Within this funeral procession, Mu Lu counted as an insignificant person who couldn't rank highly.
As they approached the desert, the procession halted for rest and repairs.
After marching on foot for two days and nights, people like Hong Wenbin were already utterly exhausted.
In these two days and nights, they had not touched a drop of water, nor had they taken a single bite of dry food, and they also walked barefoot, with the hot sand burning blisters into the soles of their feet.
Then these blisters would repeatedly burst and refester.
Each step felt as if they were walking on the edge of a knife, so painful it was unbearable, but they had to endure it, even the slightest slowdown would result in a lash from a whip.
These men, during Nu Woer's lifetime, had all been husbands within the Nu Woer Tribe, perhaps not living in luxury, but their lives were decent enough.
But when Nu Woer died, everything changed.
