Chapter 435
The summer noon was blazing hot, the temperature like stepping into a microwave. Cicadas buzzed loudly on the surrounding hills. The convoy moved steadily forward, wheels rolling and kicking up faint dust. Refugees on both sides of the road stared fixedly at the convoy, not daring to rush over. They knelt by the roadside, kowtowing and begging.
"My lord, Master, could you please show some kindness and give them a bite to eat?"
"Please, my lord, please, have mercy on them."