The team of tens of thousands stretched for several kilometers, and small groups of them were constantly attacked by various attacks along the way, with constant casualties. Fortunately, they were numerous, and many animals would not attack rashly when they saw such a large group, so apart from the severe cold and mosquito plague, there were no larger casualties.
The route they planned was to take the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway, passing through Guizhou, Chongqing, Hubei, Henan, Hebei, and finally arriving in Beijing. The reason they had to take the expressway was that without satellite navigation, the expressway was the only road that could be barely recognized, and it was obviously safer to take the unrepaired road than to accidentally plunge into the unfathomable primeval forest in Yunnan and Guizhou.
The journey was more than 2,700 kilometers, and even if they walked without sleep, it would take a month. They had only walked less than 200 kilometers, and just after passing Qujing, more than 4,000 people had died, and the rest were all pale and thin, like walking corpses.
Alex Cong finally understood why only 40,000 of the 7 million people in Kunming were willing to follow them. Even among the troops, at least half stayed in Kunming. The hardships along the way could not be covered by imagination alone. The only hope left in their hearts was the fantasy of Beijing. They imagined that the capital had fresh food, clean water, and warm bedding. Hope was the only force that supported them to keep going despite their tired legs.
Tony Cheng looked at the crooked, rusty road signs on the highway, took out the map and compared them, "We have entered Guizhou."
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