Inside the General Warehouse, the battle between the rats was still raging, but it was nearing its end.
The small, adult House Mice were the most numerous and had suffered the heaviest casualties. Their corpses lay everywhere, almost blending into the battlefield, with fewer than one in a hundred surviving.
But their results were considerable. At least seventy percent of the casualties had been caused by these House Mice, including their own casualties.
By burrowing into the giant rats' flesh and wreaking havoc, the House Mice had killed vast numbers of Rat Slaves and even Conjoined Rat Nests.
Very few Rat Slaves and Conjoined Rat Nests remained alive now, fewer than three hundred in total, fighting back with firearms.
They had reached an agreement with the remaining House Mice to concentrate first on the ugliest, most vicious rat king present!
"There's only one reason you lost-you have the biggest, ugliest rat head here. Die!"
A Rat Slave squeaked wildly and fired a cannon at the enormous Rat Nest in the middle of the warehouse, blasting off a pile of severed limbs, garbage, and House Mouse fragments.
This enormous Rat Nest was made of human bodies and garbage, with rats crawling all over it, burrowing in and out and constantly destroying it.
As for friendly fire... everyone here was an enemy. There was no such thing as friendly fire.
They were all concentrating their attacks on the rat king only because its enormous rat head was the ugliest, most deserving of a beating, and hardest to deal with.
"Hurry up and bring some ammunition! I'm out!"
A larger Conjoined Rat Nest used seven or eight arms to hold a Rotary Beam Cannon like a rifle. Its aim was atrocious, and it fired indiscriminately. Whoever it hit, it couldn't lose.
The House