Chapter 943 - Great Hoodwinker! Assemble! (1/2)

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.

Initially, they also wanted to make use of the Central Plains' vehicles to transport their supplies, but it was too difficult to find a driver.

In this era, vehicles were not commonly used. Normal people and refugees had never even sat in a car before, much less driven one.

Therefore, they could only continue using their backward methods.

Fortunately, the captured Central Plains people were still quite obedient. Since Mt. Zuoyun had been surrounded by the expeditionary army, there should be no one coming to cause any more trouble for them.

Just as P5092 had predicted, the supply corps felt much more at ease after the expeditionary army had surrounded Mt. Zuoyun.

A refugee suddenly fell to the ground while walking. A barbarian came up to him and said coldly, ”Get up.”

The refugees nearby looked over with numb expressions. No one went over to help up the person who had fallen to the ground, nor did anyone speak up for him.

When the barbarian saw the refugee on the ground not responding, he sneered and stepped on his hand. ”Don't play dead. Your breathing has betrayed you. If you continue playing dead, I won't mind letting you die here.”

When the barbarian's boot stomped on the refugee's hand, he let out a loud cry. ”Please spare me! I really can't walk anymore!”

But just as he finished speaking, the barbarian suddenly raised his leg and stomped on his chest.

With just one stomp, the refugee was dead, and a great deal of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The barbarian said coldly, ”If anyone tries playing dead again, they'll end up like him.”

In the eyes of the expeditionary army, the lives of the Central Plains people were worthless.

In the group of refugees, an indignant look appeared in the eyes of a young man. He said to an old man in front of him, ”Aren't we gonna do something about this?”

The old man ahead of him said, ”We can kill these barbarians, but the future commander and the others will still be trapped on Mt. Zuoyun, so what's the point of killing these 100-odd barbarians? Our goal this time is to sneak into the expeditionary army. Only by finding an opportunity to assassinate their high-ranking commanders will we have a chance to save Mt. Zuoyun.”

The young man thought for a moment and restrained the indignation in his eyes. He pushed the cart forward with the old man. ”Shouldn't the future commander and the others be on Mt. Youyu? Why have they suddenly gone to Mt. Zuoyun?”