The defeated tribes were resting, and the chief warriors of the tribes were gathered.

Everyone was shocked by the fighting power displayed by the outsiders. Overall, though, everyone is confident about the battle ahead, and all we need to do now is wait quietly for the arrival of reinforcements, especially those from the tribes from the depths of the hills.

It is believed that when the coalition forces grow in number, these outsiders will certainly not be the opponents of our valiant warriors.

But it backfired, and today is destined to be an unquiet day.

As a "familiar" buzz grew from far to near, from small to loud, I looked up and saw three dark shadows hovering above my head.

It's flies, flies for outsiders! I reacted immediately.

These damn outsiders, they've discovered us, they've discovered our assembly sites.

I immediately told all the chief warriors about this, some of them panicked, most of them the leaders of the tribe who had just experienced a crushing defeat, and some of them did not believe me, they did not think that a fly in the sky could tell anything.

However, the patrol sent out by the big head also rushed back at this time to report that a force of outsiders had been found at the foot of the mountain, numbering in the thousands, which was more than the total number of coalition fighters at present.

All the tribes are aware that our staging sites are exposed.

The fact that the coalition forces were discovered before they were assembled was rarely seen in the history of warfare of the "Holy Allies" in the past.

In the past, our adversaries did not have the aerial eyes of flies, and few enemies were prepared to defend before the coalition appeared in their territory.

But now, it is our coalition forces that are not ready for defense.

The quick-reacting chief warrior had turned back to the tribe, beckoning his companions to prepare for battle. The slow response is still at a loss.

But it is clear to everyone that we must hold the assembly site and not retreat.

Once we leave the assembly site, the reinforcements that arrive will not be able to find a coalition to join, and may even be wiped out by the outsiders who occupy the area.

Therefore, the assembly site must not be lost.

Scouts sent by the tribe are constantly returning, and they are familiar with the grass and trees in this territory, so they can observe the movements of the enemy army very well, and timely feedback the information.

The enemy is rapidly closing in on us, and we must meet it as quickly as possible.

As more and more tribes recovered from the shock, some of the chief warriors jumped on high rocks or grass stalks, swaying their butts wildly and emitting a fierce smell - they were dancing the war dance, a scene that only happened before the great war.

The performance of the chief warrior, as well as the actions of neighboring tribes, set an example for those tribes who were at a loss.

One by one, the tribes rushed out of the campsite and rallied outside, joining the growing army. Even the tribes that had suffered heavy losses in the morning joined in.

Finally, when the well-formed outsiders emerged from the vegetation at the end of the line of sight, they saw us who were equally prepared.

Battles soon broke out, and on long fronts, outsiders tried to advance steadily on tight lines, while our warriors were always able to heroically break through the enemy lines with individual strength, forcing the enemy to retreat and regroup with their own sacrifices.

The Outsiders have a slight advantage in numbers, but the Coalition fighters, who have no way out, are fighting high.

When the sun set to the west, the outsider army finally retreated, and we won the battle.

The chief warriors, who had reunited after the war, were not happy. Not only because of the heavy losses at the end of the day, but also because the coalition forces lost nearly a third of their troops.

Moreover, this staging site is no longer safe, and if we continue to hold on, we will inevitably attract a daily siege from the enemy. But leaving here, there is no way to notify all the reinforcements who have arrived at a new assembly location.

The meeting ended in nothing, everyone's opinions were too divided, and the chief warrior of the summoned tribe, the big head, who had a strong voice, had died in the afternoon battle, lacking a voice that everyone could agree with to make a decision in the moment of hesitation.

If we don't make a decision, we can only stay where we are, and I don't know how many soldiers will still see reinforcements arrive in two or three days.

I went back to the tribe, and our tribal camp was very close to the camp of the giants.

I said hello to the broken leg and the giant, and everyone was in a bad mood. In our tribe, including Huang, five warriors died. The tribe of giants also sacrificed four warriors, including the tall one who once dueled me.

I've experienced the death of familiar fighters one by one, and I will probably continue to do so, but each time it's not good.

Many of these dead warriors were masters of duels or skilled hunters. Some fighters jump very high, some have great strength, some are good at lurking and pursuing, and some are calm and wise.

But on a battlefield with thousands of combatants, it seems that no amount of strength, agility, or intelligence can guarantee survival, and the slightest mistake can lead to death. Perhaps only God's blessing is our only hope of survival.

I just thought about it, the weather was already a little cool at night, and I was camping in the open air, and I felt that my body was a little colder, so I no longer wanted to move, and fell asleep quietly.

- I'm the dividing line -

The next day, the sun was shining warmly on me, and I felt warmer and more agile in my movements, so I got up.

Subsequently, many more fighters rose up one after another.

I used to eat a lot of food, and I wasn't hungry, but some of the tribes who came from long distances had empty stomachs. The summoning tribe's granaries have long since been emptied, and their queens don't even lay eggs.

In this case, the hungry tribe had to go out hunting, and since the nearby prey had already been hunted, they had to walk a long way to find food.

As the Chief Warriors gathered to consider whether or not to continue guarding the assembly site, the annoying buzz of flies flapping their wings was heard in the air again.

By now, everyone understands what these sounds and flies mean.

Looking up at the air, three flies were hovering over our camp in a slightly chaotic formation and trajectory.

Some of the warriors were staring at the sky with big jaws and teeth and claws, but they didn't mean much.

The flies even dared to descend to a very low height, and as they skimmed over our heads, I could even make out the tentacles of the outsiders sitting above.

The provocation of the enemy infuriated us, and one of the chief warriors ran back to the tribe, and with a few warriors, avoided the enemy's sight, and quietly climbed up one of the tallest bushes nearby, hiding behind the leaves.

They want to ambush the flies!