In the forests of Bhutan, a life-and-death game of chase was unfolding.
That night, the Di Sha mercenary group did not annihilate the people of Divine Eagle Camp. Instead, they captured them and threw them into the forest, forcing them to constantly run for their lives.
And so the people of the Di Sha mercenary group began a cat-and-mouse game.
"No... I can't do it anymore; I just can't run any longer!"
A young member of the Divine Eagle Camp collapsed on the ground, his body drenched in sweat like a waterfall, panting heavily like an ox.
In fact, he didn't have many injuries on his body, but after two continuous days and nights of non-stop fleeing, struggling constantly with the fear of death, his nerves were stretched taut, his body and spirit completely exhausted.
"Ke Wei, you can't rest; get up!"
"That's right, the Di Sha mercenaries are catching up fast!"
Two companions came over to try to pull him up.
