"You're right. There's no point arguing among ourselves right now."
"Zhang's right. The most urgent thing is to rescue our oppressed people."
"I'm just a blunt guy. I have no objections. Tell me what you need me to do."
Even among the blindly conformist crowd, there were plenty of clever people.
Even if they were eager to fight for power, they could still tell what mattered most.
So when the clear-eyed young man stepped forward and spoke up, the clever ones immediately voiced their support, and the crowd once again seemed united as one.
Seeing that he had brought the situation under control, the clear-eyed young man breathed a sigh of relief.
But he didn't let his guard down completely. He continued, "I'm sure you all know that the Forward Base's defenses are far too powerful for us. We can't take on those heavy weapons head-on. We should play to our strengths and infiltrate the Forward Base, spreading the spirit of resistance as widely as possible..."
Zheng Yongliang, mixed in among the crowd, had no interest in listening to the young man's speech. He was quietly observing his surroundings.
Unlike most of the people who had joined the Rebel Army on little more than a surge of courage, he knew very well that an unseen hand was manipulating this so-called Rebel Army from behind the scenes.
After all, Zheng Yongliang had dealt with the White Robe Mona Warrior and knew what Big Tattoo Arm was really like.
So he suspected that there was most likely a true mastermind in this town, one who simply hadn't stepped into the spotlight.
But even knowing all that, Zheng Yongliang didn't dare say anything.
He knew his own limitations. He was an ordinary man, utterly unremarkable, and lacked the courage to stand up and