West of Jiangnan, on the Ancient Tea Horse Road.
The land was parched, cracking under the scorching sun, leaving wounds all over.
A massive caravan composed of hundreds of camel peaks and dozens of heavy cargo carriages appeared like a long gray snake.
On both sides of the convoy.
Over a hundred guards affiliated with the caravan.
Each wore leather armor, holding various weapons.
The guards vigilantly scanned the sides of the road, the withered shrubs, and the undulating mountains in the distance.
This medium-sized caravan, carrying various goods, bore their lives and fortunes.
A few sturdy pathfinding horses ran at the flanks of the convoy.
The scouts on horseback were conversing.
"Damn it! This world really leaves us no way to live!"
"Who wouldn't agree, everywhere is filled with refugees and bandits, flourishing everywhere!"
"In past years, there were only small groups of thieves, now there are hundreds or thousands at a time."
