The Newborn Rebel Army

"Is my [Wind Riding] the most suitable?"

Li Shan suddenly felt a toothache.

He couldn't help but think that since [Wind Riding] was suitable, he should go find that Deputy Captain Lu.

Of course, he finally nodded with difficulty and confirmed again. "We just need to find out what the situation is on the north slope, right?"

The portly director tapped lightly on his desk, emphasizing the key point. "The most important thing is to remain concealed; absolutely do not alert the enemy."

Li Shan counted on her fingers and nodded silently.

It is located north of the civil defense project, approximately 40 kilometers away from the Forward Base in a straight line.

This area was originally a small hill.

A day has passed, and now it has become a small town.

No, calling it a small town might not be accurate; a settlement would be more appropriate.

Looking down from a high vantage point, one can clearly see a large number of wooden buildings lined up one after another on the slope of the hillside. Even without close inspection, it is obvious that these wooden buildings are simple in structure, not much better than thatched huts.

It looks like a children's block castle; it might fall apart if the wind were to pick up even a little too much.

In contrast to this simple settlement, the population gathered here was quite large.

As darkness falls, perhaps to keep warm, or perhaps for some kind of ritual.

The people gathered here lit bonfires taller than a person in various parts of the settlement, and sat around the bonfires singing and dancing. The lively and free collective activities seemed to connect everyone's hearts.

If this were a game, you'd probably see "Cohesion +1, Cohesion +1..." constantly popping up above everyone's heads.

Of course, reality isn't a game, so it's impossible to see specific data.

But everyone can genuinely feel a sense of belonging to this place.

People had smiles on their faces, and some even felt that the city's plan to return to the surface wasn't such a bad thing.

To summarize, the intention was bad, but the execution was good.

The lively atmosphere gradually heated up, and soon someone let out a gasp.

People all looked in the direction from which the commotion was coming.

They could see two burly men carrying a three-meter-high flag as they walked out.

Those present seemed to realize what this was, and unanimously made way for the two burly men. Only after the two flag-bearers had passed did they follow, torch in hand.

Surrounded by the crowd, the two burly men finally arrived at the outskirts of the settlement, panting heavily.

The two strong men then worked together to insert the bottom of the flag into the pit they had dug beforehand.

The night breeze blew by, and the flags unfurled proudly in its wake, eliciting a joyful shout from the crowd.

The flag was not elaborate; in fact, like many of the wooden buildings in the settlement, it was so simple it looked like something a child would do.

The black background and white lettering of the flag also reveal the underlying poverty.

However, no one present showed any disappointment, nor did they feel that such a simple flag was shameful.

Because the flag bore three large, neatly written characters, "Rebel Army".

Zheng Yongliang stared blankly at the flag fluttering in the wind for a while, his profile illuminated by the flickering light of the campfire. After regaining his senses, he quietly retreated behind the others.

In fact, when the conflict occurred during the day, he was still outside the Forward Base debating whether or not to pull people away, so when the conflict broke out, he was able to get far away immediately.

A young man with clear eyes and a spirited demeanor walked to the foot of the flag, clenched his fist, and shouted, "Everyone here is a brother or sister of the Rebel Army! Let us carry on Mr. Mu's legacy and live freely in this world!"

After Lu Bai dealt with the White Robe Mona Warrior, the Big Tattoo Arm, having lost external assistance, was riddled with bullets by drones in front of countless people.

Regardless of what the man with the Big Tattoo Arm was actually thinking, he did die in front of everyone at the height of his life, and his actions inspired countless people present at the time.

Many people who witnessed everything fled the Forward Base and immediately spread the story of the Big Tattoo Arm.

As more and more people gathered, a brilliant idea naturally emerged: to raise the banner of the Rebel Army once again.

It can only be said that the people had been suppressing their anger for too long, and their pent-up rage against the city council allowed the newly formed Rebel Army to easily amass a massive force.

The Rebel Army in the settlement all regarded those with Big Tattoo Arm as pioneers.

Unfortunately, no one knows the name of the man with the Big Tattoo Arm. Fortunately, his body is already cold, so he only needs to be a symbol; his name doesn't matter.

People quickly reached a consensus and simply named him Mr. Mu, based on the plant abilities that the Big Tattoo Arm had "used".

Upon hearing the slogans shouted by the young people, the crowd immediately began to discuss them amongst themselves.

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance!"

"The order of the city council is unfair."

"We can win over the army's support. Those soldiers all come from ordinary families like ours. What we should really be rebelling against are the officials in the city council."

"Don't be naive. The interests of a class are deeply intertwined with the ruling system. Even if facts prove their actions unjust, they won't easily abandon their stance..."

"If you ask me, the only way is to kill! Let the officials taste the bitterness of bloodshed!"

The crowd, which had initially been united in purpose, visibly began to argue.

Unfortunately, some people may have joined in out of anger and enthusiasm at first, but once they calmed down, they quickly realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Not to mention, there were quite a few speculators among them.

The newly established power structure is the easiest time to seize control of the discourse.

If we don't work harder now, once the power structure stabilizes, even ten times the effort might not be enough to make up for our current laxity.

Unfortunately, anyone with a modicum of common sense knows this.

This turned what should have been a time to celebrate the founding of the Rebel Army into a place for power struggles.

As the dispute progressed, many people even forgot that this power group was actually not stable.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Standing beneath the flag, the young man with clear eyes raised his gun and fired an empty magazine into the sky.

"Enough!"

Looking at the now quiet crowd, he said loudly, "What kind of behavior is this? Wouldn't Mr. Mu's spirit in heaven be disappointed to see us like this?"

"We are not those corrupt officials from the city council. Don't forget why we've gathered here."

"Our primary goal now is to liberate our compatriots who are still suffering under the control of the City Association!"