The honeypot ants who were dragging the corpse suddenly noticed a rush of footsteps - very close at hand!
She was startled. At this moment, there was a more rapid sound of fighting beside her. It was the sound of a body rolling on the ground. At the same time, her own body was knocked to the side.
"There is a destroyer!"
This honeypot ant realized that the companion who had just come to help her had been attacked, and she didn't know what the situation was now!
The honeypot ant immediately put down the body and opened its jaws in a defensive posture. Her tentacles were groping around, but in the darkness, she could not touch the bodies of the two fighting parties. Only a small pool of blood remained on the ground - the smell of her companion's blood.
It was clear that the movement was nearby, but he couldn't see or touch it, and he couldn't help his companions. It was so uncomfortable!
After a while, the sound of fighting around them became fainter. The honeypot ants, groping along the blood, finally found their companions not far away.
But she is already a dead body...
He collapsed softly on the ground, a small amount of blood seeping out of his body, and the back of his neck had been broken, and he couldn't bear to touch it...
The little destroyer that attacked was not as exaggerated in size and strength as the standard destroyer or the big destroyer. It was only the size of a big-headed soldier ant, but it was also very powerful, and it was still not something that honeypot ants could contend with.
Moreover, this Destroyer could see things in the dark as if it were daylight, and was at home in this underground battlefield environment. It took advantage of the surprise attack and bit the attacked honeypot ant on the back of its neck, causing the opponent to lose most of its fighting ability.
However, the attacked honeypot ant still resisted tenaciously. She rolled her body and actually brought down the attacking little destroyer. The two sides rolled back and forth on the ground. One side tried to get rid of it, but the other refused to let go. It was obvious that the little destroyer had the advantage. The Destroyer still won the final victory.
Touching the corpse of its companion, the surviving honeypot ant realized that something was wrong. In the deep darkness, where nothing could be touched, there was deep danger hidden. It seemed like a peaceful sandy land, but in fact it was hidden everywhere. Like an ant lion's trap.
She stepped back cautiously, and except for briefly touching the ground to confirm the direction, her tentacles were waving frantically from side to side. This way she could detect the Destroyer in advance, which at least brought her comfort.
The battlefield was extremely noisy. The sound of ballistae and the sound of fighting covered up the movement on the small battlefield next to the corpse. Except for the ants involved, no one knew that a life-and-death showdown between ambush and defense was going on here!
The little Destroyer had moved over the corpse, lowered his body, and let the shells, which could only be seen as afterimages, pass by not far above his head. The oleic acid smell of the corpse covered up the smell of it, and its compound eyes were deep but sharp, watching the cautious honeypot ant get closer to the corpse and closer to itself.
If this honeypot ant is willing to give up its body and return to the position alone, then the little destroyer will hardly be able to succeed even if it barely manages to attack the heavily defended position. However, this honeypot ant still did not give up the corpse. She wanted to take it back, as if this corpse was the meaning of her battle, the goal of survival, and the entire life of the ant!
But such persistence also brings danger to herself!
When the tentacles of the honeypot ant came into contact with the corpse, the smell of dead oily acid spread into the tentacles. She was unaware that above her head, the squatting little destroyer suddenly raised its body, and then pounced, its entire body leaping high.
Wind! Gunshot! Wail! Ringing one after another!
Before Honeypot Ant could realize what was going on, there was the sound of an object falling from the side, and she reached out with her tentacles, it was the Destroyer!
This Destroyer was rolling powerlessly on the ground. It was so unlucky that when it was preparing to pounce on its habitual target, because its body was too high, it blocked the trajectory of a mung bean cannonball. It was below the head and above the abdomen. The position was instantly shattered.
Now, only a trace of flesh and blood is left on its head connected to the remaining abdomen. Most of its chest has disappeared, leaving only bloody wounds. Even its six jointed limbs have been lost and turned into flesh and blood under the shells. Now, it can only rely on its body to twist on the ground, like an ugly maggot.
The honeypot ant worker touched the little destroyer, but the opponent was still vicious and quickly bit one of her tentacles with its big jaws. But she was not weak. She immediately bit the little Destroyer's rag-like body, and with a strong force, she quickly tore the opponent's head completely from the body.
The little Destroyer was dead. It had been severely wounded by the ballista, and the tentacles biting the honeypot ant had exhausted its last vitality.
The honeypot ant is still alive, but it has the head of the little destroyer hanging on one of its tentacles and cannot be removed alive. This tentacle is dead! She could only use another tentacle to fumble, then picked up the Destroyer's body for an unknown number of times and continued to pull it back.
Around her, the sounds of various battles continued. But this has nothing to do with her, her battle is over, this body is the trophy, and it will be moved back to the position soon.
Nearby, more and more honeypot ant worker ants appeared. They were in groups of three and five. They were the strong men in front of the position. They were responsible for cleaning the battlefield at close range and would not venture deep into the battlefield like she did. These worker ants began to assist the honeypot ant in carrying the body. At the same time, the mutilated body of the other little destroyer she killed was also brought back, which was discovered by other ants.
Finally completing the task, the honeypot ant worker who had narrowly escaped death returned to her position and collapsed weakly on the ground. The long-term mental stress and trauma on her body made her very tired.
A companion cautiously stepped forward and smelled the scent of the Destroyer's head, so he was wary. It wasn't until she received a signal for help that the honeypot ant companion communicated with her briefly with her tentacles and began to help her pull out the head of the little destroyer hanging on the tentacles.
The head fell so heavily that the tentacles were almost torn off. This was so painful. The honeypot ants who came to help spent a lot of effort and had to be careful not to hurt her, before they finally bit the little Destroyer's head with its big jaws firmly, and then dismembered it along the joints and gaps like a butcher dismembering a cow. Finally freed her bitten tentacles.
During the rescue process, the bitten honeypot ant twitched in pain at first, but gradually stopped moving. When the rescue was completed, the honeypot ants who came to help happily touched her with their tentacles, wanting to tell her the good news.
However, what came back from the tentacles was a fresh smell of oleic acid...
The pain, fatigue, and tension have exhausted the last bit of energy in this little ant's body. A soldier died on the battlefield that belonged to her!
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