Let go of that monster girl!

Then Morren also scratched off the armored train's magnificent heavy engine.

The foreman rats' ears drooped completely, staring pitifully at the concept drawing that was already covered in crosses.

"Won't this turn back into the Rat Girl Train?"

"What a waste of your time."

I don't know anything about it, I'm just drawing.

The ideal is lofty, but the mouse girl is skinny.

Morren also wanted a super cool and huge armored train, but unfortunately, the current conditions did not allow it.

He could only comfort the mice:

"Let's broaden our thinking. We just need to add the weapons, and we can improve the other details gradually when we have the resources."

Moren dragged the concept art in front of him and quickly sketched out the outline of another simple mouse girl train: a square carriage with a slightly longer power carriage in front and a flatbed cart attached to the back.

Then, using charcoal pencil, a sturdy corner guard was drawn at the front of the car, and an iron cage headlight was added on top of it.

"It's going to start snowing soon, and this can not only clear snow, but also clear roads."

Then Morren drew a small cannon on the top of the engine room.

"The power carriage is heavier and has a lower center of gravity than the regular carriage, so small artillery can be placed on it."

The mice looked at the little cannon that Molen had drawn, then looked up at the giant cannon that had been crossed out on the concept drawing above, and then looked down at the little cannon again, their eyes filled with regret.

A foreman mouse thought for a moment, then raised its little hand and said:

“My Lord Baron, no, the rats’ cannons have no gun depression. If we put them on the roof, they won’t be able to hit anything.”

Hmm, that does seem to be a problem.

So the mighty cannon became a small cannon, and the small cannon became an even smaller ballista, sitting alone on the roof of the vehicle, looking even more pitiful.

The mice couldn't bear the contrast and pouted, almost crying.

The ballista's core advantage is its extremely fast turning speed, but its disadvantages are insufficient rate of fire and firepower, which is why it could only be used for anti-aircraft defense before the invention of the Lyme bomb.

Using this as the main weapon of the Rat Girl Armored Train is really not cool enough.

Molen also felt it was lacking. He stared at the small ballista for a while, then said:

“Since the weapons are all on the roof of the power car, I have an idea.”

"Boss, I have an idea too."

The sulfur, which had been standing quietly to the side, now smiled.

"You're thinking the same thing as me?"

I think so.

The mechanic sulfur makes his grand entrance!

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Half a day later.

Two blacksmith mice, responsible for repairing the car, squatted at the connection of the carriage, their small hands holding large tools and tightening large iron bolts.

The bolt was finally pulled out, and the two mouse girls leaned back and sat down on the ground with a thud. The connecting buckle clicked, and the damaged carriage was completely separated from the adjacent carriage.

The next step was to push the carriage off the tracks, but even with their small bodies pressed against the side of the carriage and their little feet pushing hard, the carriage didn't budge.

"Squeak, so heavy!"

The freight wagon is not like a regular flatbed wagon; even the chassis is far too heavy for the mouse girl.

The red-haired deer girl walked over from the side, reached out and grabbed the bottom edge of the carriage, and with a forceful pull, slightly lifted one side of the carriage.

The blacksmith rats worked together, and the carriage finally slid off the tracks with a clattering sound.

"Thank you so much, sister! You've been a huge help!"

"You're welcome."

"My sister is so strong."

The red-haired deer girl smiled, raised her arms, revealing her strong forearm lines.

"Was my sister a knight before?"

"Yes."

"Sister is so amazing! No wonder she's so good at cutting down trees!"

The red-haired deer girl turned around, walked to the chassis of the carriage that needed to be moved, grabbed the edge of the carriage with both hands, and slowly dragged it to the open space used for repairs. The mouse girls cheered softly behind her.

The red-haired deer girl stopped, exhaled, looked at her hands, and said with some emotion:

“I am not a competent knight. I wasn’t long ago, I wasn’t recently, and I’m afraid I’m not now.”

“I used to be a miner, now I work in a workshop. If you also want to switch careers, I can teach you how to make nails.”

The red-haired deer girl paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

She could never have imagined that one day she would be discussing nail making with a commoner rat girl.

The red-haired deer girl looked around. Not far away, other former noble ladies and cat girls were walking over with iron plates and tools, muttering complaints.

She looked at the other side of the track, where the two rat girls who had been tightening the bolts had crawled under the car, with only their long, thin tails sticking out and swaying back and forth, occasionally making a clanging sound.

An unexpected feeling, not bad.

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Not far away, former noble ladies were carrying iron plates and wooden planks, while catgirls carried tool baskets, lazily meowing.

"This basket is so heavy, meow."

"So heavy, meow, my back is going to break, meow."

It's not heavy at all, but it doesn't stop the cats from meowing.

With a cacophony of squeaking and squeaking, many mouse girls suddenly poured out of the mine entrance and ran towards the test site.

The former noble ladies and the cats looked on in bewilderment at the flow of rats.

"Hurry up and squeak, or you'll miss the fun!"

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak!!!"

The militia rats cheered and pressed the switch on the ballista.

The crossbow strings fired continuously at a terrifying frequency, sending out a barrage of crossbow shells that rained down on the wooden target fifty meters away.

Before the lime bomb even exploded, the poor target had already been smashed to pieces by repeated impacts.

Immediately afterwards, green acid mist gushed out from the projectile, exploded with a deafening roar, and burst into flames, the resulting gale forcing the rat girls to cover their ears.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak!!!"

"Squeak!!!"

"Wow, that's amazing!!!"

"One more time! One more time! Squeak!!!"

The automatic crossbow on the roof of the vehicle was actually surprisingly simple in structure. It was a common crossbow with an automatic string retractor. A transmission belt made of dragon cloth passed through the roof of the vehicle and drew power from the motor in the power compartment below.

Sulfur even designed a magazine for it; twelve lime bombs were simply stuffed into an iron tube and attached directly to the top of the ballista. Once the magazine was empty, it could be replaced to continue firing.

This terrifying little gadget can fire up to 90 rounds per minute!

As for accuracy, there is absolutely none, but if it were a Lem bomb, accuracy probably wouldn't be a major concern.

The former noble ladies stood at the back, dumbfounded as they stared at the terrifying weapon with its excessive firepower, dropping the sheet metal and timber they were carrying to the ground.

MouseTech, Shocking the Hearts of Animals!

Chapter 150 Snow, Mouse Girl, and Cat Girl

Snowing.

The snow did come exceptionally early this year.

Several days before the harvest festival, light snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

The Dark Zone doesn't have distinct seasons, and the Dwarf Mountain is located in the southernmost part of the Mouse Girl Kingdom. It's likely that the entire Mouse Girl Kingdom will have a rather difficult winter this year.

The snow fell steadily, and after two shifts of mouse girls, a thick layer of white had accumulated on the ground.

The mouse girls poured out of the mine entrance, saw the snow covering the ground, and immediately squeaked happily as they stepped onto it.

"Squeak! It's snowing!"

"Great!"

"We've been waiting for so long, let's get started!"

Last year's ugly Baron snowman made many mouse girls very dissatisfied, so this year the Baron statue must be built ahead of schedule, and it must be big and handsome!

The mud-working mice brought over wooden molds. They swung their little shovels, cleared away the snow on the road, shoveled in the loose snow, pressed it down firmly, and patted it into square snow bricks, which they then stacked one by one along the roadside.

The stonemason rats brought scrapers and selected qualified pieces from the stacked snow bricks. They stood on the wooden ladder and stacked them layer by layer, while several others squatted below and used scrapers to refine the outlines. Still others stood at a distance to direct the proportions.

"The shoulders are too narrow, and the Baron's arms are very strong!"

"Make its head a little bigger, so it looks super smart."

The snow sculpture gradually took shape, a half-length figure, over ten meters tall, looking extremely impressive.

Under the watchful eye of the Baron's snow statue, the mice on either side of the open ground had already begun a snowball fight and arms race.

Unlike last year's snow trenches which were just a passing fad, this year the mice have undergone many trials and tribulations and have become incredibly powerful super mouse girls.

The team to the left of the statue built a chest-high fortification wall with snow bricks, and also dug firing holes in the wall.

The team on the right went even further, building a trench with wooden planks to prevent slipping, and even setting up a snowball transfer station at the corner.

One of the mouse girls even excitedly pushed a hand-cranked repeating crossbow from the training ground. The feed slot was already set up on the crossbow arm, and it was waiting to stuff snowballs into it.

"With this, we're guaranteed to win!"

But the foreman rat rushed over from the side and grabbed her round ear.

"These are weapons. You are not allowed to play with weapons."

The rat girl was pulled back by the ear, rat and crossbow together, and was still muttering that it was unfair.

The scout mouse scurried down the watchtower, weaved through the noisy mice, ran into the workshop, shook its head, brushed the snow off its round ears, and held a telegram aloft in its little hand to report to Morren.

"Your Excellency! A telegram has arrived from the Low Hill Market, saying that the Carrot family and the other merchant have returned with their goods and wish to see you!"

So fast, but Sweet Radish Territory isn't that far from the Aishan Market, so this efficiency is reasonable.

With more pure quartz supplied by the Kelot family caravan, the greenhouse would truly be just around the corner.

However, these goods wouldn't expire, so Morren wasn't in a hurry. His charcoal pencil was still on the blueprint, and he casually replied:

"Understood, we'll talk about it after the armed train is built."

Molen looked up from the blueprints and gazed out the workshop window.

The catgirls he summoned, dressed in thick winter clothes, stood in a neat row blocking the workshop entrance.

They all squinted and tilted their heads back to watch the snowflakes fall.

Suddenly, a catgirl stretched out her hands and caught a drifting snowflake with incredible speed, then slowly opened a crack to peek inside.

The snowflakes have, of course, melted.

The other cat lowered its head and sniffed the snow on the ground. The cold air made it shrink its neck and quickly retreat.

The cats didn't like playing in the snow, so instead of frolicking with the mice, they tucked their limbs under their bodies, curling into round little balls of fluff, and lazily closed their cat eyes as they lay under the eaves of the workshop entrance.

"How boring, meow. How much longer is the Baron going to keep going, meow?"

"Let's wait a little longer. The Baron will call us when he's ready."

"This clothing is so warm! I've always wanted a warm place. Thank you, Baron! Meow..."

The foreman rat poked his head out of the workshop and saw the row of cats about to fall asleep by the door. He quickly ran over and grabbed their tails.