“Huff~Huff~”

Inside the dim granary, Wu was gasping for breath.

The granary was dark. In the fierce "war" just now, the oil lamp that the witch brought had been blown out by the wind.

"Death or death! Death or death!"

The panting witch, holding back his anger, was still poking the bronze spear into the crack.

It’s a pity that these annoying little creatures are so difficult to deal with. If they had been dealt with so easily, they would not have become one of the three evils later.

This level of attack from the witch cannot cause any harm to them.

And as time goes by, the mice have become accustomed to this kind of attack and can basically ignore it.

At the beginning, they were squeaking and running around, but now, they just let Wu poke them randomly and no one knew where they were hiding, not making a sound.

The sweaty Wu finally stopped this useless action. He wanted to go out and find a more suitable tool to kill these things.

However, he stopped halfway because he thought for a while and it seemed that nothing could deal with them.

The distressed witch stood here thinking of a solution, and the granary, which had been in chaos for a while, finally calmed down.

“Squeak…”

After a moment's silence, a voice was heard in the darkness, followed by some rustling sounds.

The witch clenched the bronze spear in his hand and waited quietly, his eyes fixed on the breach in the granary.

"die!"

The witch saw the opportunity and thrust out the bronze spear, but it was blocked by the granary in the darkness. So after a lot of chaos, he returned empty-handed.

"die!"

“Squeak…”

Inside the granary, after a moment of silence, a burst of gunfire would be heard...

"#￥%!"

This group of mice really pissed off the witch, who hadn't spoken the tribe's original language for a long time, and started speaking the original language.

"Bang!"

The door of the granary hit the door frame, and the busy witch came out, sweating profusely.

With his anger still lingering, he originally wanted to throw the bronze spear and bronze axe in his hands to the ground. He raised his hand halfway, but then he felt reluctant to do so and finally did not throw them away.

"Fujiang, Fujiang~"

The angry witch saw Fu Jiang who was breastfeeding her baby there, her eyes lit up and she immediately paid attention.

"Bite! Bite them to death!"

The confused Fu Jiang and several other dogs of unknown generations were led into the granary by the witch.

Wu gritted his teeth and encouraged Fu and the others. After giving them a thorough explanation, he left the granary.

In order to prevent these damn little creatures from escaping, he also closed the door of the granary, leaving only a small gap.

The witch lay in front of the door with a completely distorted image, clenching a fist and secretly feeling hatred in his heart.

“Wuwuwu…”

“Squeak…”

"Bite! Bite them to death!"

The granary, which had been silent for a while, finally had some movement. Fu did not disappoint Wu and launched an attack on the little creatures that had poked their heads out.

The witch, who had been holding his breath for a long time, now clenched his fists and muttered through gritted teeth to cheer up the deputy general and the others.

Han Cheng still had Shi Tou, and he came back with an empty hammer. He heard the noise from afar and saw the witch lying in front of the crack of the door.

What is this doing?

Even though Han Cheng was knowledgeable and experienced, he was still confused by the scene before him.

"Wu, how..."

After standing here and staring at Shi Tou who was also confused for a while, Han Cheng came to the door of the granary and asked.

“Bite them to death! Bite them to death…Son of God…”

The witch, who was determined to kill the rats, kept muttering for a while before he noticed Han Cheng's arrival.

Wu, who had always been rather steady, actually had tears flashing in his cloudy old eyes when he saw Han Cheng.

What's going on? It almost made Wu cry?

Han Cheng was even more shocked...

Han Cheng understood what was going on and looked inside through the crack in the door. In the dim light, he could see Fu's blurry figures.

Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch his lips. This was truly a dog trying to catch a rat...

The animals living in the tribe have a really hard life, often having to juggle multiple roles.

The deer not only pull sleds, but also harrows and plows, doing all the work of cows, horses, and donkeys.

Fu treated these dogs well, guarding the gate, hunting, protecting the deer... and now they are doing the work that should belong to cats...

After a while of chaos, the granary became quiet. Wu couldn't wait to open the door, lit the oil lamp with a tinder, and entered the granary, wanting to see the results of the battle as soon as possible.

However, there were no dead rats in the granary, but Fu made them look dusty and dirty.

One of the dogs was even stuck in the gap, with its hairy butt exposed, whimpering helplessly...

"It's no use..."

At this time, Wu had completely forgotten how he had invited Fu and the others in before, and angrily slapped Fu on the head.

The unlucky guy stuck in the gap was a witch who had developed some bad habits from plucking wolf hair to make brushes. He reached out and pulled two tufts of hair from his butt.

This childish scene made Han Cheng laugh and cry.

Seeing that the dog was really pitiful and that if it continued like this, its entire "pants" would probably be "stripped off" by the witch, he quickly told Shitou to go out and find a stick.

Insert it into the gap, and while holding it against the wall, pry the weeds to one side.

After the gap widened a little, the dog, which was physically and mentally devastated, struggled to get out.

I didn't dare to stay here any longer and ran out without looking back.

Fu Jiang and the other dogs probably remembered the horror of having their hair plucked by the witch before, and they all quietly slipped away...

"God...Son of God..."

Wu looked at Han Cheng who looked like he was about to cry. He was really driven crazy by this group of people today.

Han Cheng was also muttering in his heart. He didn't expect that the tribe had only had food stored for less than two years and these guys had already come to the door.

Does this count as the domestication of a new animal in the tribe?

Thinking this in his mind, Han Cheng was not prepared to let these guys go.

Not only do these guys waste food, they also carry germs.

Not to mention anything else, the plague alone is enough to make Han Chengqi want to kill all these things.

It’s a pity that the weather is not cold enough now, otherwise we could take these guys outside after catching them, pry open their mouths, pull out their tongues and stick them on bronze objects, so that they can taste whether copper is sweet in winter!

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

Han Cheng said to Wu with a smile.

As someone who has set mousetraps many times to catch mice, he really has ways to deal with these uninvited guests.