Let go of that monster girl!

Shashashasha.

The sound of a clockwork mechanism came from the black hole above.

The mine rat scrambled and crawled down the slope, its short legs kicking as fast as it could.

She dashed out of the mine entrance, ran five or six meters, and then suddenly jumped forward, landing flat on the ground.

It hugged its helmet tightly with both hands, buried its face in its arms, and stuck its butt and tail high in the air.

"Squeak! Don't blow me up!"

The miner rat lay on the ground trembling for a long time before slowly opening one eye.

It was quiet all around.

The onlookers, all holding hammers, stood at a distance, dozens of round eyes fixed on her.

A mouse girl raised her hand and shouted:

"That wind-up timer has a ten-minute timer."

The miner's face turned red instantly, and she scrambled to her feet, patting the dirt off her skirt.

"I'm not afraid, I just slipped!"

She puffed out her small chest.

"That's right, it slipped and squeaked!"

Before the mice could speak, suddenly...

boom!!!

A sudden jolt ran beneath my feet.

A muffled, deafening roar erupted from the depths of the underground mine, spewing out a grayish-white stream of air and dust, forming a spectacular column of dust that shot straight into the sky!

The ground shook violently, and the rat girls staggered from side to side.

"Help! Earthquake!"

"The ground! The ground behind us has sunk!"

Dozens of meters behind the mine entrance, the ground sank down in large chunks, and cracks appeared in the gray-black rock.

Gravel and soil poured in, creating a shallow pit with a diameter of more than ten meters.

The rats seemed to finally understand why the Baron forbade them from digging like that in the low hill.

After the dust settled, the Mousefinch Tank drove backwards onto the mine track.

Before long, the tank, pulling the huge mining cart, slowly drove out of the mine entrance.

The iron bucket of the mine cart was piled high with broken iron ore, stacked to the brim, much higher than the cart itself. The top few pieces were so loose that they rolled all over the place.

The rat girls were all stunned.

Dozens of small faces were filled with the same expression.

With so much ore, how long would it take the rats to slowly break it down with hammers!

The Baron once said that this method of mining is called "cavitation mining".

Rats are usually afraid of mine tunnels collapsing, so this digging method involves deliberately inserting a reinforced mine tunnel under the ore vein and then blasting the top of it to collapse.

They blasted the ore vein from bottom to top, and the ore fell down with a clatter.

The ore just fell into the minecart through the big hole by itself, super, super fast.

The crushed mineral layers also form slopes, turning into a natural "funnel".

The upper layers of ore, following the shape of the funnel, all obediently fell into the minecart one by one.

Just control the collapse speed.

This mining speed is extremely fast; hundreds of tons of ore can be mined in a single day, and a single pillar can be mined out in just a few days.

However, it also has significant drawbacks.

The commotion was enormous; the ground shook violently, and after the mining was completed, a huge hole, tens of meters deep and tens of meters wide, collapsed directly into the ground.

Moreover, if the amount and location of the explosives are incorrect, the mine tunnel could easily be filled solidly.

Therefore, the Baron instructed that during the demolition, absolutely no ratgirls should stand in the mine tunnels.

Several seconds later, the mouse girls came to their senses.

"Squeak! S ...

The rats cheered, threw down their hammers and shovels, and rushed toward the large mine cart, scrambling to climb onto the edge of the bucket to begin unloading.

Wow, so fast, so many!

"I'm next to blow it up!"

Chapter 87 The Plan to Reclaim the Low Mountain

Foreman's meeting room.

These days, it's become a routine for the foreman to hold a weekly meeting every Monday.

The foreman rats all turned their heads in unison, watching as Morren picked up a piece of chalk and solemnly wrote several large characters on the rock wall of the conference room:

"Rat Girl Extinction Plan"

He stepped back to admire his masterpiece.

The foremen and their rats looked at each other, staring at each other blankly.

Are we going to go extinct too...?

Molen thought about it and realized that it was indeed ambiguous, so he raised his hand and erased the words "extinction of rat girls" and rewrote "dwarf mountain recapture plan" next to it.

He wrote four lines below.

"Extinction Bacteria Beast".

"Exterminate ants."

"Extinct Chimera Beasts".

"Drive away the cultists, drive away the stinking foxes."

Finally, he drew a heavy horizontal line at the bottom and wrote: "Reclaim Dwarf Mountain Territory!"

Molen turned around, dusted off his hands, and asked:

"Is ammonium dynamite effective?"

The foreman rats nodded repeatedly, vying to answer:

"It's super easy to use!"

"It's so powerful! The stone shattered instantly!"

"It works great!"

The last foreman rat hesitated for a moment, then added:

"It doesn't taste very good."

Molen decided to ask about the source of that statement later.

He turned around and tapped the words on the wall with a piece of chalk.

"We've worked so hard to mine so much ore recently, it's definitely not for selling."

"The time is ripe! We must drive out all the annoying things and take back our Dwarf Mountain Territory!"

If there are no monsters in the dark zone, it is just a barren plain that is not very convenient for farming.

Unfortunately, it does exist.

Molen felt that this was optional.

A consensus throughout history is that in the dark zone, there are only survivors, not conquerors.

Anyone with a clear head would find it hard to believe that the endless tide of chimeras and the boundless fungal forests are something that can be eradicated by human power.

No one would believe that a bunch of mouse girls who know absolutely no magic could do this.

Molen is certainly aware of this.

But simply achieving complete eradication within the Aishan Territory is another matter entirely.

Low Hill is a whole baronial territory, while Low Hill is just a mine.

Aishan only has copper and iron ore, while Aishan Territory has everything.

Even the foxes and dragons of the new market can only protect the city of the new market.

If the low hills can become the only safe zone in the dark area.

Then there's no need to do anything else; caravans and refugees will come to this only safe haven in the storm on their own.

A foreman rat raised his hand and asked:

"So, your Excellency, you mentioned last time that you wanted to build a railway?"

Morren nodded.

"Just like the rails used to move artillery on the low mountain city wall, we can't have artillery everywhere."

"But we can make sure the cannon is in every position."

The other foreman rat scratched the base of its ear and hesitated before speaking:

"But a single wave of Chimera Beasts can number in the tens of thousands. No matter how many cannons we have, we can't possibly fire them all off, can we?"

An older foreman rat nearby also raised its hand and asked in a low voice:

"What should we do with those rat girls who were taken away by the cultists? Should we use cannons to shoot them down?"

Morren shrugged and said:

"Let's do things one step at a time, starting with what cannons can fire."

"Fungal behemoths, these are limited in number, difficult to fight, but achievable."

He bent down and tapped the northern boundary of the low hill on the map table.

Flower Town.

The rat girls had already been there once before, cutting down a lot of fungal trees and bringing back many spoils.

But cutting down a few trees on the outskirts is completely different from removing the entire fungal forest. The rat girls haven't even seen a single real fungal beast.

"Build the first railway track here, transport the cannons over there, and we will purify all the fungi in the surrounding area and reclaim Flower Town!"

Morren drew a circle with his finger around the location of Flower Town.

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Workshop, mining rail forging area.

The blacksmith rats stood blankly in their positions, watching the electric forging hammer hanging above their heads go up and down.

It went up and down, making a monotonous, dull "dang, dang, dang" sound.

The so-called forging hammer has a very simple structure: it is a large block of iron suspended from the top of the workshop and moves up and down back and forth.

Release, slam down, pull up again, release.

Clang, clang.

The blacksmith rats don't need to operate the forging hammer itself; they only need to use long iron tongs to clamp one end of the long iron bar and push it forward little by little.

Watching this red-hot iron bar being hammered into the groove on the anvil, its cross-section slowly transforming into the shape of the letter L.

The iron bar at one end of the blacksmith rat is getting shorter and shorter.

The mining rail extending from the forging hammer side is getting longer and longer.

The next group of rat girls were already waiting on the other side of the forging hammer. As soon as the rolled ore rails appeared, they used iron pliers to clamp them and pull them out, dragging them to the next workstation for cutting, cooling, and drilling.

A blacksmith mouse pouted and asked its companion beside it in a sullen mood: