A few days later.
Lu Chang'sheng looked at the refugees sprawled across the ground, his heart sinking slightly.
There were still several dozen miles to Longyang Prefecture City from here, yet it seemed the road was already impassable.
"Is Longyang Prefecture blocking the refugees?"
Lu Chang'sheng glanced behind him, noticing a number of refugees quietly following his carriage, apparently hoping to use his presence to get past the barrier ahead.
He did not drive them off; if they truly possessed the ability to pass because of him, then so be it.
Soon, the carriage came to a halt.
Up ahead, several signs were erected on the road, each bearing the same words: 'Road Closed'!
"This official road is crucial. If one were to take a detour, it would add at least ten more miles, and even then, that route might not be passable either!"
Lu Chang'sheng thought to himself.
Up ahead, there was a makeshift camp where a group of government soldiers were stationed.
