Infighting.
Ji Jue stood dazed for a moment.
It was not that he could not accept reality, but that he found it hard to believe such a ramshackle farce could actually happen...
Under such immense pressure from the outside world, before the Church's overwhelming power, these insignificant rebels had actually started fighting among themselves?
And the blade was pointed straight at the strongest fighting force currently in the camp...
No, what was this, some kicked-out-of-the-party plotline?
Were their brains alright?
"No, so... they really started infighting?"
He looked at Bao Dacai. Bao Dacai understood the look in his eyes, and his expression became even more subtle. "Ah, well, probably... yes, infighting."
His tone was so calm, as if this sort of thing happened all the time.
Or perhaps he had expected it long ago.
"Ramshackle is normal."
Bao Dacai raised a hand as though instinctively trying to adjust his glasses, only to find nothing there. He could only rub his eye sockets and sigh. "After all, the current camp was hastily formed by several resistance teams merging together. Its makeup is rather complicated, and there has been far too little time... Miss Wen has always been the fairest in her dealings, never hiding anything, never keeping any gains for herself when distributing them. That was why she was chosen as commander.
"If there had been more time, perhaps things could have settled down. But unfortunately..."
He stopped halfway through, with neither beginning nor end.
Yet sometimes, half was enough. Ji Jue understood at once.
—Unfortunately, at such a critical juncture, Wen Wen had stubbornly made a sudden decision, then led more than half their main forces into Angel's tight encirclement at great cost and with painstaking effort.
In the end, they had dug a crippled human stump out of a