Ameiga saw someone taking the lead, so he naturally joined in the shouting.
He was from Black Moon Village. The village itself had never had many people, and after the battle against Number Nine City, there were even fewer.
Ameiga was the son of Black Moon Village's chief.
Nearly everyone who had come out of the village had died. Only he and his young sister, a pair of siblings, and an eighty-year-old deaf, half-blind old man remained.
Of those five people, four were old, weak, sick, or disabled.
He did not have his father's ambition and did not want to guard a fallen village all by himself.
So when he saw someone leading a disturbance, he hurriedly dragged the other four along with him.
At any rate, if he did not charge at the very front, he could get a share of the spoils if the disturbance succeeded;
and if it failed, he was not the one who had stuck his neck out, so he would not be held responsible.
His little sister Ayunzhu felt that her brother's actions were unlikely to succeed, but she followed along anyway.
The elderly man was hard of hearing and half-blind. He had no idea what everyone was shouting about and only busied himself packing their luggage to prepare for the trip home.
The entire village had not come out. Some frail people, children, and elderly villagers had remained behind.
Those who stayed behind, however, were all people with little combat ability.
Although the deaf old man's eyesight was poor, he wielded a sickle incredibly quickly. Once he moved, his sickle went straight for the throat, and he never missed.
Anyone who had survived on the battlefield was an outstanding fighter.
"We risked our lives and shed blood for Tingfeng City. Now you want