In the beginning, everyone tried to unite and fight back.
But when blood, pain, and death struck the villagers' dazed minds and weak bodies, the ephemeral concept of unity quickly crumbled.
If compliance could guarantee not starving, why fight desperately?
Even if one fought desperately against them, who would care for the gravely wounded? With little medicine and few doctors, wouldn't it eventually benefit someone else?
Many small calculations naturally left them as scattered sand, and the villagers at the bottom could no longer stand up.
"Gulp!"
Li Shuiwang swallowed hard, his parched throat burning painfully.
Originally, Grandma didn't want to succumb to violence, but when the Great Kings took out machetes claiming to chop off her fingers and toes one by one and pull out her teeth, leaving her only grandson in a desperate plight, she could only helplessly agree to continue praying for more food.
