Chapter 108: Touching

Soon, Ye Cheng led the group back to the guerrilla gathering place. As they were about to arrive, Yingzhou recalled the Krieg soldiers, and only then did Ye Cheng realize that these soldiers were all summoned by Yingzhou.

When Yingzhou's 2.6-meter-plus tall frame appeared among the crowd, he unsurprisingly became the focus of everyone's gaze.

The commotion outside soon drew the attention of Han Li and Xia Dijing. After they squeezed out of the crowd and saw this man, who was even taller and stronger than an Orc, their mouths hung slightly open, and they spoke in unison.

"What the f*ck (＊? ◇?)?"

Having experienced this situation once before, the Catachan warriors quickly walked out from the gathering place this time. The Catachan warrior wearing a hat saluted Yingzhou very solemnly (Aquila Salute) and said.

"Respected Emperor, per your instructions, we have begun clearing out those Alien Race camps in the rear and have rescued the survivors inside."

Upon hearing the report from the hat-wearing Catachan warrior, Yingzhou nodded slightly and said, "Well done, you may continue with your duties."

"Yes!"

After this group of Catachan warriors left, Yingzhou looked at Han Li and Xia Dijing and said, "I need a place where I can rest."

At this, Han Li snapped out of it and hurriedly spoke up.

"We have one! Follow me! My name is Han Li, and I am one of the captains of the guerrilla force here."

Han Li walked in front of Yingzhou to lead the way.

Yingzhou raised an eyebrow and spoke instinctively, "Do you happen to have another name called Lifeiyu?"

Han Li, who was leading the way, was stunned; he turned his head and looked at Yingzhou in confusion, "Lifeiyu? Who is that?"

"Ahem, it's nothing." Yingzhou coughed twice, skipped the topic, and said, "Have the Orcs in this vicinity decreased lately?"

"Yes, our number of survivors has increased, so we've had to expand our area of activity. Those Catachan Warriors go out often and always run into some Orc Patrol Squads, but they have all been dealt with by them."

Walking into the gathering place, Yingzhou saw a group of survivors casting their gazes toward him. They had many wounds on their bodies, having only received simple bandaging, without regard for the risk of potential infection.

The air was filled with a suffocating stench, but these people did not care about that; being able to survive until now was already something to thank the heavens for.

"Are there no people here to treat the injured civilians? Also, in this situation, it is very easy for bacteria to breed, causing more people here to fall ill." Yingzhou looked at the environment within the gathering place and spoke.

"In reality, this is caused by the increase in survivors over the past few days. This is just a piece of abandoned architecture that hasn't collapsed, and this is all we can do. There are only two members in the guerrilla force with Treatment Ability; they can only ensure these survivors don't die, as their Spiritual Power needs to be reserved for when guerrilla soldiers suffer severe injuries," Han Li said with a bitter expression.

Just as the two were chatting, a few children around 10 years old ran over. Looking at Yingzhou, who was like an iron tower, they asked directly, "Are you the Emperor that the muscle uncle spoke of? So tall!"

"Muscle uncle?" Yingzhou thought of the exposed muscles of the Catachan warriors and nodded in empathy; indeed, that was accurate.

Wait, he seemed to be in that same state himself right now.

"These are the children rescued from the Wastestone District yesterday. They seem to have just been captured when they were saved by your Catachan warriors," Han Li, who was to the side, explained.

Hearing these words and looking at the miserable state of the survivors around him, Yingzhou felt even more hatred for those invading Alien Races.

Yingzhou squatted down, stroked the boy's head with his broad palm, and said in a gentle tone, "You must have suffered a lot. To experience these things at such a young age, it has been hard on you."

Han Li, standing nearby, did not expect Yingzhou to make such a gesture. He still had some doubts in his heart about this tall and strong man before him; he had never heard of anyone like this in the Fourth Defense Zone.

But the things those Catachan warriors had done had indeed helped them survive in this desperate situation.

He had originally thought the Emperor mentioned by those Catachan warriors would be a man full of majesty; he never expected him to be such a young man. Moreover, he was very gentle toward these survivors of the Outer City, far better than those ministers who hid in the Inner City and acted recklessly using the power in their hands.

"No, when those muscle uncles saved us, they said it was the Emperor who sent them to rescue us, saying that the Emperor cares about us." The boy's childish voice left Yingzhou not knowing what to say.

He was not the real Emperor; he was just an ordinary person who had lived in a peaceful era. If it were that Emperor, the Alien Races of this world would never have dared to invade.

However, seeing the words spoken by these children, Yingzhou felt a touch of emotion in his heart.

"Everything will get better." Yingzhou did not answer the child's question, but instead said this.

Immediately after, Yingzhou followed Han Li to a single room where he could barely lie down to rest.

"I will have someone send over a blanket in a moment. The environment here is a bit poor, but generally, no one will come in here. This is where our guerrilla teammates receive treatment after being injured."

Han Li looked at the somewhat crude little room and said with an embarrassed expression.

"It's fine, I understand. Could you please step out for a moment?" Yingzhou shook his head with a smile and spoke.

After waiting for Han Li to leave, Yingzhou directly summoned five Xiunu.

As soon as the five Xiunu appeared, they knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, and said in a pious tone.

"Great God-Emperor, is there anything we can do for you?"

Yingzhou looked at the five Xiunu who had appeared and thought to himself: If even those Catachan warriors talk about me for no reason, then if these Xiunu go out to treat the survivors, wouldn't that start spreading the State Church? But I am not that person after all.

Hmm, it just so happens that I recalled some things from my past life while in the Inner City and recorded them on a piece of paper. Let me think, where did I put it? Here!

Yingzhou found a folded piece of paper from his military uniform, looked at the five kneeling Xiunu again, and made up his mind.

Yingzhou steadied his emotions and said in a calm tone, "I need you to treat the survivors outside and spread some ideas."

Upon hearing about spreading ideas, the bodies of the five Xiunu trembled visibly. Immediately after, the five Xiunu suppressed their inner excitement, but the voices they spoke with were still somewhat Out of Control.

"Following your will, your will is our mission!"

Yingzhou unfolded the paper, which contained some text he had written earlier, and handed it to the Xiunu closest to him.

The Xiunu closest to Yingzhou took the paper handed to them with utmost piety.