There were a dozen or so people in the group.
That was no small number, but compared to Sheng An's enormous convoy of several hundred people, it hardly amounted to anything.
The dozen people were even more shocked than they were, standing a short distance away and staring in disbelief as the massive convoy approached.
The vehicles stopped nearby, and Sheng An led her people forward.
Once she got a clear look at them, her brow creased slightly.
These people looked no better than refugees!
Their clothes were in tatters, and they were all thin and dark-skinned, their bodies marked with old scars. They watched the newcomers with wary, guarded eyes, like frightened birds ready to flee at any moment.
Aside from them, two people lay on a handcart, their eyes tightly shut and their faces darkened. They were in very bad shape.
"Who are you?" the young man at the front asked hoarsely.
Hao Jingye froze, instinctively looking at Sheng An.
This was the first time they had encountered... people who didn't recognize them.
"Special Affairs Office. Sheng An." Sheng An's voice was as firm and strong as ever.
The dozen people paused.
One of them murmured, "That name sounds so familiar..."
Li Xin and the others were even more surprised.
These people still couldn't remember who they were?
Hadn't they watched the Briefing Meeting?
That shouldn't be possible. Even if they hadn't watched it, surely they must have heard about it. How long had it even been? Yet none of these people could remember?
Ji Yani's brows knitted tightly.
...There was something truly strange about this place, the Southwest.
Sheng An paid it no mind and simply said, "We came in from outside. We're with the government. Can you tell me who you are, and what the situation