You can't continue to consume this anymore."

The cat eater found its deputy, the patriarch of another family, pointed to the tunnel behind the battlefield, which was drilled out by giant earthworms, "Call up all the elites, it is time to launch a general attack. In any case, the insect tide must be driven into the tunnel, and then blow up the tunnel and blocked the bugs. Although it is impossible to block them forever, it can at least strengthen the defense of the Night Light City and bring precious breathing."

Cat eaters think they can obey orders.

Unexpectedly, the patriarch looked at it with a very strange look, shook his head slowly and said, "We may not have the power to launch the general attack."

"What?"

The cat eater became anxious when he heard this. Seeing the other tribal leaders who were very powerful, they were looking at them silently, with the same strange light flashing in their eyes, and they couldn't help but say angrily, "What are you going to do? The enemy's troops are at the city. Even if you really have different opinions, you shouldn't make trouble at this time!"

"Not a mess."

Its deputy said, "Our elites have almost exhausted in the past one hundred ‘victories’, and now there is only the last batch of seeds left. They are the hope of revival after we migrate elsewhere, and with these seeds in them, they can teach the recruits the skills of fighting, the ability of language and writing, and the most basic rules.

"If all these elites are lost here, and all we can take away are recruits who are not proficient in language skills for a few months, then, as you said, we will degenerate from "civilization" to "barbarism" in an instant.

"It's time, cat eaters, retreat. Don't waste your precious elites on such meaningless consumption. The Zergs can't kill them. They are simply...they are simply the punishments of the demons!"

"What a joke!"

The cat-eater gritted his teeth and roared, "You are all veterans who have experienced many battles. Who can't know the importance of maintaining the front line? Now the two sides are hard to solve and the situation is so anxious. How can you retreat? If you can't stand firmly, you will be defeated at any time!"

"We can put the remaining soldiers of the vassal tribes and the four major families in front of us."

The patriarch said confidently that perhaps it had communicated with other patriarchs and reached an agreement. "Anyway, on our migration path, these guys who are too big will only become troublesome. It is better to consume them first. Maybe they can fulfill your intentions and temporarily blow the tunnel down. Wouldn't it be a killing two birds with one stone?"

Although the four major families were jointly suppressed by dozens of small and medium-sized families, the lean camels were bigger than horses and cat eaters and other emerging forces could not kill all the powerful soldiers of the four major families at once, and could only be divided and supervised.

Now that the pressure of war is getting stronger and stronger, they cannot put their precious combat power without using it, but let their men fight to fight.

The remnants of the four major families and the barbarians of the vassal tribes were indispensable backbone forces on the battlefield. With one after another, the supervision of them gradually relaxed, and they gradually regained their freedom.

If the rat civilization is really ready to give up the Night Light City and migrate elsewhere, the remaining soldiers of the four major families and the barbarians of the vassal tribes are the biggest uncertainties. Instead of letting them make trouble on the road of migration, they should consume them all here.

"This, this is impossible!"

The cat eater was so angry that he trembled all over. Although he had seen many intrigues and conflicts within the rat race and had no favoritism for the four major families that he had brought to his own fault, he still had a dream in his heart, hoping to unite all rat races closely, eliminate the barriers between the families, and reshape a great civilization.

If today, if they really put the remaining soldiers of the four major families and the barbarians of the vassal tribes in front of the front, but they fled in panic, the dream would be shattered, the spirit of the rat tribe would collapse, and the great fanged kingdom would be divided into pieces and could never be rebuilt.

What's more, among the four major families, all the remaining soldiers who can survive today are smart and extremely agile; the barbarians of the vassal tribes are also loyal and cunning guys. They can really let the cat eaters control themselves like puppets, and obediently push them up, and fight one soldier when the main force retreats?

But cat eaters can never refuse their deputy’s advice.

Because it discovered that the other dozens of patriarchs had already stood behind the deputy, and its opposite side was gone.

Even after hundreds of tragic "winning battles", the cat eaters did not accumulate one-third of the prestige of the national teacher.

Even the powerful aura like the Immortal General, which would cause suffocation as soon as he appeared on the stage, has not been accumulated.

It has not yet, and may never reach the level of autocracy, life and death.

The Rat army is also a standard aristocratic coalition. Most of the Rat races do not directly obey its command, but obey their own patriarchs.

Cat eaters are in a dilemma.

This embarrassment did not last long and was broken by a strange change on the battlefield.

The left wing, which had not yet contacted the insect tide, was like a whip that was whipped hard by an invisible whip, and began to be in chaos, disintegrating and retreating.

After a moment, the same collapse also appeared on the right wing, because the rat tribe on the right wing had already come into contact with the insect tide, like two octopus tangled together in a tangled manner, entering a close-knit fight.

But there were a large number of rat races, as if they were in a sympathy, and they were still fighting to the death despite their companions, and at the same time turned around and ran away.

The originally overwhelming advantage was instantly exposed in the strange collapse of the left and right wings and became precarious.

The cat eater was furious and furious, staring at the deputy's throat with his bloodshot eyes, and he wanted to bite off the deputy's throat and use cold blood to calm his anger.

It also thought that the deputy was the one who took action first and then reported, and retreated privately regardless of the overall situation.

Unexpectedly, the deputy, including dozens of patriarchs behind the deputy, was stunned when he saw this scene, as if he was struck by lightning.

The cat eater then remembered that most of the troops deployed on the left and right wings of the battle formation seemed to be remnants of the four major families and barbarians of the vassal tribes.

"These ungrateful bastards, did they actually run away before us?" The deputy shouted half angry and half desperately.

The cat eater is silent.

Indeed, although more than a hundred victories have made the "territory" of the Toothed Kingdom unprecedentedly vast, such boasting can only deceive the little mice who have just been born for a few months.

For the remaining soldiers of the four major families, they were originally responsible for managing strategic materials and all "divine tools", so they naturally knew how desperate the consumption speed of these non-renewable resources was.

As for the barbarians of the vassal tribes, they had originally surrendered because of their power, and they naturally had a more keen perception of the weakening of the power of the Toothed Kingdom.

The trees fell and the money scattered, and the cicadas came to the autumn before they came to the scene. They probably had discovered that the toothed kingdom was gradually collapsing. Maybe they had been discussing secretly for a long time, just waiting for an opportunity to wait for a cat eater to take care of their opportunities.

That's now.

As the two wings collapsed, the frontal pressure of the rat tribe battle formation suddenly increased sharply. The elites of small and medium-sized nobles such as Cat Eaters were trapped in the vast ocean of insect tides. They felt that there were mutant insects from all directions. Although they were not as defeated as mountains, they were constantly bleeding by the enemy. It was the limit that they could barely maintain the front line without collapse. How could they have the energy to round up such a large-scale defeat?

"We are too hesitant and too kind! We should have withdrawn from the Night Light City long ago and should not be entangled with these damn bugs!"

The cat eater's deputy stamped his feet and beat his chest, looking like he was regretting his original appearance.

It glared at the defeated soldiers fiercely, then quivered the cat-eating man with an extremely complicated look, turned his head to the other patriarchs and said, "No further ado, let's retreat soon, this battle cannot be fought!"

"etc"

The cat eater was dizzy and said anxiously, "If even your elites withdraw from the battlefield, the front line will really collapse completely and be defeated!"

"Otherwise, should we devote our precious elites to this meaningless war of attrition, and delay time for the remaining soldiers of the four major families and the barbarians of the vassal tribes, so that they can escape without any harm?"

The deputy's eyes also turned red, "Before now, our elites have not fully entered the battlefield, and we must preserve the last vitality. As for other things, we can't take care of so many. Fortunately, there are enough corpses left on the battlefield, and we should be able to drag the insect tide for a moment!"
Chapter completed!