These young warriors, they only know how to complain, to complain about hunger, to complain about too little time to travel, to complain about this and that.

Do they think they can easily get away with outsiders?

Only with extreme caution can it be possible to escape from the ubiquitous manhunt of those terrifying enemies.

Our race has twice faced the Outsiders and failed twice, and I have been able to survive both escapes until now, thanks to this caution.

However, it is indeed difficult to be hungry, but in the dark night, everyone can only hide, hoping that the sun will rise early tomorrow.

The next day, we set out at dawn, and when we were thirsty, we drank some dew that had condensed on the grass and stones, and when we were hungry, we took the opportunity to catch some small insects that were very close, some gnats that we did not even look at in our eyes, and when we were half hungry, the sun was already hanging high.

I immediately asked everyone to hide, and this time we chose an abandoned beehive in a tree hollow.

The fighters were reluctant at first, but at my insistence they stopped advancing.

It didn't take long for a dense flapping of wings in the sky - the damned flies came out again.

The soldiers were convinced that if we were discovered by the flies, we would be chased and put in danger.

There were no other tribes nearby that could provide us with additional help, and the tribes we met along the way were all slaughtered by outsiders, and this time, the outsiders were ruthless to our clan.

This makes us worry about our own tribe too!

But in the run, we don't dare to think too much, we can only rely on ourselves!

- I'm the dividing line -

A few days later, I, the giant, and Broken Leg finally stepped into the territory of our tribe.

For days, we had to travel for a short time, enduring hunger, thirst and fear that tormented us all the time.

Days like this almost keep some fighters out of their minds, and very few are able to hold on.

Some warriors are so hungry that they try to hunt some difficult prey on their own, and if they are injured and unable to travel, we have to abandon her.

Among them was even one warrior from my tribe, the only one left besides me and Broken Leg.

She didn't die in the decisive battle, nor did she fall in the first days of the most difficult days of the escape. But in the end, she lost to hunger.

In the evening, one moonlit night, she ran out alone to catch a grasshopper chirping in the grass.

However, the night is home to these nocturnal insects, not ours. With limited eyesight, she lost the advantage of the ambush and was kicked by the sturdy kick of the gnat.

When she stumbled back, we found her with a broken arthrop, a torn abdominal carapace, and severe internal injuries.

She couldn't hurry anymore, and my broken leg and I had to leave her in pain. Staying where she is, she is destined to end tragically.

Some of the fighters finally got dissatisfied, left the group, and went on their own, I don't know how they ended.

Most of the warriors who followed me, though they all looked miserable, returned to their tribes.

And I and the tribe of broken legs, and the tribe of giants are the furthest of them, but we are finally back.

The lairs of the two tribes were very close together, and I said a brief hello to the giant, and then we parted ways and returned to our own tribes.

Luckily, it's business as usual in our tribe.

Along the way, we have seen too many tragic scenes of being slaughtered by the tribes of outsiders, and we have been worried about the safety of our own tribe. Now I can finally put my mind at ease.

Our tribe is still far away from outsiders and from the battlefield of the decisive battle, and it is also safe.

In the last few days of the escape, we could only hear the occasional sound of flies every day, which seemed to indicate the weakening of the pursuit of outsiders.

Finally...... It's safe.

- I'm the dividing line -

Back in the tribe, I had a big meal with my broken leg, completely ignoring that the tribe's food reserves were not too abundant, and I had to keep it for the winter.

The queens had all come to visit me and Broken Leg, but they had already roughly guessed the outcome when they saw the two of us returning.

But when we told them about the situation of the war, and told them that almost all the warriors of the tribe had died, the pathos still spread throughout the tribe.

I blame myself, and while I know it's not all my responsibility, as the chief warrior, I feel like I've failed the expectations of the entire tribe.

For the next few days, Broken Leg and I were reluctant to go out, hunt, or participate in tribal activities.

We just lazily basked in the sun on the branches at the door of the lair, eating the meat that the other members of the tribe had brought back, and then, together with the giants in the opposite tree, looked at each other.

The oldest male ant came to see him once, and he told me that many warriors will look like this when they come back from defeat, and that we both have to recover and look like brave warriors.

Strange to say, in the tribe, the only male ant I was most unaccustomed to, the old male. I think he is cowardly and useless.

But now I find that I, with a broken leg, these most powerful fighters, are also cowardly and useless.

Coupled with the fact that the old male ant did have a point, I suddenly felt that I didn't hate him so much anymore.

So, Broken Leg and I began to try to return to our normal lives, started to go hunting, and began to participate in border patrols.

The giants on the other side are also affected by us and begin to gradually return to normal.

We'll meet on patrol the border, and under me and the giant, the two tribes are now very harmonious, and there is no conflict.

The patrols of the two tribes, even led by me and the giants, communicated near the border, frolicking in front of each other, marking the border with excrement.

Although both tribes have lost some warriors, food has been plentiful recently, and the queens have begun to speed up the laying of eggs, and it won't be long before new warriors join the tribe.

At this time, I suddenly realized that I was getting old.

As a warrior who broke his pupal in the spring, I have survived longer than most warriors, and if I survive this autumn and winter again, I will live a long life.

Although my body was still strong and my senses were sharp, it was only when I thought about it that I realized that I was so old.

New warriors are growing, and among them are a few good seedlings who have recently won regular duels within the tribe.

Although I still retained my position as the "chief warrior", I already felt threatened.

And with a broken leg, she has even lost two duels, and now, she doesn't have the heart to challenge me anymore.

At this moment, I realized that in addition to outsiders, time is also our enemy!

- I'm the dividing line -

The peaceful life didn't last forever!

On this day, there was an alarm in our tribe!