The two youths who had just hurled out their threats soon found themselves in an awkward predicament.
They searched the entire estate but couldn't find a scrap of food, so they had no choice but to sleep on empty stomachs. In the darkness, their hollow bellies took turns growling embarrassingly.
The next day, after being jolted awake by hunger, they finally realized that the most important thing now wasn't putting their vows to kill the enemy into practice, but making sure they didn't starve to death first.
Deep behind enemy lines, with nothing in their stomachs, the two quickly settled on their next target: the enemy army's supply lines.
Corey still looked like a living corpse. No matter how hard Wesley tried, he couldn't get a single word about the supply lines out of her. Thus, they had no choice but to tie her back onto the cart and drag her northwest.
They passed through several villages along the way. As expected, they couldn't find any food, only corpses appearing from time to time. At least they didn't encounter anything quite so tragic again.
To conserve their strength, they could only find straw mats and other odds and ends to hastily cover the bodies before continuing on their way.
An entire day passed. They encountered neither an enemy supply unit nor a single living person.
Even Donald, who had grown accustomed to a life of poverty on Lant Island, had never experienced hunger like this.
His stomach clearly had nothing left to digest, yet it still churned unwillingly, its walls rubbing together until they ached faintly. Gradually, the pain became more noticeable and more intense. In the end, it wasn't just his stomach—even his entire abdominal cavity felt as though a ball of fire were burning inside it.
His mouth