Chapter 4: Ambush from Ten Sides

  The mother mouse struggled on the mousetrap for a while, with half of its tail firmly clamped down and unable to break free.

  The mother mouse was indeed panicked for a while when she was first caught. As time passed, she calmed down and saw that I was still asleep, only then did she feel at ease.

  It looked up at the moon and then looked at the young mouse. Suddenly, it seemed to steel itself and turned its head to bite off the mouse's tail, freeing itself from the mouse's grip.

  Then he picked up the young mouse and hurriedly ran towards the west wing of the house.

  I tiptoed to the bed in the west wing, relying on the moonlight. I saw it crawling into a broken cabinet.

  I silently sneered in the courtyard for a moment, then went back inside and took a big nap.

  The next day. Woke up without knowing when. Anyway, it was already broad daylight outside.

  I hastily ate something and then walked to the west wing. I threw out all your stuff, leaving only that broken cabinet in the corner of the wall. Yesterday, I saw it clearly, the mother mouse ran into this place.

  I lifted my foot and kicked it with one kick. It was indeed very domineering. The cabinet had already decayed beyond recognition, and a wooden door shook and fell off with this kick.

  Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound was heard from the cupboard. Then 8 or 9 large rats scurried out.

  As soon as I saw these mice, my heart felt a bit unsettled. These mice had large heads, pointed chins and long tails. Their four legs were more than twice as thick as those of ordinary mice. Moreover, on the back of that mouse, there was a bunch of shiny green hair.

  Those mice seemed fearless, lying on the ground, staring at me with a sly gaze. For some reason, I felt that their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

  My goodness, is it going to become a spirit?

  I clenched the rusty iron spade in my hand. Originally, I had planned to wait for those mice to come out and then kill them all at once. But now, I suddenly have some doubts about my ability.

  I was hesitating and didn't dare to make a move. Suddenly, I felt a chill on the back of my neck. As everyone knows, my reaction is quick and famous.

  Although the realm of listening to the wind and debating the device in martial arts is not reached, it's almost there. I reached back with my right hand, relying on feeling, and grabbed something that felt like it had bumped into my hand. I exerted force with my palm, making an effort to catch it, and brought it to the front for a look. It was another mouse.

  This mouse's body is no different from those on the ground. With a big mouth, the fangs in its mouth are sharp and sharp. I suddenly became angry, and my anger rose to my heart.

  You few old mice, how dare you bully me? Do I care if there's green or red hair on your back?

  I grabbed the mouse's tail, swung my arm in a circle and slammed it to the ground with all my might. Hehe, let your intestines spill out for trying to sneak up on me.

  I hadn't even had time to feel triumphant. The few mice on the ground didn't know what kind of signal they received either, and they all jumped up and attacked me.

  At this time I was really busy, looking left and right. Although I wielded a broken iron shovel with great force, I still couldn't do it without leaking a single drop of water.

  From time to time, a mouse would jump onto my body and give me a few bites. Fortunately, these beasts were wary of the iron shovel in my hand. They didn't dare to bite wildly, or else this flesh of mine would have been bitten rotten long ago.

  It's a pity for the lower body. From the soles of the feet to the calves. First, the shoes and pants were bitten into strips, then the flesh was bitten into pieces, bloody and blurred.

  I thought to myself, this won't do at all. In just a few dozen minutes, these two legs of mine will be useless.

  I thought to myself: these mice are just a bit quicker and stronger. To say they can beat me and this iron shovel in my hand is still a stretch. But at this moment, I somehow fell into a disadvantageous position. It's all because they were biting me from all sides. I could block one but not the other.

  Thinking of this, I had a plan in mind. I swung the iron shovel wildly for a few times and retreated to a corner of the wall. This way, I only needed to face two directions. Those mice also knew better, they just jumped up slightly to show their presence before scurrying away far, afraid of being hit by my iron shovel.

  I am no longer being bitten by the mice, and I gradually calm down. Slowly, I became aware of the rules of these mice. They often work together in pairs, one jumping up to bite my chest, if I raise the iron shovel to defend myself. The other quickly scurries up to my leg and bites it once. If I don't defend my chest, swinging the iron shovel to protect my legs, the mouse responsible for the feint attack becomes a real attacker, biting me fiercely on the chest.

  There are three or four teams like this. I really can't defend against them all. When my strength is exhausted and I no longer have the energy to swing my iron shovel, these mice will probably swarm up... The consequences are unbearable to think about.

  When I was a kid, I always lost in group fights. This wasn't because I was physically weak, but because I always faced a group of attackers alone.

  Later I gained experience. I focused on one person, ignored the other kids who punched and kicked me, and beat him until he couldn't get up. Then it was the second one.

  At this time, I was surrounded by mice, and I suddenly remembered my childhood experience. So I freed up my left hand to protect my neck, and held the iron shovel with my right hand alone. I aimed at a mouse and slammed it down fiercely.

  The old mouse didn't expect me to suddenly turn the tables and launch a counterattack, so it hastily covered its head and scurried away in retreat. The rest of the mice promptly followed suit, biting at my body as they went.

  There are seven or eight mice hanging on my body. The mouse bites into the skin and it's really painful. I gritted my teeth and endured, ignoring them completely. Taking three steps as two, I just swung the iron shovel to hit that mouse.

  In just a few seconds, this mouse that was just now swaggering around was beaten to death on the ground by me.

  Those mice on me have bitten off several pounds of flesh. Now that I've eliminated the mice on the ground, they turn their heads to deal with them and scurry down one after another.

  I didn't have time to check my injuries. Fighting is all about momentum, a surge of energy and momentum.

  I immediately caught another mouse and chased it all over the house. After a while, this mouse was also slapped into a mouse cake and stuck to the ground.

  The remaining mice didn't dare come forward again. They fled far away in a flurry, staring at me with suspicion and uncertainty.

  I resigned with a toothache, it really hurts. At this time, there was almost no good skin on my body. The clothes were also torn into strips and hung on the body, stained red with blood.

  The mouse will not be exterminated, I swear not to be a human being. I waved the iron shovel again and wanted to go up.

  This time the mice learned their lesson. They squeaked and scrambled up to the rafters. I raised my iron shovel and poked at the mice on the rafters.

  The mouse didn't let me knock it down. The roof was poked with several holes instead. Forget it, this house wasn't solid to begin with, and if we make more noise, it'll collapse.

  Just as I was about to give up and retreat, two mice suddenly jumped down from the beam above my head, one on the left and one on the right, dashing towards my neck like lightning.

  These two old mice hadn't even approached me yet, but I felt a gust of fishy wind hitting my face. The sharp teeth in the mouse's mouth still had blood threads from my body on them. At this moment, they looked especially ferocious and terrifying.

  I was startled by this sudden attack and broke out in a cold sweat. At this point, it's too late to hide again. Abandoning the pawn to save the chariot, I flung away the iron shovel in my right hand. With one hand grasping each, I pinched down on both of the old mice.

  I saw the mouse wriggling back and forth in my hand, feeling extremely disgusted. I added force to my hands, wanting to pinch them to death.

  At this moment, a sharp pain occurred at the back of my neck. I secretly said it was bad. There were mice biting me from behind.

  It was just a moment of distraction. The two mice that were struggling in my hands suddenly broke free and jumped up, biting the blood vessels on my neck.

  This is really bad. My throat was bitten, what else can I say.

  I frantically tore the mouse out of my neck, throwing it to the ground. Suddenly, a column of blood shot up high from my neck.

  It's done, it seems like I've really been bitten on the artery.

  I know what happens when an artery bursts.

  Covering my face with my hands, I scrambled and crawled, trying to escape from the house. At this moment, nothing else mattered. Those few mice had formed a battle line at the door, waiting for me.

  I exerted myself and crashed into the wall, causing the already shaky west wing to collapse halfway. I was covered in dirt and weeds from the house. I stumbled and staggered towards the main gate.

  Both of my hands were clamped over my neck, yet the blood still flowed down incessantly. It seeped out from between my fingers, trickled down my arm, and formed a crimson line on the ground.

  In the midst of busyness, I glanced in the direction of the west wing. Saw those few large rats following from afar. Behind them were over a dozen ordinary-sized rats.

  Even vaguely I saw that the mother mouse with a broken tail from last night was also among them.

  I find it funny: Is this revenge?

  I narrowed my eyes, trying to see more clearly. But the harder I tried, the less clear it became. In my heart, I knew this was a sign of excessive blood loss. First vision, then touch, and finally hearing.

  I turned around and stumbled towards the gate in a panic.

  The effect of weeding yesterday has emerged. I ran hastily to the gate and didn't fall over.

  It's called the main entrance, but in fact there is no door at all.

  I ran out onto the street. There wasn't a single person on the street. It was only then that I remembered it was already noon, and every household was eating lunch. Who would have the free time to be hanging around outside, except for someone as bored as me, catching mice at home?

  I want to shout for help, but as soon as I strain my throat, blood will spurt out.

  I had no choice but to cover my neck and run wildly, hoping to bump into a few people. Or go from door to door and use my body to knock on the doors. Hoping to knock them open.

  But things didn't go well, nothing went smoothly. I couldn't find anyone either.

  I feel very tired. First, I knelt down on the street, and then my eyelids became heavy, wanting to lie down for a while.

  When I was a kid, I was bullied by a group of children. I don't know who hit my head with a stone. They were all scared away by the blood and left me lying on the riverbank bleeding.

  Blood flowed into the river, slowly dyeing the clear river water red. At that time, I was just like now, feeling no strength in my body at all.

  I don't know why I thought of these things. I turned around and looked at my broken house. It turns out that I only ran out less than ten steps.

  Those few mice are coming over with a sinister look on their faces. Now they can bite me to death at leisure.

  I'm afraid I'll become the topic of conversation among Auntie Wang and her friends, or a cautionary tale for mothers to educate their kids: "You must maintain personal hygiene. Look at Cheng Dalì. He never pays attention to hygiene. As a result, the rats in his house are bigger than dogs. They bit him to death."

  I lay on the street, waiting for death with open eyes. Suddenly, those few mice showed a terrified expression and ran back in a flash.

  A few people appeared above my face. I can no longer see them clearly. But intuitively, I know who they are.

  I weakly said: "Peach blossoms." Then, I lost consciousness.