War

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Wu Di struggled to open his eyes and found himself sprawled awkwardly on the ground. Before him was cold, hard earth, while a biting wind howled past his ears.

He tried to push himself up, only to immediately discover that his hands had been tied together at the wrists with some kind of yellowish-brown hemp rope. Exerting force was rather difficult.

"Bastard! What are you dawdling for?! If you're not dead, get up and keep moving! If you delay the boss's business, I'll skin you alive!"

Crack!

Along with a strange yet familiar shout from behind him, the crack of a whip brought the pain that had awakened Wu Di back to his back once more.

"Where am I..."

He immediately gritted his teeth and endured the lash, then struggled to his feet and hurried forward across this unfamiliar land.

More than ten meters ahead, he saw over a hundred men and women being driven along just like him. Their hands were bound as well, and they wore nothing but ragged hemp clothes. Some even trudged barefoot on red, swollen feet, moving numbly through the howling wind like corpses.

Driving them onward were more than a dozen men on either side, riding short horses with long sabers at their waists. Each wore a thick padded coat and a large cotton hat, holding long whips in their hands, their expressions as cold as the biting wind.

"Where is this? Did I transmigrate?"

After catching up with the crowd ahead and blending in, Wu Di felt the threat of being whipped temporarily fade. Intense confusion began to rise within him. He remembered seemingly getting into a serious car accident on the highway just moments ago. By all reason, he should have woken up on the highway