In the wilderness, an expeditionary army unit consisting of over a 1,000 people was marching south. But upon closer inspection, 90% of the people in the supply convoy were actually refugees from the Central Plains.
The refugees’ clothes were extremely dirty and their shoes were riddled with holes. Some of their shoes had even split from their soles. To prevent their feet from suffering any further, they tied them together with hemp rope so the soles would not fall off suddenly.
The hundreds of refugees were being escorted by the expeditionary army’s barbarians. Although their numbers were several times larger than the barbarians, no one tried to resist or escape.
Actually, if everyone really wanted to escape, the barbarians, who numbered only slightly more than a 100, would at most be able to catch about a third of the 900 refugees. The others could escape. But the problem was that no one wanted to be those three to four hundred unlucky ones to be killed.
The expeditionary army’s efficiency in transporting their food was much lower than that of the Central Plains people as they only had simple carts piled high with provisions.
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