Some had improvised wooden spears, others carried forks and firewood knives picked up from who knows where.
Squeak squeak squeak!
The rat people discovered the arrival of the group and instantly swarmed in as if a pot had exploded, all on high alert. They emitted piercing shrieks, bared their teeth, and flailed with their weapons.
"Don't be afraid! Tamala rat people are of low intelligence and like to pick on the outnumbered, but they're incredibly weak. Just kill a few, and the rest will scatter!"
Lutina said coldly.
Her petite figure stood at the very front, lifting her gun and pulling the trigger.
Bang!
A flash of gunfire, and the bullets sprayed forward, blowing a rat person's head apart.
The strong recoil of the double-barreled shotgun even sent the rat's body flying several meters.
Bang!!
Another gunshot rang out.
At such close range, it was hard to miss, and the chest and abdomen of another rat person burst open, flying backward, dead.
Squeak squeak squeak!