She lowered her head to look at the source of the tugging sensation in her waist—a very thick hemp rope. It was this rope that held her body, like a grasshopper tied to others, together with other women with unkempt hair and varied ages.,Those ten or so young and strong men, all in uniform, urged the prisoners forward while kicking and shoving those who were slow to react. If they still didn't get up after being kicked and shoved, they would be whipped immediately. The force was immense; each lash left a blood-soaked, finger-width wound that was horrifying to behold.,The officials gathered together to build a bonfire. They took out dried meat from their bags and cooked it in clay pots, then sprinkled on some salt to make a pot of meat soup.。