At the moment when everyone was at a loss, Oberto was the first to understand. He jumped up suddenly and shouted, "Damn it, everyone run!" Before he finished speaking, he had already dashed out like a streak of smoke.
The Freedom Fighters woke up as if from a trance, jumped up one after another like a group of frightened rabbits, rushing downhill from the side of the position. Everyone exerted all their strength, tongues hanging out, eyes closed, chests puffed up, legs lifted high, running wildly. Some stumbled forward in threes and fours with their buttocks sticking out and limbs on the ground. There were all sorts of postures, heroism had long flown out of the window. Their legs spun like a whirlwind. The Desic and Mythical Army hadn't come to their senses yet. They only saw a trail of dust rolling away. These rabbits had already scrambled halfway down the mountainside.
