What was dignity?
If you took that vague question to the streets and asked people, a thousand people might give a thousand different answers.
Yet on the screen, the silent veterans had found their answer.
Ye Chu and Yin Xing had been warmly received by the workers.
The two had been cordially invited inside by plantation farm owners to rest.
The two had been generously given supplies by passing villagers.
They had even been found by patrolling guards and taken to the Security Office, where they were given a meal.
More and more eliminated veterans were discovered, then enthusiastically brought to various places and treated as honored guests.
The places everyone went were different, but one thing was certain.
All of it was free.
And they had received it for free because of their identities.
Of course, not a single veteran suspected that what was displayed on the screen was merely a performance meant to deceive them.
As the saying went, there was no need.
No Mole People in this world had ever treated soldiers the way they were being treated now. Even the residents of Qinggang Shelter looked down on the guards who protected them.
Only some small Gathering Places of wanderers worshiped people who possessed military strength.
But was this Tian Yuan Territory something those small Gathering Places could compare with?
"I think Hunter Tiger has always been telling you to fight for the shelter and fight for the residents."
"But ask yourselves honestly: are you really fighting for those ordinary people who have no weapons? Are you really fighting for that shelter that has been passed down for hundreds of years? Or is what you want merely to protect the treatment you received yesterday from disappearing?"
"Do you really understand what you're fighting for?"
Did they understand?