Crowley’s memories of the next few days were very vague.
He only remembered that they kept walking day and night - so as not to get killed by the enemy, so as to get away somehow.
During that period, they were attacked numerous times, and each of those times they lost comrades. But despite the odds, they couldn’t possibly give up.
They would survive and return home.
Keep them all alive and return back home. This was their Commander’s last order, that’s why giving up was out of question.
“Ahh~ Crowley, lately, I keep seeing women in my sleep. What should I do?” Victor complained as he walked.
Crowley replied, “Don’t talk. You’re wasting your strength.”
But Victor didn’t listen. “We’ll tire out anyway, even if we walked with gloomy mugs.”
Crowley laughed. “We’re already dead tired though.”
“And that’s why we need to talk about women.”
“I’d rather have water than a woman right now though.”
“Well, me, too~ But if we talk about water, we’ll only get thirstier,” Victor said.
He looked really exhausted. They were out of water and food. They all were weakened, hardly able to muster any strength anymore. They would probably be wiped out in the enemy’s next attack.