"Put some more effort into it! We'll rest after walking another forty kilometers today!"
"We're almost at our destination! Once we get there, you can rest however you like!"
"We have enough supplies and enough shelters! The tribal chief already said that everyone will receive land once we get there!"
Across the broad plains and wilderness.
Hundreds of people carried bundles and pushed wheelbarrows as they continued eastward with firm, steady steps.
Occasionally, someone fell behind. But whenever they heard Nong Cao loudly shouting his rousing words, they felt their strength return.
"Not bad. We're getting closer and closer."
Su Mo looked back at the long migration procession and could not help smiling in satisfaction.
The straight-line distance between the Bamboo Stone Pit Tribe and the Cloud Firmament Tribe was about four hundred kilometers.
Considering that many areas along the way had steep terrain, they had taken detours, making the total distance roughly five hundred and fifty kilometers.
After six days of travel at a migration speed of seventy kilometers per day, they had officially entered the outskirts of the Cloud Firmament Tribe today.
The journey had been dangerous at times, but there had been no major incidents.
The Flame Fist Tribe, carrying a large amount of supplies, had not only attracted the covetous attention of the tribes along the route but had also encountered four large refugee groups numbering over a thousand people each.
The surrounding tribes posed little threat. After Tang Ma bluntly announced the name of the Cloud Firmament Tribe, they would generally let them pass.
After all, a migration group of over a hundred people had two priests guarding it, both of fairly high rank. Their safety was practically guaranteed.
The refugee groups, however, did not care whether they had priests or which tribe they belonged