The sixth day.
After breakfast, Lord Zhenjin faced everyone and said, "We have just finished the last of our provisions."
Everyone stood silently, standing straight, fully prepared in their hearts for this outcome.
Lord Zhenjin, in front of everyone, swept his gaze over the crowd with a sharp look.
"Now, if there is anyone who doesn't understand our situation, step forward!"
No one moved, standing their ground.
Every face bore a grave expression, as if harboring boiling magma inside their upright chests—a long-accumulated fighting spirit, a strong desire to survive!
"Very well. You are all clever people, aware of what we will face if we lose."
"In these days, Lan Zao has conducted a thorough reconnaissance, and apart from the Flying Squirrel group, there are no more suitable targets nearby."
"Today, if we defeat them, they will be our food. If we fail, we will become their food."
