The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 424 The Fierce Wolf Cub
The Bo chieftain roared repeatedly, "Run! Run into the mountains!"

Fish enter the sea, birds soar into the blue sky, unfettered by cages and nets.

For the native Bo people, once they return to their familiar mountain forests, it is not easy for the Han people to catch up with them.

They were shorter than the Han people and had a slender build, allowing them to move through the mountains as if on flat ground.

The official road was flanked by mountains.

Ever since.

After being dealt a heavy blow, the Bo people scattered like birds and beasts.

Watching them nimbly dart away, Gan Minglan smiled.

If they hadn't had the grass and trees along the official road to escape, we might not have been able to outrun them.

In the dense, shrub-covered mountain forest?

That's my home turf!
In order to avoid drawing too much attention to her cheating, Gan Minglan patted the Rat King, who was still huffing and puffing on the horse's head.

"Hurry up, it's your turn to work!"

In the blink of an eye, the Rat King had vanished without a trace.

When the Bo chieftain, escorted by dozens of servants, ran a long way and finally reached the mountainside, he saw a silvery-white, furry creature on a rock a dozen meters away from him.

The servants cried out in alarm:
"Isn't that the female general's white fox?"

"Were you startled by the sound of firearms just now?"

The Bo people's leader was not surprised but delighted. That female general took her with her to battle; she must be the apple of her eye.

If we steal this silver fox, we might be able to get his brother back!

The moment the evil thought arose, with just a glance, several servants surrounded the furry ball of fur.

Rat King: It is a rat that can tell who is the king and who is the queen!

With a powerful push from its hind legs, it leaped off the boulder.

It bypassed the servants who came to capture it and rushed straight towards the Bo people's leader.

Silvery-white fluff floated through the air.

The servants didn't even get a glimpse of it.

And the final realization of the Bo people's leader, who lived for thirty years, was:

No, no, that's not a white fox, it's a giant rat!

mouse?!

A silvery-white mouse!

Recognizing the Rat King's rat form is of no use.

The Rat King immediately attacked a two-legged creature that coveted its skin.

With a few claws and sharp teeth.

One head, easily taken.

The servants of the Bo people chieftain were so terrified when they saw a huge silver rat holding their chieftain's head up in one paw, baring its bloody teeth at them.

After realizing what was happening, a desperate cry escaped his throat:
"what!"

"Mom, save me!"

"Grandpa Mountain God, please show your power!"

People are most afraid of the unknown.

These ethnic minorities living in the mountains all have totem beliefs.

Coincidentally, the totem of the Bo people's mountain village is an animal.

Each village has its own mascot, but without exception, white is considered the best color.

White tiger, white deer, white snake, white horse, etc.

A silver-white, long-haired rat the size of a dog—not even one could be found in the vast mountains of Sichuan.

If it's not a mythical beast, then what is it?
No wonder!
No wonder that female general always carried this with her when she went to war.

How could this be a pet that bewitches a woman's heart?

It's clearly a deadly weapon.

Oh no, it's a mythical beast!

The brave and fearless Bo people, before their faith, slid down and kowtowed without hesitation.

Muttering to himself: Please, divine beast, spare me.

Mythical Beast Rat King: Your kneeling posture is not devout enough, I will not let you off lightly!
It remembers the moment I tried to catch it.

It continued to wave its claws, grinding its teeth menacingly at the Bo people.

General Gan's attacks were much more subtle, constantly creating obstacles for the enemy's footing. As the Bo warriors ran, they were sometimes tripped over tree roots.

Or, unexpectedly, you might fall from the mountainside.
With General Gan and the Rat King backing them up, the Bo people, known as the war gods of the Southwest, had no chance of escape.
Little Gold hovers in the sky.

It found out the hiding places of the Bo people's mountain villages one by one.

Soon, a search team, guided by the golden eagle, found the first Bo people's mountain village.

Two hundred meters away.

A cluster of low, mud-brick houses came into view.

Compared to the well-arranged stilted houses of the Miao villages, the villages of the Bo people appear quite shabby.

The soldiers chirped softly:
"The Bo people actually have the nerve to boast about their good life! What kind of places do they live? They're not even as good as the worst dugouts in the Northwest!"

"So poor, the only wealth the Bo people have left is their population!"

"Well, whoever gets stuck with those prisoners who can hold more food than a rice bucket is doomed!"

A soldier pointed to a large group of Bo children playing wrestling at the village entrance and whispered:
"If adult Bo people are not popular, would underage Bo people be better off?"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and exclaimed, "Tsk!"

What's good!

Their faces were all dark and grimy.

On a freezing cold day, he was barefoot, with snot hanging from his nose and sniffling every now and then.

Don't even mention how filthy it was!
not far away.

There was an open-air fire pit with a dozen or so stoves on it.

In the various earthenware pots, some kind of vegetable soup was being simmered, but there was no trace of meat in it.

suddenly.

A boy who had been thrown to the ground turned around and saw the Han soldiers who had sneaked into their village.

He opened his mouth wide, tugged at his companion's sleeve, and gestured for the other to look over.

Wow!
so many people!
So many Han Chinese!

The older folks were already shouting, "The Han Chinese are attacking! Grab your weapons!"

As screams rang out, hundreds of underage boys ran out from the low mud houses and from the forest.

They carried homemade weapons: hunting bows, herb hoes for gathering herbs in the mountains, and even machetes for clearing mountains.

There was no fear on his face, only an almost frenzied excitement.

The sharp-eyed Lu Ye also spotted a little boy, about two years old, dragging a stick in his hand, who also wanted to join the fight.

Lu Ye and the others were speechless; this was even more ruthless than they had been back then!
The centurion of the vanguard battalion, who was leading the troops, put away his musket and waved to his thousand soldiers: "Try to capture them alive!"

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers quickly went to meet them.

Don't let their young age fool you; these young Bo people who rushed out were just as ruthless as those who had seen blood.

To pounce on someone.

He brandished his weapon and charged relentlessly.

After being forcefully blocked, he even went so far as to use his body to collide with the opponent's knife.

Even the most well-trained members of the vanguard battalion were somewhat hesitant when faced with this trapped beast cub who wanted to be captured alive but was willing to risk his life.

When the trapped cubs realized that the blade wasn't cutting them, they went even crazier.

"General, those Bo lads... they're insane!" a soldier ran back breathlessly to report.

Gan Minglan stood on high ground and saw everything.

Her eyes were filled with excitement: What a wolf cub!

Very fierce!

Very fierce!

very good!

He immediately raised his voice and ordered, "Use rattan nets!"

The mountains of Sichuan and Chongqing are never short of various vines and plants.

In winter, the leaves of vines wither, but the vines become even stronger.

In his spare time, General Gan had everyone weave a lot of nets to use for fishing.

Those that are big and dense can be caught in a single net.

Now, one network can be used for multiple purposes.

The effect of using the net wolf cubs is equally good!
(End of this chapter)