The next two days were less and less peaceful.

Flies in the air appear more and more frequently, and the range of hovering is narrowing more and more towards our position. I know, we must have been exposed.

Although I ask all warriors to quickly hide into the shadows when flies attack. But there are always fighters who are slow to respond, or who are noncommittal to my orders.

There are always a few damn fighters who have been spotted by those flies, intentionally or unintentionally, and damn it!

I could feel the tension around me getting more and more tense, and this tension did not come from those who had temporarily "obeyed" me, but also felt that after a few days, they had moved away from outsiders, that they were safe, and that they were not as obedient to me as they had been at the beginning.

Indeed, in addition to the flies, the frequency of spotting alien squads on the ground is decreasing, and I wonder if they have given up searching.

But I have a feeling that the danger alert hasn't been lifted yet. This time the intuition was stronger than ever, and I couldn't ignore it.

So, one night, I called a meeting of all the chief warriors in the team, and in addition to me and the giant, there were four chief warriors.

When I asked everyone to remain vigilant and not ignore the threat of flies in the air, and to continue to lurk and act only at dawn and dusk, the giant agreed, but the other four chief warriors were silent for a long time.

After a while, one of the chief warriors spoke, I knew her, and it was her team that had attacked a squad of outsiders yesterday, which made me feel powerless over these warriors, and made me sense the danger again.

She said that we were already far away from the decisive battlefield, far from the territory of outsiders, who were rarely seen anymore, and did not need to be so cautious anymore.

She said that the "Holy Allies" died too badly in the decisive battle, but we cannot admit defeat, and now that the enemy is scattered into small forces, it is a good time for us to take revenge.

Yesterday's battle with her fighters proved that it is our fighters who have the upper hand in skirmishes.

As long as we keep attacking the scattered squads of outsiders, they are powerless to stop us, and we can continue to accumulate small victories into big victories, achieving the goals that were not achieved in the decisive battle.

Her idea seemed plausible and I couldn't argue with it, but my innate instinct told me it was dangerous, and I wanted to reject her offer.

At this time, the other chief warrior said that this place was close to her tribe and that she was leaving the group and returning to the tribe.

I couldn't refuse this kind of request, after all, this small group was only a temporary gathering, and although I was the nominal commander, in reality I could not command anyone except for the dozen or so fighters around me who trusted me and obeyed me.

The meeting ended unhappily, with one chief soldier saying he wanted to leave the team and three chief fighters saying they wanted to attack the scattered enemy. Only the giants support me, our tribe is far away, and we just want to go back safely.

The next day, the temporary team, which had been formed for a few days, was disbanded. The chief warrior of the tribe on the left set off with the five remaining warriors of her tribe on the way home.

I, the giant, and the ten warriors around me once again took advantage of the fact that the sun had just risen, and set out on the road home.

Most of the fighters chose to stay, and they followed the three chief warriors, deciding to stay around and attack around the neighborhood to find their way back to the field.

I, the giant, and the broken leg were silent all the way, and no one had the desire to communicate.

We proceeded quickly, until the sun had fully risen, when we stopped, climbed a tree, drank the dew that had not yet evaporated, and hid in the crevices of the bark hungry, ready to survive the day, and wait until dusk before setting out.

- I'm the dividing line -

The time spent in hiding was boring, and although we didn't like to sleep during the day, the long hours of idleness made me drowsy.

This kind of sleep is still very unsteady, and I am always in a daze between half asleep and half awake. We didn't send out sentinels, everyone was dozing off the same.

Occasionally, we wake up briefly when we hear the sound of wings vibrating in the air.

Sometimes it's just a false alarm, and the sound comes from dragonflies or bees flying nearby. But on two occasions we did see flies that had ominous ominous signs—flies ridden by outsiders.

Fortunately, our chosen habitat is hidden in the shadow of the leaves, and unless the flies are very close, it will be difficult to detect us.

I've noticed that the flies are hovering densely in one spot today. It was the hill where we had camped last night, and the stronghold of the warriors who had not left.

We had climbed over a hill in the morning, and since the trees were relatively high, I could barely make out the general movement of the hill we had left before.

I have a bad feeling that our former companions have been discovered.

I can't imagine what will happen to them, and I know these outsiders are not to be messed with.

The flies circled over the hill for a long time before dispersing, and then continued to search around. That might mean something, and I had a strong desire to go back and see.

But when I told everyone about it, everyone was against it.

Maybe the warriors who stayed behind were killed, but what does that matter to us? They chose to stay, and they didn't belong to our tribe, so there was no need to care too much.

In the eyes of those of us who have fled, the "Holy Allies" have been disbanded in defeat, and those former comrades-in-arms are no longer the comrades-in-arms they are now.

Those of us who fled wanted to return to distant tribes as soon as possible, to return home.

- I'm the dividing line -

The sun is slowly approaching the set, and today's difficult day is about to pass again.

We began to move, our stiff bodies that had been curled up and hiding, and we were ready to go.

Some of the impatient warriors were already trying to search for nearby prey, and everyone was a little hungry and needed to eat to replenish their strength.

However, I noticed that those annoying flies in the sky today did not leave early. They still roam in the air, flying around in the setting sun.

I can only suppress the warriors who are about to move, let them calm down for a while, and delay the time for action.

By the time the flies had completely left, the sun had almost set to the ground, and only the remnants of the light had given the sky its last rays.

We had to speed up our actions and use the last of our light to move another hill, and it was completely dark.

We didn't have time to hunt and could only stay hungry for the rest of the night. The warriors complained that they should not be afraid of the flies, and that they should have acted earlier, so that they could walk a little longer and maybe hunt for food.

I ignored their complaints!