapid-fire gun" to join the ranks of firing.

It didn't have any illusions about the Rat Race's hit rate, it just used it to build its prestige and let the Rat Race get used to the existence of the "artifact".

Finally, when the third automatic rifle joined the ranks of strafing, and the bullets flying in the cave were constantly refracted and reflected, and almost turned into ricochets that hurt their own people, they achieved the result.

A really lazy dragon, even though the flames and gravel criss-crossed all around, he was unwilling to move half an inch, and finally became the first victim of the bullet - its upper body was directly hit by a fragmented bullet It was torn into fuzzy flesh and blood, and then turned into a rain of blood, and disappeared. Only the lower body was still clinging to the raised rock, unwilling to fall for a long time.

"Squeak!"

The Ratfolk don't know what the normal hit rate for automatic rifles is.

They only know that the "artifact" has released an extremely terrifying and destructive force, which proves that they have been favored and blessed by the gods.

All the Rat Clan shouted hoarsely, praying to the gods in their own way, hoping that the gods would send more power and completely razed the opposite lazy dragon group to the ground.

The gods may not have heard their prayers.

But the shotgun heard it.

Until three or four lazy dragons inexplicably turned into a ball of meat sauce, the remaining lazy dragons finally connected the disappearance of their companions with the fire, gravel and loud noises that appeared around them.

This is a threat beyond their comprehension.

Coping methods are not engraved in their genes.

They could only shake their heads and tails, and hurriedly crawled deep into the nest.

However, under the cover of automatic rifle fire, the shotgun has been carried by hundreds of strong slave soldiers and moved below the lazy dragon tribe.

"boom!"

The flames spread out in a fan shape, like a demon opening its bloody mouth. The lazy dragon within the scope of the destructive vortex instantly turned into lumps of post-modern artwork. Even if the lazy dragon escaped by chance, It is also inevitable that half of the head or a limb will be cut off by the shrapnel. It has no meaning other than dying a few minutes later.

A shotgun fires much louder than an automatic rifle.

Mainly, this is a relatively backward weapon. When fired, there will be a strong flame, a huge roar and thick gunpowder smoke - in the eyes of the rat tribe, it is a manifestation of infinite power.

In particular, a few rounds of shot just hit the crumbling rock wall that had already been blasted by automatic rifle bullets like a hornet's nest, triggering a chain reaction that caused the rock wall to collapse like an avalanche, killing countless lazy dragons.

This made most of the Rat Clan both terrified and ecstatic.

They prostrated themselves at the feet of the "artifact" or the national teacher, pouted their tails high, and expressed their 100% surrender.

Soon, about one-third of the lazy dragons were all killed by human-made bullets.

The rest of the lazy dragons played the fastest speed in their lives, fled to the depths of the lair, and burrowed into the crevices of the rocks in a panic.

The national teacher has a hundred ways to destroy the lazy dragon's lair.

But it decided on the most murderous one.

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of thousands of Rat Race, the flamethrower was lifted up.