Infiltrating Emasina Base

As the three ate and chatted, Salamander and Relina learned about the situation on Mars over the past few years.

While the Dion Empire had waged its Newtype ideology war for nearly six years, it had also been dealing with countless guerrilla forces internally. Although many guerrilla units had been eliminated,

some continued to resist stubbornly, while others remained hidden in the shadows, waiting for the right opportunity.

Roaina's Anti-Dion Longsog Army belonged to the faction waiting to strike. Those who had once been sentenced as Lowly Slaves by the Dion Empire had already been exhausted in the six years of external warfare.

Some captured guerrilla members and their families had also all been sentenced as Lowly Slaves and thrown onto the battlefield.

As for those captured from the Colony Sphere, ordinary people willing to surrender became Lower Citizens, while those unwilling to surrender were sentenced as Lowly Slaves. However, those Lowly Slaves were almost all dead by now.

The Dion Army now sent Lower Citizens and Middle Citizens to the front lines. Upper Citizens mainly held more important posts, and many Saint Machine pilots were Upper Citizens.

Most Upper Citizens belonged to the class made up of Newtypes and Coordinators. Once people of this class earned significant military achievements or other merits, they had a strong chance of being promoted to minor nobility.

However, one fact could not be denied: from Lower Citizens to nobles, the proportion of young people between the ages of twenty-one and one hundred was steadily declining.

"Roaina, does your guerrilla force still have contact with other guerrilla units?" Salamander asked.

"We still have some dealings with several guerrilla units. Basically, we exchange intelligence."

"Can they be trusted?"

"They can be trusted, but not completely."

"All right, I understand."

"Oh, there's something else I need