"Everyone has the right to live in this world, so we should offer a helping hand to everyone," Uchiha Madara said.
Kenping Yuelai was somewhat curious that Uchiha Madara would say something like that.
But it was precisely because Uchiha Madara could say such things that Kenping Yuelai felt he was probably not a bad person.
If he truly had some special purpose, then he would surely be doing his best to hide his sharp edges right now, rather than speaking to him so forcefully.
Still, Kenping Yuelai could understand what Uchiha Madara meant. These people were all living beings.
But he could not give an order to save them now.
"Old man," Kenping Yuelai said to Uchiha Madara, "if we had any medical supplies on this trip, I would teach them how to use them too. But there's nothing we can do now."
"We have a very large number of people, and we need to reach our destination as quickly as possible. Bringing so many wounded along would only slow us down," Kenping Yuelai said.
"And making them travel such a long distance with us would do them no good either," Kenping Yuelai said to Uchiha Madara.
"So it's not that I don't want to help. I simply can't. They're bound to die—it's only a matter of where," Kenping Yuelai said.
Uchiha Madara nodded.
"I can understand what you're saying," Uchiha Madara said.
"I just think that since you knew beforehand that so many people would be marching, it's strange that you didn't bring any medical supplies at all," Uchiha Madara said.
Kenping Yuelai tossed a piece of firewood into the campfire, then raised his head to look at the dark sky. "There's really nothing pitiful about these people. They're all desperadoes."
"They know what they're doing, and they