"What should we do now? What on earth should we do!"
In the mouse's camp, inside the command tent heavily guarded by a large force, the mouse commander was screaming sharply.
While screaming, it trembled, appearing nervous and frequently looking around.
Though outside the tent were many mice guarding, including elite forces among the mice. These elites received the blessings of the evil rat, dressed in fine armor, wielding weapons, trained to have no fear.
However, even amid such tight protection, this mouse commander still showed cowardice, as if an enemy might descend from the sky at any moment to take its life.
A plague mouse sat casually on a chair, emitting a stench unbearable even to its kind. Without a trace of fear, it spoke lazily and dismissively: "What solution is there? Why don't you beg the evil rat to command those apostles to protect you?"
