"Yes!" Several infantry from the Infantry Corps took Remon and the others down, roughly grabbing the family and using knives and scissors to cut their messy hair short. Then they led them to bathe and change into plain linen clothes.
Remon and the others were deeply afraid of being killed and could only silently comply with everyone's arrangements.
So many people, really a lot of people, at least dozens were waiting!
The peasants noticed that merchants escorting goods passed through the checkpoint without such inspections, but they had to pay taxes.
The sergeant had the infantry check them over, confirming that Remon's family did not have any strange spots or extra limbs, overall considered healthy.
Each person received a bowl of thin porridge, then lined up, eating while walking.
"What are we doing?" Remon asked the person in front of him who did not seem like a peasant.
