Amy and Bjorn hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield with their troops. Although Nesavalkoyotel did not pursue him, as the failed party, they were still a little embarrassed.

From the time this group of rebels gathered to the battlefield, they used the military rations prepared by Nesavalcoyotel along the way. Before the battle, they were almost out of food. At this time, they retreated and fled, and the situation worsened. Amy saw that all the bark and grass roots were gnawed clean along the way. From time to time, starving people fell to the ground, covered in blood and flesh, leaving human teeth marks.

Gradually, the remaining soldiers and Amy and her group gathered together. It was not because of the others, but because Amy had surplus food here.

"Young Vulcan." They called the woman who rescued them from the sea of ​​fire, "Please give us rations to live."

This is a difficult problem. Amy didn't bring much military ration, half of which was distributed to Bjorn's subordinates. If the food was distributed to these remaining troops, the amount would be far from enough. If she didn't divide it, it would be meaningless to rescue these people if she tried her best to do so.

In the end, Amy could only let the pirates use weapons to force the nearby remnants to retreat, and then shouted at them:

"Those who are still holding weapons come to me to get food! Those who have already thrown away the weapons, leave here early and make a living!"

"You are better than your Majesty in this regard." Bjorn looked at the side and nodded, "The soldiers who abandoned their weapons are indeed worthless. It is better to just give up. This is a very courageous decision."

"I have another point to consider," said Amy, "When people without weapons are hungry, they will go to steal at most; and if people with weapons are hungry, they will burn, kill, loot, and harm the villagers."

"How could you think about the problem from such a strange perspective?"

"Because I am a civilian. When I was in my hometown, I had encountered such robbers many times."

Bjorn was stunned. He was born as a pirate and followed Hestein to rob him everywhere, never thinking about these things from the perspective of civilians.

They marched day and night. Nessaval Coyotel's soldiers were mainly cotton armor or unarmored, and their defense capabilities were not as light as iron armor, but they were much lighter and more convenient for long-distance attacks. Amy and others were afraid that they would be caught up by Nessaval Coyotel's light soldiers after a break, so they would not even be able to rest, even eating was solved in the marching and did not dare to stop at all.

After two days, the soldiers all became exhausted. Even Fenriel exhausted his feet and lay on the ground with his tongue, unable to move for a long time.

"Can we take a break here?" Amy sought Bjorn's advice.

"Absolutely not! Nesavalkoyotel's army will not be too far away from us, and we have no time to rest before we reach a safe place!"

The soldiers sighed. The pirates brought by Amy were fine, but for the rebels who pieced together the slaves, the iron tools on their bodies seemed too heavy at this time. There was only a jingling sound that the soldiers threw away their weapons and began to take off their iron armor.

"Pick up the weapon and don't throw it away!" Bjorn scolded the dejected soldier, "The person who threw away the weapon will have no food today!"

Although he was also tired, Bjorn was very sober: these iron tools were the key to fighting Nesawar Kojoter. Even if the marching speed was slowed down, he would never allow the soldiers to throw their weapons aside. He kicked the tired soldiers who were sank on the ground one by one, and forced them to pick up the weapons with his nose and stared at him. But these soldiers were so tired that even if Bjorn put the knife on their necks, they didn't have the strength to move their bodies. Bjorn had no choice but to sit on the ground and allow the soldiers to rest for a while. After relaxing, he immediately felt sore and numb all over. He was protected by the God of War and his physical strength was not as good as he could.

"We have to send a few active soldiers to the rear to investigate." Bjorn said to Amy with his body, "Otherwise, we may be attacked at any time."

"Even if Nesavalkoyotel doesn't come after me, I'll bring in insufficient food." Amy said to Bjorn with concern. "I just estimated that it's only enough to eat for one day. What should we do after a day?"

"A day is enough." Bjorn pointed to the east weakly: "Before is Toulu Akan, about a day's journey. They are one of the few city-states that sent troops to support our operations this time, and there is also a branch of the "rats". As long as we get there, we can rest."

These words cheered up a little. After a little rest, they set off again. On the way, other soldiers joined in and divided the food. By noon the next day, they had finished eating the last bit of food. Then, everyone dragged their tired bodies on the plain, looking forward to Tulu Akangbon appearing in front of them.

About evening, when the sun was about to set and the soldiers' stomachs began to roar, a group of people appeared in front. Bjorn walked forward and looked back happily and said, "It's the 'rat' branch of Toulu Akangbon. They are here to pick us up!"

Amy couldn't see the difference between these people at all, but thought they were ordinary farmers and woodcutters. When they got closer, Amy saw that they did not bring food or gifts, and they didn't seem to come to greet them. Instead, they had blood on their faces and scars on their bodies, and they looked like they had just experienced a bloody battle.

They staggered to the front of Bjorn, their legs weakened and knelt down, and cried loudly: "Brothers Bjorn, Toulu Akampang, when he heard the news of our failure, he turned against us! The brothers who had run into the city earlier were captured, and the strongholds of our branch were also destroyed. We fought bloody battles, and in the end, only these ten people ran out!"

"What did you say?"

Bjorn grabbed the person's collar. But after taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down.

"Some of the men of Toulu Akang were summoned to the north by the Sun King, and some of them were taken to confront Nesawar Koyotel. How could they have the energy to do these things?"

"It was the locals who were spontaneous! The local old, young, women and children all became our enemies. They said that all this was caused by our incitement, that we were the culprits, and that we should treat us as gifts to Nesawar Koyotel to protect our city-state!"

Amy rode Fenriel to Bjorn.

"It seems that things are not going well, what should I do now?"

"What to do? There are only two solutions." Bjorn stared ahead, "The first type, bypass Toulu Akangbon and rest in Askapocharco, which I have some influence; the second type, attack Toulu Akangbon and rescue our people."

"This is not a plan. Our food has bottomed out, and the first plan is to seek death. The second plan...it has to race against time before there will be some turning point."

"Only choose the second one," said Bjorn. "But no problem, Master Quilacir has predicted that Nessaval Koyotel will fail, so we will never die here. Right, Kuku?"

Hunter Kuku remained silent. He still remembered that before sending him down the mountain, Crodisius said to him:
Chapter completed!