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Chapter 193 The King Claims Credit

The horse king, who was given special treatment, returned with the female two-legged creature, which aroused the envy of the wild horses.

Wild horses:
I never felt bitter when I was starving, but now that I've only been living on grass jelly and candy for a few days, I never want to go back to the way things were.

Chirp chirp chirp, let's go home! They're going home with the female two-legged creature!

These wild horses were not only incredibly enthusiastic about Gan Minglan, but they also vied to take the place of the Horse King and carry her.

Horse King: You want to steal a female two-legged creature from it? You're courting death!
If any wild horse gets close to Gan Minglan, it will not hesitate to kick it.

Gan Mingfu was completely dumbfounded:
I've heard of dogs guarding their food, but I've never heard of horses fighting over their owners!

He actually somewhat agreed with the sentries' speculations about the Tatar army's recent continuous losses of men and horses.

Since the blood clot in his brain dissipated, his sister seems to have been reborn.

He's intelligent and has the ability to fight.

He even accumulated a lot of experience in killing enemies on the battlefield.

He had no doubt that his sister's current skills would be enough to make her a force to be reckoned with in the martial arts world.

As for how the older sister inflicted huge losses on the enemy without alerting a large army, that's not important.

The important thing is that it was the enemy soldiers who were wounded!

Thinking about it this way, his sister might really be some kind of powerful being reincarnated.

Gan Mingfu, who possessed the talent of a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), thought so.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt like slapping his own head a few times.

He was a scholar.

A Master does not speak of strange things!

He even caught the delusion from the sentries!

An hour later, the condition worsened.

Gan Minglan stopped everyone's advance when they were about ten miles away from the border of Junma Mountain.

He then took out a ceramic whistle and blew it.

"Shush. Shh."

Gan Mingfu: Who will tell him!
Not only could the wild horses understand his sister's commands, but even the prairie grateful mouse would rush to his sister's side to report when it heard the whistle.

It seems we'll have to guide them.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back: "Sis, what's going on?"

"Didn't I say that I prepared a welcoming ceremony for the Tatar army? When I came back to report last time, I had the Gratitude Rat you mentioned lead its kind to dig many holes in the places that must be passed before the major passes of Junma Mountain."

The sentries were immediately invigorated, shouting in their hearts: "Horse Trapping Formation! This is the Horse Trapping Formation!"
But then they realized that the Tatar army had only been there for twenty days, and there were more than fifty gaps of varying sizes in Junma Mountain.

Where did the captain's Gratitude Rats and their kind come from to dig so many holes?
They had no doubt about the captain's words, but they didn't trust the grateful rat.

They had seen plenty of rabbit holes and mouse holes on the grassland.

Under the torchlight, the path leading to the gap looked no different from usual.

"Captain, where is the rat hole hiding?"

“The Tatars aren’t stupid. If they attacked the city during the day, wouldn’t they have spotted an ordinary rat hole at a glance? The entrance would naturally be dug below the soil.”

After hearing Gan Minglan's explanation, the team members were even more surprised.

"Captain, can the Gratitude Rat really understand your commands?" "Captain, you can tame rats too, besides wild horses? Did you study under some master before? Or did you learn animal language?"

"Ah! I really want to know how the Gratitude Mouse got the other mice to dig its burrow! Is it the leader of all the mice on the grassland?"

"It's so beautiful and intelligent, it's a shame it's not the leader!"

"Oh, if Ang had a shovel right now, he would really like to dig a few holes to take a look."

Gan Minglan: "."

She didn't want to make up lies, and she was too lazy to answer.

Anyway, the team members were all used to her quiet and reserved nature.

She doesn't even need to respond; the other person can automatically fill in the blanks in their mind.

Gan Minglan dared to boast that she had prepared a welcoming ceremony for the Tatars because she was very confident in the project.

Before starting work.

Her requirement for the chief engineer, Atu Dawang, was that the cave entrances should not collapse when people walk on them.

The thickness of the soil layer from the opening, the size of the opening, and the depth are all based on standard data obtained through testing.

Even at each breach, she demanded that King Atu set an example for his underlings first.

When King Atu is doing any important task assigned to him, he is quite reliable.

At this moment, King Atu, who was sitting on the horse king's neck, was reporting his work to his master:
"Chirp chirp chirp. Apart from my army of weasels, grass rabbits, gray squirrels, mountain rats, and my own kind, everyone in this grassland and sandy land within a radius of several hundred miles with enough claws has come to help with the work."

Gan Minglan: "King Atu is truly mighty!"

King Atu puffed out his little chest:

"King Gugu Gugu has given the order, how dare the mice disobey? Hmph, it's all because you, master, have given the mice too much work! There are more than fifty gaps in this mountain! The mice have been busy until tonight and still haven't finished digging them all."

Gan Minglan: "Wow, you guys are even more capable than I thought! The bad guys haven't arrived yet, Your Majesty, keep up the good work!"

Hearing his master's endless flattery, King A-Tu became even more smug. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly started to whine and cry, looking pitiful.
"Master, look at my claws! These claws are practically useless! They've dug so many holes these past few days, I can't even count them all!"

Gan Minglan touched its outstretched steel claws and offered a perfunctory word of comfort:
"Oh dear, these claws really do wear out! But who else can I rely on but you? You're more capable than all the rats on the grasslands, the sand dunes, and Mount Gema combined!"

The tail on King Atu's rump was practically wagging indistinctly; the true nature of the matter was revealed at the last moment.

"Aww, since the mouse is so capable, will it come home with you this time?"

Gan Minglan almost burst out laughing.

The cunning King Atu had been boasting for so long, and I thought he was going to make some difficult request.

He hummed and hawed for a while.

As a result, this is it?
Oh, that makes sense!
King Atu was so desperate to appear openly and honestly in front of her family that he was practically going crazy.

"Alright, alright, if you beat the bad guy down this time, I'll take you home to see the cubs! Poor Yuanyuan doesn't have any breast milk, I don't even know if her little face is still round!"

"Ahhh"

The incessant shouts of King Atu opened up new horizons for Gan Mingfu and his companions.

day!
How many different kinds of mouse language does a marmot use?
The sounds made by the Gratitude Mouse were never repeated.

Moreover, after listening for half an hour, they were able to discern a general emotion from the volume and spiciness of the sound.

Oh my god! This is outrageous!
You absolutely won't believe it, but my son has actually learned a language of animals!

(End of this chapter)