The weapons depot had been taken so quickly that when the clear-eyed young man and his men seized several warehouses, a sizable portion of the Rebel Army hadn't even made it to the scene.
After all, from an individual's perspective, nearly ten thousand people was no small number.
With two people standing every meter, they could form a line five kilometers long.
So, with communications relying mostly on shouting, the Rebel Army's movements depended largely on individual initiative. It could hardly be called organized command.
The clear-eyed young man understood this too. The moment he led his men into the weapons depot, he tried to find some military communications equipment to use.
Unfortunately, these warehouses didn't contain any equipment of that kind.
That wasn't surprising.
In fact, the Forward Base had been established less than three days ago. Most of that time had been spent settling the people who had returned to the surface, and there hadn't yet been time to put many supplies into circulation, including heavy weapons.
Most of what the weapons depot held were boxes upon boxes of automatic rifles and ammunition. There weren't even many grenade launchers.
Still, taking the weapons depot had been an unexpected bonus, so they couldn't ask for too much.
With this many firearms, they could at least make sure everyone in the Rebel Army got one.
"Brother Wang, come take a look! What's this?"
Someone called out from inside the warehouse.
"What is it?" The bespectacled, middle-aged man known as Brother Wang jogged over.
"Brother Wang, what do you think this thing is? None of us recognize it."
Several young members of the Rebel Army stood around a cylindrical device half a meter tall. Since they didn't recognize it, none of them dared touch it, afraid they might accidentally set off