Let go of that monster girl!

"certainly not."

Sulfur awkwardly turned its head away.

Chapter 89 Little Lime Bomb

a few days later.

Cheese River.

A dark wasteland devoid of light.

The mouse girls, one by one, were responsible for laying the sleepers.

They stretched out their little hands and lifted the wooden sleepers made of fungi off the mouse girl's train.

I jogged along the gravel road and neatly arranged the sleepers on the roadbed.

The spacing between each sleeper was measured with a whittled wooden stick.

The rat women squatted on the ground, poked the measuring stick between the two sleepers, squinted at it, and then kicked the crooked sleeper a few centimeters straight with their toes.

The rat girls, who are responsible for transporting the mine tracks, work in groups of sixteen.

They lifted a long mining rail from the rat girl train that was following behind and moved forward while shouting work chants.

The mine rails landed on the sleepers with a heavy clang, and the rat girls, their shoulders red from being crushed, ran back.

The Rat Girl train slowly followed along the newly laid mine tracks, and the next group had already caught up with the new mine tracks.

The blacksmith rats, responsible for nailing the rails, worked in pairs.

Crouching on either side of the sleepers, one mouse, wearing a safety helmet, held onto the rail spikes, while the other mouse swung a hammer and smashed it down.

Each hammer blow sent sparks flying as the spikes were driven deeper into the sleepers.

"Watch where you're going, don't hit me!"

"If you close your eyes, you won't be afraid."

"Then shut up."

"I was the one who smashed it!"

The Mouse Girl Train's locomotive faced the low hills, while the carriages faced Flower Town. It carried three cannons, two acid trains, and a whole bundle of mine rails tied together.

Slowly following along the newly laid mine tracks, the wheels made a steady clanging sound as they rolled over the new rails.

The scout rat on the train gripped the ignition lever tightly, its eyes fixed on the dark depths of the wasteland, watching for any suspicious shadows or movements.

"Squeak there!"

She suddenly stood up and pointed to the right front, where the crank handle of the rotating turret was being frantically shaken by two militia rats.

The gears clicked and meshed, and the cannon barrel turned to aim at the silhouette swaying in the darkness.

boom!

A grenade flew out, trailing an orange-red flame, flashed white in the distance, and then exploded, scattering dirt and bits of flesh everywhere.

The innocent Chimera Beast passing by was blown to pieces before it even understood what was happening.

"It feels so good!"

The militia rat excitedly patted the cannon barrel, then pulled his hand back and shook it twice after being burned.

The airship floated slowly above the train, and the navigation mouse on board waved a green flag down below.

The scout rat looked up at the flag signal, then turned around and waved to the militia rats around it.

"No more Chimera Beasts have been found yet, everyone stay vigilant."

The surrounding militia rats actually showed expressions of regret.

"Save the cannonballs, the Baron said he needs them to fight the fungal beasts."

The rat girl is still the same rat girl, the same rat that would run around in fear during the last short expedition.

But this time is different.

The rats have cannons!

The bigger the caliber, the bolder they are!

Squeak!

Moren stood on the watchtower above the city gate, gazing at the bustling mining railway construction site.

Construction had only been underway for half a day, but in the blink of an eye, nearly two kilometers of paving had already been completed.

In the distance, the figures of the rat girls lifting rails and swinging hammers were so small that they were almost invisible. Only a thin silver line could be seen extending straight north along the old stone road, with a small clump of wriggling sesame seeds at the end of the line.

The railway construction process involves three steps: rail construction, roadbed preparation, and rail laying.

The third step is actually the fastest.

Aishanling was not a wasteland before. The stone road leading to Xianhua Town was paved decades ago, and the last short expedition took this road.

It's very simple and very fast to just add a mining rail on top.

After all, each of these things is about twenty meters long, and there are only about a hundred per kilometer.

If the operation is fully mechanized, a single track-laying machine can lay 20 kilometers of track per hour.

This is semi-mechanized work for the mouse girl, but with so many mice, she can still manage to cover one kilometer in four hours.

It's only five kilometers from Aishan to Xianhua Town, and if all goes well, the road can be paved in two or three days.

And then...

Then it's time for the booming and banging.

Molen was well aware of his poor military skills and only liked one tactic.

Bomb it!

If we can't bomb them all, it's because our firepower is insufficient; if we can't kill them all, it's because our explosive yield is insufficient.

Reject military trickery and embrace carpet bombing.

Sulfur stood on the city wall, its red eyes fixed on the huge metal structure outside the wall, frozen in place.

Its structure is exceptionally simple: a two-meter-high, two-meter-wide, and three-meter-long iron box, with all six sides welded shut with iron plates, and the outer shell covered with dense rivets.

There was no complicated internal structure; the box contained a detonator as thick as a mouse's waist buried in the very center.

Next to the box, a long line of mouse girls wearing gloves stood, each holding a can of white-green gel-like ammonium explosive in both hands.

Carefully pour it into the filling opening at the top of the box, and then quickly run away.

Several timid mice lay down with their eyes closed, their little hands trembling with fear.

On the side of the box, a mouse is squatting on the ground, holding a can of green paint and a small brush, and is carefully drawing a cartoon lime head.

It has a round head, two big smiling eyes, a flower drawn on its head, and the words "Little Lime Bomb" written ugly next to it.

The sulfur's voice trembled:

"You're insane."

These days she has become very familiar with the terrifying power of ammonium dynamite.

Let alone such a huge block of explosives, just the detonating bolt in the middle would be enough to blast a hole in the city wall.

Sulfur turned its head and glared at Morren.

"You're even more reckless than those alchemy fanatics in the capital. If a single spark were to bounce up there, the city wall would probably collapse."

Molen leaned against the battlements, looking quite relaxed. He held up one finger and shook it.

"No, no, that's not right."

"Its power is not that small."

How powerful is this "little lime" bomb?

simply put.

One three-hundredth of the Little Boy nuclear bomb.

Even the low hills would collapse.

High explosives—their power is no joke.

This thing really does create a mushroom cloud when it explodes.

Morren couldn't wait to see the spectacular explosion.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Molen is a crazy gambler.

The reason he could talk and laugh with sulfur so calmly was that high-performance explosives are actually quite safe before they detonate.

Black powder is so dangerous because sulfur gets red-hot very easily and will explode with the slightest stimulation.

But soft ammonium explosives don't have this problem.

You hammer it, knead it, gnaw on it, mold it into a doll, or even light it with a flint and steel to cook with.

They won't explode.

Otherwise, what's the point of having a detonation device?

Molen glanced thoughtfully at the uneasy sulfur and the obedient lime.

He looked at Lyme, who had been standing quietly to the side for a long time.

"Have you never seen what a fungal behemoth looks like?"

Lem nodded seriously.

Molen stretched out his two hands and gestured towards the dark outline of the low hill not far away.

Then he moved his finger away and slowly drew an outline in the air next to the hill, only two sizes smaller than the hill.

Lyme's eyes widened as he followed the finger.

"You'll see it soon."

Chapter 90 Awakening the Fungal Forest

The Mouse Girl Train clanged along the newly laid mining tracks toward Flower Town.

The cheese river flows gently, and the mining tracks clang loudly.

The few monsters that had been attracted by the noise from the road paving team over the past few days were all easily dealt with.

The militia rats are now very confident and arrogant.

Each of them held their chins high and their round ears perked up, their faces looking as if they had won a battle, without needing any further encouragement from Molen.

The train consisted of eight sections of rat girl carriages, all of which were cannon wagons, and each was filled with dozens of the most elite militia rat girls.

They were all skilled gunners; not a single one carried a spear.

"When I last came to Flower Town, one rat defeated a hundred fungal zombies, only slightly fewer than the Baron!"

"You were so scared you peed your pants, haha."

"No, no, I didn't!"

"The Baron said that we are responsible for cleaning up the fungal corpses and small fungal beasts."

"The biggest behemoth can't be killed by cannonballs, so we're responsible for shooting its feet, since the airships can't hit its feet."

We've arrived in Flower Town.

The place was almost completely destroyed when the rats came to cut down trees last time. The remains of the houses were leveled and piled on both sides of the road, exposing the foundation stones underneath.

All that could be seen were broken tiles and a shattered door frame—a complete ruin.

The nearby sea of ​​withered flowers was a deathly gray.

In the distance, the tall clock tower of Flower Town stood alone in the darkness, its gray stone tower covered with dried mycelium, and the large brass bell on top still hung from the beam.

The hum of propellers came from overhead as the airship slowly floated over the Rat Girl Train, with the huge metal bomb hanging below.