These special disaster victims deliberately smeared their faces with black ash to disguise expressions that were too ferocious; they moved swiftly and forcefully, not at all like people who had been starving for a long time.
The leader had a gun scar at the corner of his mouth, fondling the revolver at his waist, and whispered in a low voice,
"I was hoping to stir the hungry population to assault the State City, but I didn't expect the Imperial Court to actually distribute porridge... Damn it, we came all the way from Zhongzhou, why is it only here that they distribute porridge!"
A subordinate asked, "Corps Commander, what do we do now? We can't start trouble with State Soldiers around."
The Corps Commander did not speak for a long time; he was in a dilemma. As the saying goes, since we've come all this way, it would be too disappointing to just go back.
Just then, a commotion came from afar, as many journalists were taking photos.