I saw those few soldiers moving fast and slow, using the cover of the terrain and blind spots to successfully avoid the sight of flies and quickly advance towards the target bush.
They are very skilled, and they are very good hunters at first glance, good at hunting those very clever insects.
When the flies in the sky were unaware, they had reached the top of the shrubs and hid behind the leaves.
This is a very ideal ambush location, with high terrain, good concealment, and wide visibility. Now it's just a matter of waiting for those flies to come closer, closer. Our ambushers will definitely not disappoint everyone.
However, to our disappointment, these three flies always moved together and hovered higher in the sky. Even if they occasionally lowered their height, they were far away from the shrub.
It was too high and too far, and no matter how good the warrior was, it would be impossible for him to jump from the bush to where the fly was now.
This result disappointed everyone. How could we make these damn flies fly lower?
I thought about how these flies would occasionally circle and lower, then fly away with a whoosh.
Why do they suddenly lose altitude?
Ever since I understood the relationship between flies and the army of outsiders, I have been thinking carefully about the movement patterns of flies and what purpose they must have.
I watched closely, and it wasn't unusual for these flies to lower their height, and I soon noticed something.
"They are counting the tribes!"
Each of our tribes gathered together, a short distance from the other tribes.
I found that every time the flies descended, they descended in a straight line, and the target was a tribe that they had not observed closely before. After descending to a certain height and observing closely, outsiders will quickly control the flies and lift them up again.
They seem to know the excellent jumping ability of our soldiers, so they are very afraid of flying at low altitude for a long time.
And our tribe has never been lowered for observation!
I had an idea and immediately rushed back to the tribe. I wish I could make it in time!
Very good, until I returned to the tribe’s campsite, the flies did not target my tribe.
I immediately summoned Broken Leg and other warriors, asking them to run wildly after me.
Everyone doesn't know why, but I am the chief warrior, and they still believe in me, obey me, and follow me unconditionally.
A dozen warriors running wildly on the ground were extremely conspicuous on the entire ground. After all, at this time, except for the lone scout warrior who was shuttled back and forth on the ground, the other warriors were angrily pointing their teeth at the sky and not moving. As for our team, we did not deliberately take advantage of the flies' blind spots like ambushers do. We simply swaggered right under their noses.
Sure enough, the three flies noticed us and started to change direction.
As I ran wildly, I used the wide peripheral vision of my compound eyes to pay attention to the fly's movements.
They drew three round trajectories in the air and swooped in our direction at extremely fast speeds.
Maybe this is just the speed at which they fly normally, but from my perspective on the ground, it is incredibly fast.
When our group was running hard on the ground, constantly overcoming the unconscious obstructions of our ally tribes, these damn flies seemed to catch up with them just by turning around and flapping their wings.
Damn, it's still a little far into the bush to be caught up here.
I accelerated suddenly, and at the same time, I pushed my six limbs back hard, and a jump shortened the distance between me and the bush. The tribe warriors behind him also followed suit and jumped forward quickly.
This kind of action consumes a lot of energy and stamina, and we rarely do it even when hunting. But it is quite effective in temporarily slowing down the speed of shrinking the distance between the fly and the fly.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
The bushes were already close, but they were still not close enough for the soldiers to have the optimal jumping distance.
But the flies behind us seemed to have seen the reality of our tribe. They seemed to have lost interest in our running team and began to gain altitude.
My mood dropped instantly...it seemed like it was too late?
The speed at which the flies rise up is very fast, comparable to the moment when the best warriors bounce.
However, the bounce is only a momentary thing, while the fly's flight can last for a long time.
They are rising up, tilting upward, because the direction they are heading is toward shrubs, so the distance between them and the shrubs is getting closer.
By the time they get past the closest point, those damn flies will be clear of the brush and away from the ambush zone.
Damn it, I calculated in frustration, even if the fly needs to get close to the bush for a short time because of the arc drawn up. But the closest point, the distance from the ambushers, is still slightly farther than the bounce distance.
At least, it's farther than I can jump, and I'm the best jumper in our tribe, with a jumping ability that I'm proud of.
But, a surprise suddenly appeared!
Just when the fly was about to fly to the closest point, a leaf was suddenly lifted off the top of the shrub, and a black shadow quickly jumped out.
This black shadow drew a perfect arc in the air, perfectly intersecting with the arc drawn by the outermost fly at the closest point.
Suddenly, among the three flies in order, the flight path of one fly suddenly changed and he fell out of the team crookedly.
I hit it. I didn't expect this ambusher to have such outstanding jumping ability. It was as if he had the wings of a young female ant.
The hit fly struggled, but still quickly fell to the ground, and a group of our warriors quickly surrounded it.
I quickly squeezed through.
But when I arrived, all I saw was the fly torn into pieces and the outsider. I was disappointed, even though the fly and the outsiders above had to die, I still wanted to see what they looked like originally and see how these outsiders controlled the fly.
In the sky, realizing that their companion was in trouble, the other two flies suddenly flew much higher, and then quickly fled towards the north.
On the ground, I was looking for the successful ambusher. She's awesome. She must be the chief warrior in the tribe. I want to get to know her.
Moreover, she must have seen the original appearance of flies and outsiders. I want to see the information package from that time.
This small victory boosted morale, which had been depressed by yesterday's defeat and heavy losses. The whole meeting place was filled with joy.
Under the guidance of these soldiers, I came to the tribal camp where the ambushers were.
They had withdrawn from the bush and were feasting on their prey, the finely torn carcasses of flies.
I saw the target of my trip - the chief warrior with extraordinary jumping ability - just call her "Fly"!
