The secret journey of the refugee group began.
They couldn't be discovered, so even in the bitterly cold winter, they had to advance through the dangerous forests rather than the main roads.
Everyone was panting, but due to the limited warmth in their bodies, the mist they exhaled was thin and pitiful.
Walking through the forest required more than twice the energy compared to walking on the main roads.
As people constantly adjusted their leg movements and speed, their calf, ankle, and foot muscles could never relax, maintaining a high level of grip.
Walking was an activity, but walking in the mountains and forests was a sport.
And for these refugees, they had been weak for a long time.
After Hacksaw took control of the caravan and resources within the refugee group, food was actually quite ample.
But the group had been struggling in the quagmire of war for weeks, suffering irrecoverable physical and mental damage.
