"How could this happen?" General Taxue looked at Maoyaguan in shock. There were corpses everywhere and not a single survivor.

"Is the war over so soon?"

"General, I think the rat soldiers who came to attack have been killed by the soldiers of Cat Teeth." said a cat general with blue hair next to the deputy general.

General Taxue frowned, stroked his long cat whiskers, swept his tail behind him, and then said, "Scout camp!"

"exist!"

The scout battalion commander, a black cat, stepped forward immediately and saluted respectfully: "General!"

"Take the brothers from the scout camp and go into the cat's teeth to check."

"yes!"

The scout battalion leader Black Cat immediately led hundreds of cats under his command and headed towards the Cat's Teeth Pass.

General Treading Snow's white fur shone silver in the morning light. He narrowed his amber pupils and looked at the dead cat teeth. The flag fluttering was the familiar cat flag - but the flag was tattered and fluttered weakly in the wind.

"General, I feel like something is wrong." The blue-haired lieutenant shook his tail anxiously, "It's too quiet..."

General Treading Snow's long beard trembled slightly. He knew that there was a murderous intention hidden under this strange calm. But the scout battalion leader Black Cat had already sneaked into the city with a hundred elite soldiers, so he had to wait for intelligence.

General Black Cat's paw pad lightly touched the city gate, and the bronze door hinges made a teeth-grinding squeak.

Hundreds of scouts held their breath and concentrated, their pupils dilating into round shapes in the dim light.

The black cat's long tail suddenly straightened up, and he smelled the smell of burning metal in the air. Instinctively, he dropped the weapon.

The black cat leaped lightly over the corpses on the ground, and its paw pads made no sound.

His pupils expanded to the extreme in the darkness, and he could clearly see the fatal wounds on each cat corpse - all were killed by a single blow from a slender sharp weapon.

"Boss, take another look at these weapons!" A tabby cat used its claws to fiddle with the scimitar on the ground. The blade glowed with a strange purple light, and there were fine serrations on the edge of the blade. It was the unique gold-eating blade of the rat clan.

The black cat suddenly raised its tail: "Something is wrong! These weapons are too new..."

Before he could finish his words, a shrill cat cry was heard in the distance.

The scouts quickly moved closer and found that the cry came from a wounded soldier who was pinned under a corpse.

"Help...Help..." The wounded soldier raised his claws with difficulty: "They...they will change..."

Before he could finish his words, the wounded soldier's eyes suddenly widened and a line of blood spurted out from his throat.

Only then did Black Cat discover that there was a rat-tribe spear under the wounded soldier, and the tip of the spear had pierced his throat at some point.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Black Cat shouted. But it was too late. The weapons on the ground suddenly glowed purple and began to move strangely...

Before the warning sounded, a sound of metal friction suddenly came from the corner of the alley.

The scouts drew their claws and formed a battle formation, only to see three rat crossbow carts turning the capstans on their own, automatically loading the rusty crossbows.

"Retreat!" General Black Cat roared and swung out his long tail, hooking it onto the flagpole ten feet away.

The moment the crossbow exploded, he flew into the air with the help of the steel cable, and the three scouts below were shot into sieves.

The crossbow arrows that were inserted into the ground suddenly softened and turned into liquid metal that seeped into the cracks between the bricks.

"General, there are indeed no survivors in the city." Black Cat knelt on one knee: "But I suggest not to rush into the city rashly. The city is full of corpses, which will affect the morale of the army..."

"All troops, enter the city!" General Texue waved his claws impatiently, "I want to see what tricks these rats can come up with!"

The black cat's mouth corners curled up in a strange arc.

Ten thousand elite cat warriors marched into the city, trampling over the corpses. The blue-haired deputy looked around anxiously, as if the scattered weapons were staring at him.

When the last cat soldier stepped into the city gate, the heavy gate slammed shut.

General Treading Snow's pupils suddenly shrank: "Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!"

The weapons on the ground suddenly burst out with a dazzling purple light, and the scimitar turned into a rat clan swordsman.

Spears turned into spear-wielding warriors, archers jumped out of their quivers... In a blink of an eye, the empty streets were filled with fully armed rat soldiers!

The weapons that were originally scattered all over the ground have all turned into rat soldiers. This strange scene really caught people off guard. No, it caught the cat off guard.

"Is this... transfiguration?" The blue-haired lieutenant's voice trembled.

"No matter what it is, get ready to fight!" General Taxue yelled in panic.

The rat soldiers formed a battle formation with amazing tacit understanding, with ten of them forming a "Sky Rat Battle Formation" to divide and surround the cat army. What's more terrifying is that they can switch between soldiers and weapons at any time -

He was a shield warrior one second ago, and turned into a rain of arrows the next!

"Break out! Break out to the west!" General Taxue swung his sword and chopped three rat swordsmen into pieces.

But those broken weapons quickly reassembled into human form, as if they were immortal.

Lieutenant General Bluehair led his personal guards to fight their way out, but found that the west gate had already been sealed with metal.

The surfaces of those metals glowed with the unique purple light of the hundred-refined black iron, and ordinary attacks could not destroy them at all.

"General! The granary on the east side!" the deputy general suddenly shouted. He remembered that there was an underground secret passage in the Maoyaguan granary.

But when they rushed to the granary, what was waiting for them was an elite force led by Xiang Chen himself. The Rat Clan prince held a flaming spear, with the tip of the spear burning with purple fire.

"Welcome to the death trap." Xiang Chen grinned, revealing his sharp front teeth.

More than 100,000 rat soldiers besieged 10,000 cat soldiers, and the attack was unexpected. The outcome is predictable.

The battle lasted until dusk. When the last cat soldier fell, the entire cat's jaws were stained with blood.

Xiang Chen stood on the city wall, looking at the corpses of cats all over the ground, and gently stroked the scimitar at his waist with his claws.

"Your Highness, these corpses..." the deputy general hesitated to speak.

"Give it to the logistics troops, and refine them all into demon pills to serve as military rations for the march!"

Xiang Chen said calmly: "As for the brothers who died in the battle, bury them in Mao Yaguan and let them guard this city forever."

Tens of thousands of cat corpses were carried away and sent to the alchemy furnaces of the logistics troops. They were thrown into the furnaces. The alchemy furnaces directly extracted the essence and energy in the cat monsters' bodies and refined them into pills. These pills were also very tonic for the rat tribe.

The fur of these raccoon monsters will be skinned before being thrown into the alchemy furnace. Part of this fur will be used as precious fur and later sold to the nobles and wealthy rats among the rat clan.

But what's more important is that when these furs are draped over the rat soldiers and the secret magic of illusion is cast, the rat soldiers can be completely transformed into cat soldiers in terms of smell.

"Rest in the city for one night, and continue to march towards the Li Kingdom tomorrow. Use a blitzkrieg to take down the Li Kingdom. After taking down the Li Kingdom, let the brothers get drunk for three days!"

"yes!"