Chapter 250
"..."
(Class 1 frowned, some had indifference in their eyes, and some took a step back.
In the silence, He Muzhi controlled the Spaceship to appear behind Raymond, back to Raymond. He faced half of the (Class 1 who were hiding in various places, while the other (Class 6 members scattered around were only 18 people. Since there were few people, they almost simultaneously pointed their most lethal weapons forward, just as they had agreed beforehand.
When they were hiding, they intentionally used Class 1 as the center, and Class 1 people gathered towards their location. They also retreated behind them. Now, seeing He Muzhi's actions, they responded accordingly, and basically did not need to move too much.
(Class 6's movements were smooth and fluid. Only then did (Class 1 realize that (Class 6's seemingly random dodging from the moment they entered was actually deliberate.
Seeing the remaining students from Class 1) sandwiched in the middle like a sandwich, He Muzhi's gaze fell on Philomena directly opposite him, and he raised his voice. "I think we can have a proper talk now."
This time, He Muzhi did not urge Class 1) on, but stared straight at Philomena.
"..."
(Class 1 also looked in Philomena's direction, waiting for her to make a decision.
"..."
(Class 1 are on her shoulders as the Class Monitor. Although she was just a temporary worker who was forced into the position, it did not change the fact that she was the Class Monitor. Philomena faced He Muzhi under great pressure.
Even if Class 6) proceeds cautiously and possesses various weapons that are deadly to them as Modified Humans, as long as Qin Su does not appear and stands idly by, even if so many of Modified Humans are not wearing special Combat Suit, they can still allow the vast majority of them to leave and unite with others who have made the same choice to fight against Class 6).
But... on the other hand, when Ulysses was attracting Raymond and the rest of Class 6)' s attention, she secretly tried to cut off Balenman's own communication signal. Not only was it completely cut off, but even the communication devices that the Modified Humans carried could not be used, thus preventing them from contacting the outside world.
The Combat Suit worn by Class 6) were provided by Qin Su. The weapons designed to Modified Humans were 100% provided to Class 6). Knowing the serial key of the communication devices on their bodies, it is not surprising that they were able to disable them and render them unusable.
How can you say Qin Su wasn't involved?
Qin Su simply did not appear openly, but used Class 6) as his puppets, secretly manipulating them as knives to be used against them.
She was even less certain whether other Military Academy classes at Balenman would respond if she took the plunge.
After careful consideration, Philomena didn't keep He Muzhi waiting long and quickly replied, "Of course."
Philomena moved closer to He Muzhi.
Although the atmosphere was tense as they maintained a normal social distance from He Muzhi, nothing unexpected happened, and Philomena relaxed slightly. "Such a commotion is probably unknown to the Fourth Military Academy. May I ask, does Qin Su need us to do something?"
"..."
Philomena's bluntness left He Muzhi somewhat speechless.
Although they didn't have an's' mark on them from beginning to end, they seemed to be carrying an invisible 'Qin Su' label all over their bodies.
The truth is, he still doesn't know what Qin Su is trying to do.
Quickly composing himself, He Muzhi couldn't answer Philomena's question, only saying, "Actually, it's nothing. I just wanted to trouble you all to come with us to the A-a1 simulation exercise field, that's all."
Upon hearing this, the students of Class 1, who had been listening intently, looked down at the headless corpse on the ground.
"..."
I don't believe you! Isn't everyone saying that He Muzhi is a rare honest and kind-hearted kid in Class 6? It's a rumor!
Philomena stated bluntly, "Qin Su is there."
"You'll know when you get there." He Muzhi skillfully deflected the question.
Qin Su had separated from them earlier, and he wasn't sure if he was at the A-a1 Exercise Ground.
"Can going there guarantee that we'll all live unharmed?" Philomena asked the question that most of the students in Class 1 were most concerned about.
(Class 1 held their breath in anticipation.
"You'll know when you get there."
Finding himself completely ignorant, He Muzhi gained a profound understanding of the meaning of the word 'puppet' through his own experience. What shocked He Muzhi even more was that he clearly realized that, at least in this matter, even knowing that he was a puppet, he did not have any thoughts of resistance.
"... I understand. Then I'll tell you the truth. I may seem to be the Class Monitor in Class 1) in front of you, but I'm not sure how many people will listen to me. I can only give it a try."
Seeing that she couldn't get any information out of He Muzhi, Philomena finished her answer, opened the Full-Band Communication of Class 1), and spoke to He Muzhi in front of him, "Listen up, everyone in Class 1), those who are willing to follow Class 6) to the A-a1 Exercise Ground as I have suggested, please stand behind me."
A few people in Class 1 saw that Philomena was so easily persuaded and did not defend the dignity of the First Military Academy as Class Monitor thought, but instead led them to submit to the threat of Class 6. Their eyes were filled with gloom.
He Muzhi didn't give the others much time to think. Philomena finished speaking and immediately said, "One minute."
(Class 1 looked at He Muzhi with surprise and doubt.
In front of everyone, He Muzhi, in order to create a sense of urgency for the students of Class 1), projected a Green √ one-minute Countdown number in the air, just like everyone else.
Looking up at the decreasing numbers not far above, He Muzhi said coldly, "Those who haven't made a choice by the end of the Countdown will bear the consequences."
With Ulysses' example as a precedent, a group of (Class 1) people, upon hearing He Muzhi's words, rushed from various corners to Philomena's back.
Whether they were at the First Military Academy for less than a day or in their respective Military District where they were treated as 'products', they had no sense of belonging. The 'Class Monitor' who was the primary person responsible for any incidents had already stated that if they followed along, they could push the blame onto the 'Class Monitor' if anything happened.
Time ticked by, and the number of people standing behind Philomena gradually increased.
Before the last second had passed, Ulysses and his ilk saw that ninety percent of the people were standing behind Philomena. If a fight broke out, there would be no one to act as cannon fodder for them, giving them time to escape. They could only lie low for the time being and were forced to stand in the ranks behind Philomena.
"In that case, please." He Muzhi looked behind the students in Class 1).
Who would invite someone like this?
(Class 1: "..."
It was polite, but not much.
(Class 1 turned their heads and saw that the three people from (Class 6 who were originally blocking the way had stepped aside to make Passageway for them, indicating that the people from (Class 1 should line up to pass.
He Muzhi glanced at Raymond, Raymond nodded to He Muzhi. Only then did He Muzhi take control of the Warship and position it at the very front.
With He Muzhi leading the way, Philomena followed, and those behind her no longer hesitated.
The people in Class 6 silently counted the number of people in Class 1's formation. At a suitable distance between them, they took turns aiming their weapons at the Class 1 from the left and right.
Raymond had been maintaining a cool and aloof demeanor for a long time to intimidate the 'enemy'. After everyone had moved a distance away, he secretly opened his Optical Brain and quickly snapped a picture of Ulysses below before swiftly following behind.
At the same time, similar situations occurred in 48 other smaller bases.
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The entire A-a1 was illuminated by a powerful overhead light, making it as bright as day.
Even from some distance away from Balenman's largest training ground, He Muzhi could see groups of people, who cast various glances at them upon their arrival.
The other members of He Muzhi's group also noticed this situation, and took a moment to exchange glances, seeing a hint of resentment in each other's eyes.
'Damn it, they were ultimately one step behind, and the other groups beat them to it!'
Seeing that the other groups completed their tasks faster than his own, He Muzhi suppressed his feelings of disappointment and self-blame. He led his Class 1) to stop in the areas designated for each group before Qin Su arrived. He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't assured Philomena that Qin Su would definitely be there, otherwise he would have been the one to feel embarrassed.
When the students of Class 1 saw that students from other Military Academies were also there, and that there were more people on their side regarding Class 6's matter, their anxiety eased somewhat, but at the same time they were even more puzzled.
A-a1 is the largest training ground in the entire Balenman. According to the tradition of joint exercises by various Military Academies, it is only used here when all Military Academies conduct joint exercises and when all Military Academy students have free time together at the end of the last day of the exercise.
Now, let alone the last day of the exercise, the first day of the exercise hasn't even started yet, and this exercise has been nipped in the bud.
"What exactly does Qin Su want by gathering us together? Isn't he afraid that so many people will unite against Class 6)?"
"The distance between the classes is so far, Optical Brain can only be used but not viewed. How can we unite? By shouting with your loud voice? Before you've even finished shouting, Class 6) will probably be focusing their fire on the good leg of the cripple. And how do you know that if we make a move, the other Military Academies will join us in opposing us? They might willingly follow Qin Su and join Class 6) in focusing their fire on us."
"I'm not lame."
"You don't even understand metaphors? Aren't the modified parts of your body the best part?"
"What infighting? Where's Qin Su? He had Class 6 bring us here with only threats and no incentives, and now he's not even showing his face. Is that believable?"
"If you have any opinions, be brave and give them to Qin Su. Keep it up, I'm here to support you."
[Laughing so hard I'm rich! So many Military Academy crickets are saying the exact same thing. I seriously suspect that King Su deliberately arranged this distance so that they can see each other but can't talk to each other, and are wary of each other, thinking everyone looks like King Su's people, so they dare not make any rash moves (facepalm and laughing)]
[He Muzhi's group is relatively easy. Jeffrey's group has lost several Modified Humans and they're still fighting. They're really brainless. Can't they even pretend to surrender?]
[They have backbone, unlike those spineless cowards. Qin Su is so ruthless; he won't even let them off the hook.]
[After careful observation and statistics, every "person with backbone" you speak of has countless tools providing them with the perfect reform experience during their rehabilitation, becoming disposable instruments. They enjoy emperor-like treatment, even treating the Military District as "part" of their own home. Isn't it normal for them to defend their own interests? Why expect those used as tools to be "as loyal to their kingdom as emperors"? Ridiculous. Just like me, demanding a salary of three thousand while enduring torture, being as loyal as a cow to his company. Haha, utterly ridiculous.]
How can you compare them? They're either Military Academy cadets or soldiers; this behavior makes them a bunch of traitors.
[Oh, why didn't you say this when you were using them as tools to physically 'break them apart'? Was there some unspeakable secret or something on your mind?]
In less than an hour, thanks to the persistent efforts of Class 6), all 50 Military Academies gathered together tonight.
When everyone saw the tall figure appear on the high platform ahead, the long and anxious wait seemed to have ended, yet the heavy weight on their hearts felt even heavier.
(Oh my god, it's already here in the blink of an eye, I have to write this [chin resting on hand])