Chapter 930

They were barely moving, let alone walking. Some leaned against the city wall, gasping for air, sweat beading on their foreheads as they shuffled forward with agonizing effort. Others relied on sticks for support, their bodies devoid of strength, inching ahead bit by bit. Some crawled on the ground, looking as if they would starve to death at any second. A few were so far gone they could no longer move at all and had to be pushed along in carts by soldiers. The fifteen million people from the European Bloc were gaunt and sallow, their cheeks sunken, their eyes vacant. By all rights, such a massive crowd should have been buzzing with chatter or even the occasional commotion. Instead, they were unnervingly silent, swaying like stalks of wheat in the wind. This was the result of prolonged starvation; their eyes held a hollow, desperate craving for food, mixed with numbness and confusion.