When these Ratfolk Rebel Army soldiers who had surrendered and then rebelled again went through untold hardship before finally finding the Great Horned Legion's main force,
the survivors could not help doubling over with laughter, wildly mocking the stupidity of those Clan Warriors.
"How could there be such fools in this world? Did they really believe that, for a few measly Mandala Fruits, we would willingly become slaves again and attack our own blood-bound kin?"
"And they did not even send overseers to watch us. They trusted us unconditionally to launch suicidal attacks against the Great Horned Legion's heavily defended positions? How could that possibly happen?"
"The commander of these Wolf Clan Outriders must be an idiot—the most naïve idiot in all of Turanze!"
"If the Wolf Clan commanders all had such simple minds, no wonder the Great Horned Legion had beaten them into a complete rout time and again!"
The Ratfolk Rebel Army soldiers all said such things.
Everyone laughed until tears streamed down their faces.
But very soon, they could no longer laugh.
Because they discovered that life after joining up with the Great Horned Legion's main force was completely different from what they had imagined.
They still could not escape the torment of hunger.
The Great Horned Legion had no surplus food either.
It did not seem particularly welcoming toward these rebel troops who had come from thousands of miles away, bellies empty and heads filled with unrealistic dreams.
And the food provided by the Wolf Clan commanders had been precisely calculated—only enough to cover their consumption along the way. No matter how frugally they rationed it, not a crumb remained.
After going hungry for several days and nights, dissatisfaction and panic began spreading through the Ratfolk Rebel Army.
Some began complaining that the Great Horned Legion,