Running with the Wind, Freedom Is the Direction
In the valley, a group of Resistance Organization members are undergoing highly formal military training. The Resistance Organization leader, codenamed Petrel, has gained some international recognition for their cause, which has provided them with a lot of supplies and money.
Their overseas accounts would increase with each battle, but Haiyan didn't tell anyone that in addition to the organization's accounts, he also had a private account, the numbers of which were also constantly increasing.
Overall, the Resistance Organization is now wealthy and not as struggling as before. They have found a good location on the Border Line of the Amelia Region and built a military base.
Furthermore, they used money from the organization's overseas accounts to hire retired officers from other countries to guide them in receiving formal military training.
Everything was on track, and the member of the Resistance Organization, codenamed Petrel, was elected as the Leader of the organization. In order to let more people know about the situation facing the Amelia Region, the atrocities committed by the Gefra people and the suffering of the local people, they wanted to raise their own banner.
These things may seem unrelated, but they are not.
Only when the Resistance Organization becomes well-known will they gain fame in the region, the surrounding area, and internationally, and only then will their words attract people's attention.
Even if a shepherd by the roadside gouges out his own eyes, he'll only make the entertainment news at most. But a Leader a Resistance Organization, even if he just releases some images or documents, will make the news in the political category.
The weight, consequences, and impacts of the two are drastically different.
In order to quickly build enough cohesion, this originally loose organization was named "Amelia's Light of Freedom" by the white-skinned young people. Listen to that, the Light of Freedom, what an enviable thing.
He hoped his organization would be like a beacon of freedom shining into people's dark lives, enabling them to find their way to freedom.
In order to protect himself, he completely replaced his real name with the name "Haiyan". It was no longer a simple code name, but a spirit, a spirit of daring to bravely rush into the sky in the storm and tear apart all the dark clouds!
"The petrel!"
The sounds of business coming from outside a wooden house made Haiyan, the leader of the Resistance Organization who had already gained some momentum, stop talking with others. Everyone's eyes turned to the door, where a boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old hurriedly ran in carrying a gun.
Besides Haiyan, the room also contained the base's Chief Instructor, accountant, Logistics Department, and several combat Captain.
Being watched by so many important figures at the same time made the boy a little nervous. After a brief blank in his mind, he suddenly raised his head, straightened his chest, and saluted, "Chief!"
The Chief Instructor is a soldier who is very particular about hierarchy and rules. If you are caught in the act by him, you are likely to be punished.
The boy, who was only a teenager, saved himself from having to run laps before dinner.
Haiyan smiled and looked at the young man, then nodded and said, "Alright, come in. Is there something you need?"
He liked the atmosphere; everyone was working towards the same goal, and he believed they would be able to drive the savage and brutal Gefra bandits from their homeland! Look at what the Gefra people were doing: they had cut off the water and electricity, and the sweltering heat had already caused the elderly, weak, and disabled to die from the heat.
But the Gefra people just watched coldly, and sometimes they would kill innocent local civilians for various reasons.
Only by driving these devilish Gefra from this land can the people here have hope, and this is his and everyone's shared ideal and goal.
The increasingly well-organized camp gave him a sense of power, and he believed that as long as they kept working hard, they would definitely succeed.
Of course, we must mention the help of an international friend, codenamed "Robin," who helped them break the deadlock and find an opportunity.
More and more people are joining the fight to drive out the Gefra bandits and resist tyranny—this is the will of the people! Every person here, every base in this mountainous region, and every Resistance Organization is a comrade.
"Leader, the communications department just detected a coded message..." The boy reached into his pocket and handed the note to Haiyan.
Haiyan took the note, patted the boy on the shoulder, and said, "Alright, go do what you need to do..."
After watching the young man leave, Haiyan opened the note. He read it for a while, his face filled with joy.
"What's up?"
The speaker was the Chief Instructor, Chief Instructor came from a small place called Baratan and was once an elite member of one of the eight major Knight Order in the area.
Although they are called Knight Order, they are actually a modern army. They still call themselves the king's knights. Although they cannot compare with military powers like Gefra and the Federal in terms of military strength, they are world-renowned for their personal qualities.
Many retired soldiers from the Knight Order receive invitations from various countries and organizations. It was only through Robin's connections that Haiyan managed to find five retired soldiers from the Baratan Knight Order to train them.
Whether it's military skills or anything else, the Chief Instructor has a judgment that is significantly better than everyone else here, so he was also included in the management of the Light of Freedom.
Sometimes, the Petrel would even think that once they drove out the Gefra bandits and reclaimed their homeland, they would declare independence, and then he would appoint the Chief Instructor as the Army Chief of Staff.
He handed the note to the Chief Instructor and explained to the others, "A new batch of military supplies from the Gefra will be transported here by rail the night after tomorrow. This is a good opportunity!"
His eyes gleamed. If he could cut off the supply of military materials to the Gefra, it would not only give them the opportunity to grow stronger and hire more men, but also weaken Gefra strength and demoralize them.
After reading it, the Chief Instructor returned it to Haiyan expressionlessly. Haiyan looked at him, but he kept his head down.
After about ten seconds, he frowned slightly, and Haiyan immediately asked, "What's wrong? Is something amiss?"
The Chief Instructor nodded hesitantly, "Too detailed..."
Yes, it's incredibly detailed. The note is far too detailed, specifying the approximate time the day after tomorrow, what supplies are available, and which route to take to enter the Amelia Region. This information is far too detailed.
The Chief Instructor, who was once a legitimate member of the Department of Defense Forces, knew very well that such details would not be given during wartime. It would be like telling someone, "We have good stuff here, come and fucking kill me," which is very abnormal.
They were too busy hiding it to explain in such detail.
After listening, Haiyan and the other cadres frowned, but their frowns were mostly just to express their confusion. "No wonder I also had a similar ominous feeling but didn't know where the problem was. So that's what it is. But how do we solve it?"
Simply put, it's about not wanting to appear incompetent.
Whether it was Haiyan or the other cadres, most of them were ordinary people before this. How would they know anything about military matters? Haiyan's expression was also conflicted. "Well... if it doesn't work out, then forget it!" he said, and sighed.
Humans are really strange creatures. He may be saying "Let's forget about it," but everyone knows what he really means. He's telling people, "Why don't we go take a look?"
After thinking for a moment, the Chief Instructor slowly nodded. "Actually, what I said might not be right. We can send someone else to scout ahead. We can hear this message, and so can others!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you. The Chief Instructor's considerations are more detailed and reliable!" Haiyan immediately agreed.
In fact, the petrel also has its own difficulties. Their development is inseparable from helpers like the robin. Sometimes, he even has a very awkward feeling that he and the entire organization are being controlled by the robin.
Every so often, the other party would assign him a task, such as blowing up a public facility, damaging some production equipment, or destroying some roads.
Only if he does it will the other party give him more supplies and funds. Once they lose the robin, they will lack a stable source of supplies for a short period of time.
He contacted some arms dealers who roamed the Amelia Region, and the prices they offered left him speechless. Even for a simple rifle, they sold it for more than three times the price in other regions.
The prices of some scarce goods have even increased tenfold! If he can get rid of the robin, or be less dependent on the robin, he will be qualified to talk to the robin, no longer as the dominant and the dominated, but as equals.
This supply transport by the Gefra is an opportunity. If they can capture a portion of it, they will not lack supplies for a short period of time, and he will have the foundation to fight against the Robins.
Moreover, as he recruits more and more people and their equipment becomes more and more sophisticated, he may eventually be able to achieve a certain degree of self-sufficiency and balance of income and expenditure without having to contact the robin anymore!
The robin did indeed provide him and the warriors of the Light of Liberty with a lot of help, but the robin was not a local, nor was he a comrade who had devoted himself to the cause of resistance, so he did not trust the robin.
He was a petrel, a fighter for freedom. He rebelled not only against the brutal rule and exploitation of the Gefra, but also against the capriciousness of fate, and even against the robin! No one could bind the petrel's freedom, not even the raging storm could make him lower his proud head!