The rain came down in torrents, and the raindrops, each as big as a broad bean, stung when they hit.
The thatched shelter wasn't very big, and its edges offered no protection from the wind or rain. Lin Baici and the others had already crowded it full.
The tall, burly Armored Soldiers acted as if they hadn't seen them at all. They rushed over in a panic and pushed their way into the shelter.
The clang of armor, scabbards, and Long Ge rang out with force, as if carrying the stench of blood.
Everyone except the big shots like Lin Baici hurried to make room, clearing out the shelter.
They would rather get soaked than suffer Rule Pollution.
When the Armored Soldiers saw that a few people hadn't left, their fierce, savage gazes immediately fixed on them, as though they were about to draw their swords and chop off their heads.
Lin Baici gave the soldiers a glance, then paid them no more attention. Instead, he looked at the prisoners, frowning.
Why were there foreigners here, too?
Could they be human?
The prisoners all wore matching gray uniforms.
Their rough-hewn shorts reached just below the knees, and they wore straw sandals. Their short-sleeved tops were cut just as sparingly, with as little fabric as possible.
The uniforms didn't fit, and they were worn-out, to boot. They were stained with blood that would never wash out. At a glance, it was clear they'd been stripped from corpses and put to use again.
Their heads had all been shaved, and heavy wooden cangues encircled their hands. There wasn't a single person among them without an injury.
Now, the rain was washing over their wounds, making them grimace in pain.
"Get down!"
An Armored Soldier barked at the prisoners, ordering them to crouch