A bunch of grunts, trapped behind enemy lines, wreak havoc on the hive of the Magh invaders. No ordinary grunts these, they include a dozen uplifted rats and bats, a vat-grown human sous-chef turned conscript, and the rescued daughter of a very rich Shareholder. The rats revel in Shakespearean names and ribaldry. The bats have stage-Oirish personas, socialist leanings, and expertise with explosives.
Due to forceshield technology, they’re fighting a World War I-style trench war on the planet Harmony and Reason, The generals, like the rest of the ruling Shareholder class, are effete and inept. Think Blackadder goes Forth.
A fairly amusing satire of human mores.