In the past two days, I have experienced things from bad to good, and from good to bad again.
After the decisive battle with the outsiders failed, I lost contact with the tribe and embarked on the escape road back to the tribe alone.
I spent the first two days in fear. The constant pursuit of outsiders, the flies everywhere, and the often visible corpses of my compatriots all told me that this escape would be difficult, and I would either succeed or die.
Even at night, sometimes I couldn't sleep peacefully, for fear that I would be picked out and killed by enemies that suddenly appeared.
But gradually, I also mastered the rules of the enemy's actions, so as to better protect myself.
Except for the night attack on the first night, the enemy only pursued them during the day. Without the guidance of flies, they would only search in valley areas. As for flies, they are indeed annoying, but you can avoid them by hiding in the shadows of vegetation.
In this way, from the third day onwards, I began to move to the top of the mountain. During most of the night and day, I hid and rested. Only at dawn and dusk, I took advantage of the time when outsiders were most relaxed, and quickly left the mountain. Move from one hilltop to another, heading south.
On the afternoon of the third day, I unexpectedly found several surviving warriors from my tribe.
I found them through feces. The urine and feces of each tribe member have a distinct tribe's smell, so our race likes to use urine and feces to mark the boundaries of territory.
After discovering the smell of the excrement of my own race, I was extremely excited. Regardless of whether the sun had not yet set or whether there were still outsider patrols that had not withdrawn, I searched around for fresh excrement.
Sure enough, in a hidden stone crevice, I found the broken leg, the giant and four other warriors.
Among them, only Broken Leg and another warrior belong to my tribe. Only the giant himself is left in the giant tribe. The other three warriors are from other tribes.
The moment I appeared, they were extremely alert and almost started fighting with me in the chaos.
After recognizing me, Broken Leg, Giant and another warrior from my tribe came up to communicate with me excitedly. They had been frightened for several days and had seen too many deaths of their kind. They never expected to see me alive now.
Broken Leg told me that on the day of the decisive battle, they were separated from me. Forty or fifty warriors from my tribe, the giant tribe and several other tribes were surrounded.
The situation was already precarious, with outsiders under fierce siege, and soldiers dying every moment. But the outsiders suddenly withdrew the encirclement and hurried towards the center (that was because the Hill Warriors broke through the enemy's center and posed a huge threat).
The remaining twenty soldiers immediately withdrew from the battlefield.
They returned to the assembly point under the leadership of the giant (the giant was the only chief warrior here).
Some defeated warriors have gathered at the assembly point, and the whole team is being reassembled at the assembly point. Some tribes intend to go back to join the war, while some tribes feel that they have made enough contributions and want to wait for the results of the battlefield.
However, what was ushered in at the final assembly point was not the news of victory, but the army of outsiders following behind.
Most of the remaining warriors and local tribesmen at the assembly point died after a fierce battle. Seven or eight warriors led by Giant and Broken Leg were lucky enough to escape again.
For days, they fled along the valley, often encountering enemy patrols. If it weren't for the giant's own amazing fighting power, the small team of outsiders wouldn't be able to stop her, and I'm afraid this small escape team would have been destroyed long ago.
Even so, this small team is already on the verge of collapse - the number of surviving warriors is gradually decreasing, and the remaining ones are all injured, and even the giant is blind in one eye.
My arrival brought hope to this small team. I told them that I had a way to survive. So, the injured giant offered to let me lead the team.
I led the team to continue hiding during the day, and after a long time of fear, dusk finally came.
Afterwards, we quickly moved to the southern hills. Before the sun finally set, we moved a short distance and found a campsite.
We also caught a ruler moth larvae on a tree near the camping site on the top of the mountain. The hungry warriors finally filled their stomachs and replenished their physical strength.
In the next two days, we continued to move at dawn and dusk, although the progress was very slow. If we kept walking like this, it would take half a month to return to my tribe.
But this method of action is very safe. The soldiers have food, regained their strength, and their injuries are getting better little by little.
During the operation, we also gradually gathered some scattered fleeing compatriots. Life was difficult for these escapees. After seeing that we had food, they all took the initiative to join us and were willing to temporarily obey my command.
In fact, I don't want to attract too many people of the same race to gather together. I know how annoying and harmful flies are from outsiders. Such a large team is bound to not be able to hide in time before the flies are discovered like a small army.
But I can't refuse help from my fellow tribesmen. We were all comrades who shared life and death, and I can't ignore them either emotionally or rationally.
In this way, fifty-two warriors of the same race gathered around me. Although many were injured, they were still a force that cannot be underestimated.
Although I am the chief warrior of this tribe, I have never commanded so many warriors. This scale is already equivalent to the strength of some larger tribes.
As the tribe grew in size, problems quickly arose. Since we were moving in a group and did not dare to hunt too separately, we did not catch much food. If it is a small army, it will be enough to eat, but for such a large army, the prey can barely make ends meet.
As a result, some fighters who had joined before expressed dissatisfaction.
This is not the most terrible thing.
Although the warriors who joined have expressed their willingness to temporarily obey my command, among the fifty-two warriors of the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the giants, there are four chief warriors. They still have their own supporters around them and often act on their own.
On the sixth day, a few soldiers took the initiative to attack a small group of outsiders, killed several enemies, and rescued three of their own clansmen who were about to be executed.
I quickly learned the news. I didn't object to rescuing my own people, but it was irrational to actively provoke outsiders. In particular, I learned that several outsiders had taken advantage of the chaos and escaped, which intensified my worries.
Of the three members of her race who were rescued, two died of serious injuries, and the other joined the team of supporters of the chief warrior who rescued her.
As a result, the size of our team expanded to fifty-four warriors.
The next day, I felt that there were suddenly more flies in the sky...
