Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1153 - 1146: Temporary Requisition

Chapter 1153: Chapter 1146: Temporary Requisition

"Hold on!" Cheng Ziang stopped Luo’er’s movement.

"What now?" Luo’er asked.

"Their bodies are already in bad shape; riding horses may be too much for them to bear," Cheng Ziang said with concern.

"So, what should we do?" Luo’er seemed very anxious by now.

"Take a carriage!" Cheng Ziang pointed at a carriage on the road.

"But that’s not our carriage," Luo’er said.

"Hehe!" Faced with Luo’er’s confusion, Cheng Ziang chuckled, then called two team members to follow him. They rode their horses across the road, blocking a carriage.

"What are you doing?" The carriage stopped, and an obese noble poked his head out, looking nervous as he asked.

"There are people in need of rescue. Please take them to the clinic in the Lipei suburbs!" Cheng Ziang said.

"Are you insane? What a joke. Let two slaves dirty my luxurious carriage? If they die, they die. People like them die in droves every day; why should I care about their lives!" the noble said angrily.

"So, you refuse to cooperate!" Cheng Ziang sneered. He then took out a pistol from his waist, loaded it, and fired a shot into the sky.

The loud gunshot immediately echoed across the plains, and the noble was so frightened by his action that he trembled all over, unable to speak.

"So, it’s not a request anymore, it’s commandeering. Please get down; we need to commandeer your carriage to treat the wounded!" Cheng Ziang pointed the gun at the noble and said coldly.

"Sir, what should we do?" The coachman looked back at the noble, uneasy.

"This is robbery, you bunch of bandits!" the noble mustered his courage and shouted loudly, although it was clear he was blustering.

"Not asking you to walk. Don’t you have another carriage behind? Just squeeze in with them. Once we’re done, we’ll naturally return the carriage to you," Cheng Ziang said matter-of-factly.

"Why should I, someone of such high status, condescend to ride in someone else’s carriage? Have you considered my feelings?" the noble cursed angrily.

"Haven’t considered it, nor do I intend to. Have you considered my bullets?" Cheng Ziang asked, tilting his head.

"You..." the noble was so angry he couldn’t speak.

"What about you? Are you listening to your master or to us?" Cheng Ziang turned the gun towards the coachman and asked.

"I, I, I’ll listen to you..." the coachman hesitated for a long time, finally made up his mind, and stammered his response.

"Very good," Cheng Ziang nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the two team members and said, "You two, get them all out of there for me!"

"Yes!" The two nodded enthusiastically, then dismounted and walked toward the carriage, guns in hand.

In the end, Luo’er and his group successfully commandeered the carriage, and they took the two slave siblings on board, leaving only the noble’s family standing there, cursing loudly.

"That was so satisfying, boss, we’re following you from now on." Ignoring the noisy curses behind them, the team members surrounded Cheng Ziang with looks of admiration.

"Now do you understand why we need to carry out Land Reform?" Cheng Ziang asked with a smile, his eyes narrowed.

"Understood, understood, the slave-owning nobility deserves to die!" the crowd answered in unison.

Cheng Ziang glanced back at the noble, and upon noticing Cheng Ziang’s glance, the noble immediately fell silent. Satisfied, he turned back to the crowd and said, "From the day we obtained sovereignty over Lipei, we must officially declare to everyone in the Otherworld that in Lipei, all people are equal, with no more oppression, no more exploitation, no longer a place where people prey on each other. As long as one works, they can earn their due rewards. We will build a Democratic Experiment Base in Lipei, to show the Otherworld, and also to tell certain countries on Earth, what true democracy is!"

"Good, good, Boss, through thick and thin, we’ll follow you!" Cheng Ziang’s words made his team’s blood boil with excitement.

"Alright, don’t just talk, take action. Go and see if there are any slaves left behind or those who are sick and starving, bring them onto the carts and take them with us," Cheng Ziang said with a slight smile, then earnestly instructed.

"But what do we do if those nobles object to us taking their slaves?" someone asked worriedly.

"What else can we do? We already control Lipei, do you still think those slaves belong to their masters as property?" Cheng Ziang retorted.

"Understood!" Everyone nodded, getting the point.

"Some of you go do that, the rest continue with your respective duties, transporting these landlords and nobles to Lipei for their final trial!" Cheng Ziang continued.

"Yes!" His words were met with unanimous agreement from the crowd.

On their way, Luo’er picked up several more slaves collapsed by the roadside and transported them to the temporary Clinic on the outskirts of Lipei city. This was the first large-scale building complex established after the opening of the Otherworld Gate, using prefabricated panels to construct a Medical Rescue Center capable of accommodating thousands on the empty land of the west bank.

All the doctors and nurses of the Clinic were from Earth, and they could only stay there for a limited time, typically rotating every week to avoid excessive Magic Power Erosion. This disease is still incurable for those from Earth.

The slaves on the cart had thought they were going to be sent directly to some terrible place for torture, but to their surprise, they were taken straight to the hospital where they received meticulous care and treatment.

In the ten-plus days since the Clinic began operating, the hospital had nearly reached saturation, with civilians and slaves from all over Lipei filling up the hospital, and even some nobles were present, treated without discrimination.

After delivering the slaves to the Clinic, Luo’er stopped the Head Nurse who was in charge of their care and asked with concern, "Head Nurse, are they alright?"

"They’re not in any grave danger, just suffering from long-term malnutrition. They’ll be fine with some time to recuperate," the Head Nurse replied while looking at the report in her hand.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something and looked up at Luo’er with a hint of surprise, asking, "You, you’re Luo’er, right?"

"How do you know?" Luo’er asked, taken aback and instinctively responding.

"How could we not know? I held you when you were little," the Head Nurse said, pinching Luo’er’s ear with joy, "I remember I especially loved your ears. It’s a shame that later the General kept you under his watch and wouldn’t let us touch you. It’s been so many years, and you still look so young."

"You flatter me, you flatter me..." Luo’er said, his face turning red, slightly embarrassed as he moved her hand away.

Due to looking excessively youthful, Luo’er had always faced the issue of insufficient dignity. Even though he was past the age of thirty, some still mistook him for a middle schooler.

However, as a half-Elf, Luo’er was doing well to have grown so quickly. It is said that some half-Elfs with strong ancestral traits could even appear as four or five-year-old children well into their twenties or thirties.

"Currently, among those received by the hospital, how many are civilians or slaves?" Luo’er asked.

"Many. Most of those you see around are pitiful people. Ah..." The Head Nurse shook her head and sighed with a mixture of pity and indignation, "Some nobles, they come to the hospital and still act like nobles, demanding private rooms and personal care. They really think they’re Emperors, treating us medical staff as their servants. It’s infuriating; they’re getting free treatment and still complain. We didn’t come here to put up with this!"

"We can’t indulge such behavior. If necessary, we can ask the Mobile Troop to intervene and not let them disrupt the hospital’s order," Luo’er said.

"Don’t worry, those causing trouble have been dealt with. Now, the so-called ’lords’ inside the hospital have become much more obedient," the Head Nurse said.

"That’s good," Luo’er nodded and then walked out of the hospital.

To support the event, headquarters had set up temporary structures and even tents on the open land to accommodate the influx of people. In a short time, Lipei’s population exceeded thirty thousand people, but for headquarters, it was still under stable control.

In this speech, they were going to announce the abolition of slavery, the abolition of the feudal land system. They would break the existing order and start over completely, to build a truly democratic city in the Otherworld.