Chapter 6526 Finding a Millet Bird to Fight

Luo Bi threatened Feng Ling, who found it amusing: "Fine, then I won't need anyone's help."

Luo Bi grinned and revealed a little to Feng Ling: "I caught another millet rat."

Feng Ling was taken aback, narrowed his eyes, and immediately understood why Luo Bi didn't want anyone to follow her. Feng Ling naturally covered Luo Bi's face, gave her a few instructions, and then hung up the call.

Luo Bi was already at the edge of the mountain range. She thought the spoons would split into different teams along the way, since she had already assigned spoon soldiers. Flame Spoon, Soup Spoon, and Wen Family Little Fireball could each take their own team.

However, none of the little ones interacted with the spoon soldiers, and Auntie didn't say they were their soldiers either.

Luo Bi had no choice but to divide them into teams: "Each team consists of ten spoon soldiers. Flame Spoon, you lead one team. Soup Spoon, lead another team. Wen Family Little Fireball, lead a third team. When you need to run away, take your soldiers with you. Don't lose your soldiers."

Flame Spoon, Soup Spoon, and Wen Family Little Fireball were all confused. How many were in a team? They didn't know how to divide into teams. Spoon and Wen Family Little Fireball stared dumbfounded at the Spoon Soldiers. The Spoon Soldiers were even dumber, as they hadn't developed any intelligence and it was impossible for them to choose their own generals.

Luo Bi had a headache and let out a long sigh: "Ouch."

Helpless, Luo Bi counted the spoon soldiers, swiping ten spoons towards the Flame Spoon, ten to the Soup Spoon, and ten to the Wen family's Little Fireball. The general was puzzled, and the spoon soldiers were dumbfounded.

Luo Bi wasn't optimistic. She thought, "This is hardly enough to kill a millet bird. Millet birds are very clever and they even curse."

She's not afraid of being cursed at, but she'll behave if you beat her hard.

“Let’s go fight the ones with wings.” Luo Bi got into the sports car and muttered to herself, “It even swears.”

Wen Jia's little fireball leaned closer: Auntie, do you spit?
Luo Bi couldn't understand, so she called out to the array device, drove her sports car, and headed straight for the millet bird's territory. This time, she didn't wait for the millet bird to scold her; she went straight to its door. After entering the mountains, she encountered several teams, so Luo Bi took a detour.

Once the team was gone, Luo Bi, carrying a spoon and a small fireball, stormed towards the millet bird's territory. Before she even arrived, she encountered a small millet bird team preparing to go out.

Chirp chirp: Oh my god, that startled the bird!

Chacha: Pshaw.

There was no need to talk anymore. Since one side was speaking bird language, it would be foolish for Robi to waste her breath on them. She stood on the sports car and commanded Spoon and Little Fireball: "Go! Kill them!"

This flock of millet birds numbered less than ten. Flame Spoon, Soup Spoon, and Wen Family Little Fireball had more than thirty spoons. They rushed up and gave them a good beating. The millet birds pecked at the spoons with their beaks, making a clanging sound as the porcelain was hit by their beaks and claws.

The formation troops were clumsy and didn't know how to fight, but they had plenty of manpower.

With ample troops, brute force is very energy-consuming. Luo Bi is cunning and shouted, "Pull bird feathers! If you pull out the bird feathers, it can't fly. Spoon soldiers don't have hands, so they can hit the bird's head."

Spoon it in, and I bet it'll sparkle.

Flame Spoon, Soup Spoon, and Wen Family Little Fireball are all ruthless. After listening to their aunt's explanation, they seemed to understand but not quite, so they rushed up to pluck bird feathers, caught one, and held it tightly.

The millet bird flapped its wings and cursed: "Don't you dare pluck my feathers! Pui, pui, pui!"

Nima continued to curse, and Luo Bi said to the spoon, "Pull the feathers off the wings."

Flame Spoon, Soup Spoon, and Wen Family Little Fireball were obedient. They led their spoon soldiers and fought with the millet birds. Bird feathers flew everywhere, and the battlefield was chaotic, but the millet birds certainly did not gain any advantage.

In the end, only a few feathers remained on its wings, which fell to the ground with a thud.

The nearby small animals were startled and fled in panic. (End of Chapter)