The Bloody March

“We’re almost there. Everyone, start getting ready.”

“Hmph. I suppose so.”

A group of merchants was making its way through a large mountain pass.

This was one of the fastest routes leading to Hebei.

But when one of them spoke, the other merchants sighed deeply and pulled something out from their robes.

It was a money pouch.

They were preparing the <F1>tribute</F1> they would soon have to give to the <F1>Mountain Bandits</F1>.

“Hmph. What a wretched business this is.”

“You can say that again. Having to pay those rotten scoundrels just makes my blood boil!”

Naturally, sighs escaped the merchants' lips; there was no joy in paying <F1>tribute</F1>...