Before leaving the lair, I took one last look back.

The old queens, and the young warriors, stood at the mouth of the nest and watched us leave silently, as if they had seen hope.

There is also a broken leg, and her expression is softer than ever.

This warrior was born around the same time as me, and she is shrewd and intelligent, and we have always regarded each other as our greatest rivals. I even thought that if she hadn't been injured, maybe the "chief warrior" of the Horde would have been her and not me.

Although she has never been a "chief warrior", now, she can bravely die to defend the tribe like a real "chief warrior", but I have to escape.

A sense of humiliation gripped me, but I still followed the old male with a firm step. There is no way, the honor of the warrior is important, but it is always the first thing to let the tribe continue, and I deeply understand this truth.

The old male ant took me, the young queen, and two warriors and climbed high along the thick trunk of the date tree.

This made me wonder if I wanted to escape, shouldn't I go down.

Although there was a blockade line formed by the enemy's troops under the trunk, before the main force of outsiders arrived from the giant tribe, there might still be a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough, a glimmer of hope.

However, the old male ant swore that he had a way, and that I could only follow if I doubted it, because I had no other idea but to trust him.

I suddenly realized that after a series of failures, I seemed to have lost the level of wisdom that a "chief warrior" should have, and I could not think of any solution but to watch my fellow tribes die.

Could it be that I, and my tribe, have been abandoned by God!?

I quickly gave up on the thought that made me shudder and looked back at the young queen—as long as she was around, our tribe would be there.

The young queen felt my gaze and looked at me, her antennae twitching, in response to me. Seeing her like this, I was full of fighting spirit again.

We climbed over the thick trunks, climbed the twisting branches of the jujube tree, and climbed over the long, round blue-red dates.

These dates taste a little sweet, but not the sweetness of aphid honeydew that our tribe likes, so it doesn't quite whet our appetite.

But this kind of jujube is very attractive to all kinds of sweet insects, sometimes there will be some big guys in it to lay eggs, we will often come to catch some maggots in the jujube hole in the maggots to eat.

Why should you come here? Now is the time to flee for your life, not hunting, the enemy is under the tree, their army is about to be assembled and attacked, we can't afford to waste any more time.

Not only me, but the other ants also began to get a little agitated, and two young warriors came to me to ask me, but I couldn't answer.

At this time, the old male ant stopped, and he waved his tentacles and pointed to the opposite side.

I fixed my eyes and saw that on the opposite side of the heavy falling branch where the date we were climbing on, there was a very thin branch that stretched over.

This branch is from the adjacent mulberry tree, and it seems to have grown only this year, and the bark is still very green and tender, very different from the old gray of the main trunk, and it has fine hairs.

This mulberry twig is diagonally below us, a little far in a straight line.

For a moment, I understood the old male's intentions.

This straight-line distance, the warriors of our clan should not be able to jump over, but now the magic is that this mulberry twig is a little distance below the slope, and it can always jump farther from top to bottom.

I roughly estimated that if I jumped with all my might, the average fighter should be able to cross this distance.

As soon as I communicated with the old male ant, he really meant that. He told us that he discovered this place while hunting in the trees. When he was younger, he had this kind of jumping experience, and he knew that it was convenient to jump to other trees, so he wrote it down, but he didn't expect it to play a role today.

I was a little embarrassed at this point, and I knew why the old male ant was here.

The old male ant was not well received in the tribe before, and the warriors were reluctant to provide him with food, so he had to go out and search for fresh food except for some scraps in the tribe's granary.

There are a lot of small sweet-loving insects on the jujube tree, and the old male ant, a tribe member who is not good at hunting, can easily pick them up and eat them, no wonder he often wanders around the jujube tree.

Because of this, he was able to find this "escape tunnel" that none of our other tribesmen had discovered.

So, we started to get ready to jump to the other side.

As a warrior, both of the young warriors and I were confident, but the young queen was a little cringe, she rarely jumped with all her strength like this, and her belly was now bigger, which would affect her movements.

I comforted her, and soon she realized the urgency of the situation.

So, I was in front, the young queen was second, and then the two young warriors, both jumping in turn to the opposite side.

It was a great success, and everyone managed to jump this distance, although the young queen jumped a little slowly, but there were also those who caught the leaves of the mulberry tree without danger, and then joined us.

Finally there was the old male, and we waited for him, and he also bowed down, and his four middle and hind limbs began to accumulate strength, and then he leaped violently.

"Oops!"

The moment he jumped, I realized that something was wrong, that he was jumping too slowly and weakly.

The physical strength of the old male ant was not as good as that of the most ordinary warrior, and at this moment, despite his hard work, he was still soft.

I saw his body streak a weak curve in the air, and there was still a short distance from the nearest mulberry leaf...... He danced to grab something, but he couldn't grasp anything, his body spun in the air at an angle, and he fell straight down with his back down.

The old male ant fell and quickly disappeared from my sight. We were so high that I couldn't see the ground clearly, and I couldn't see what would happen to the old male when they fell.

Good luck to him, this position may not be discovered by outsiders.

But I also know that it is difficult to see the old male ant anymore, and even if he can survive temporarily, he will not be able to hunt his prey after losing the protection of the tribe. Even if he was lucky enough to find a new tribe, no tribe would be willing to take in a male ant of this old age.

But even though my impression of him has changed, he has helped us. But now, I have to protect the young queen, not save him.

So, instead of paying attention to the fallen old male ants, we climbed down the mulberry tree and began to flee.