Rebirth of a Cute Kid's Parallel World Adventures

Chapter 160 Protecting Our Homeland 3

The wolf cub silently approaches the enemy from behind, like an assassin lurking in the darkness.

It spotted an enemy's rump, pounced, and bit down hard.

The enemy immediately let out a pig-like scream, the sharp and piercing sound echoing across the battlefield.

Because it was positioned at the rear, it was relatively less vulnerable to attack, and the wolf cub cleverly ran away quickly after biting the target.

At this moment, his companion heard the shouts, thought there was danger, and in a panic, without thinking, swung his weapon and turned to strike.

He shouted, "Watch me kill this little beast!"

The little wolf reacted swiftly, easily dodging the attack, but the knife "thudded" and pierced the screaming enemy's buttocks solidly.

With a loud "Aow!", the scream was even more devastating than before, almost enough to shatter one's eardrums.

The enemy who was slashed jumped up and down, cursing, "You idiot, why did you cut me?!" His voice was full of anger and pain.

The enemy who had been stabbing him looked embarrassed, scratched his head, and stood there, looking at a loss, full of guilt.

The myna bird swooped down from the sky like an arrow once again, its sharp claws tightly clenched, its posture resembling a ready-to-launch arrow, exuding a fierce aura.

It uses its sharp beak to fiercely peck at the enemy's eyes, each attack carrying immense force, as if to awaken the enemy's fear.

The enemy screamed as it was pecked, and in its panic, it flailed about like a headless fly, desperately raising its hands to try and block the attack.

However, the more flustered they became, the more ridiculous their actions became.

Some of the enemy soldiers were so flustered that they knocked their helmets askew, leaving them hanging askew on their heads, looking so comical that it made people burst into laughter.

The little deer, with its small and agile body, still nimbly darted and weaved among the enemy's dense footsteps.

Its nimble figure darted freely around the enemy's feet, and when the enemy was not paying attention, it suddenly exerted its strength and bit the enemy's foot.

Caught off guard by the sneak attack, the enemy clutched his foot in pain and hopped around frantically, cursing as he did so: "Where did this little beast come from!"

As they jumped, some enemies lost their balance on one leg and fell flat on their backs, kicking up a cloud of dust and looking utterly disheveled.

The little wolf continued to sneak up from behind, its eyes gleaming with cunning.

Once it has its sights set on an enemy's rear end, it bites down with lightning speed.

The enemy screamed in agony, his voice so shrill it seemed to pierce the heavens.

After finishing its bite, the wolf cub cleverly ran away and disappeared into the chaotic battlefield.

At this moment, his companion, in a moment of panic, swung his weapon without thinking and shouted, "Watch me kill this little beast!"

The wolf easily dodged the attack, but the knife "thudded" and pierced the man's buttocks.

Now, his screams were even louder, almost enough to shatter eardrums.

He screamed and jumped up and down, yelling, "You idiot, why did you cut me?!"

His voice was filled with anger and helplessness. His companion looked at him with a guilty expression, scratched his head, and ran away embarrassedly.

He kept muttering to himself, "Oops, my mistake, my mistake..."

Looking at the teachers and students of the school, they showed no fear in the face of the invading enemy. Their morale was high, and they charged forward bravely and fearlessly like tigers descending the mountain.

The teachers always appeared refined and cultured, with elegant manners and exceptional speech.

At this moment, their expressions were as solemn as if they were cast in steel, and their eyes revealed a firm determination and fearless courage.

They gripped tightly the rulers and sticks they usually used to discipline students.

These seemingly ordinary objects have now become powerful weapons in their hands to fight bravely against the enemy.

In battle, they displayed unexpected power, each swing carrying the 'Masters' determination to defend their homeland, and each strike making the enemy feel the power of justice.

On the battlefield, a scholar's eyes blazed with determination as he locked onto a tall, imposing enemy.

He let out a loud shout, his voice booming like a bell, and leaped high into the air, just like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.

The ruler in his hand struck like a sharp lightning bolt, smashing fiercely towards the enemy's head.

The enemy had initially looked disdainful, a contemptuous smile on his lips, seemingly not taking this frail scholar seriously at all.

However, seeing the Master's fierce approach, as unstoppable as a tiger descending the mountain, he was immediately terrified, his eyes wide with fear.

In a panic, he hurriedly raised the large, gleaming sword in his hand to defend himself.

With a loud clang, the teacher's forceful strike had overpowered the broadsword, sending it flying with the ruler.

The broadsword traced an arc in the air before falling heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

The enemy froze on the spot, his mind blank. Before he could recover, the teacher struck him again with a swift blow, the ruler hitting him hard on the head.

In an instant, a large bump appeared on the enemy's head, round and large, just like a ripe watermelon.

Immediately afterwards, the enemy's eyes rolled back, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The hot-blooded students, witnessing this scene, were also filled with excitement and picked up their meticulously crafted weapons.

They threw themselves into the fierce battle without hesitation.

Look, some students are holding wooden spears. The tips of the spears have been carefully polished and gleam with a cold light in the sunlight, exuding an aura that should not be underestimated.

One of the students spotted an enemy, his eyes wide open, and shouted, "Take this shot!"

Then, with all his might, he thrust the spear at the enemy.

The enemy reacted quite quickly, dodging the fierce attack with a quick sidestep.

But the student used too much force, and the spear went straight into the trunk of a nearby tree. No matter how hard he tried to pull it out, the spear wouldn't budge.

Just as the student was extremely anxious, the enemy seized the opportunity to rush over fiercely, attempting to launch a counterattack.

At this critical moment, another student nearby reacted quickly, grabbed a wooden stick, and swung it hard, striking the enemy heavily on the back with a "crack".

The enemy, caught off guard by the sudden attack, stumbled and lunged forward.

He fell to the ground with a "plop," his mouth full of mud, looking quite disheveled.

Over there, Grandma and Grandma on the maternal side are working together to fight an enemy.

Grandma remained calm and composed, casually picking up a shovel as her magic weapon. She muttered incantations in a low, mysterious voice.

In an instant, the shovel seemed to come alive, rushing towards the enemy with a whooshing sound, like a roaring beast.

The enemy was slightly taken aback when he saw the shovel flying towards him, then a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

He even had the audacity to shout, "You think you can hurt me with this broken shovel?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, muttering incantations, attempting to use magic to knock the shovel away.

Grandma, holding a pot lid as her secret weapon, followed closely behind Grandma, her eyes revealing determination and composure.

Seeing this, the enemy dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately concentrated their minds to unleash their magic.

In an instant, a black smoke surged from his hand like a raging tide, spreading out in an attempt to block the attacks from his grandmother and maternal grandmother.

For a moment, the shovels swung wildly through the smoke, making a series of whistling sounds.

The two sides traded blows, neither willing to give an inch, and the battle reached a stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.