The strength those officials had just demonstrated was simply too great. And those people were only part of the official contingent?
The government itself represented the authority of the entire nation. It was an absolute behemoth, an existence these survivors knew they could never challenge.
It was just that the atmosphere throughout the base had been shaped by Tiangang and the Two Great Protectors, whipping everyone into a state of total mobilization. No one dared openly question the decision to oppose the government and defend the base.
It wasn't that no one dared to question it. Those who did either vanished mysteriously or ended up with their heads on the ground.
Now, Regiment Commander Niu had stated plainly that the head of the base—the Tiangang Big Shot—was a lackey of the Underground Race and an agent of the Bizarre Tree.
In other words, the government's earlier announcement hadn't been slander. It had been an accusation backed by solid evidence.
So, from the standpoint of justice, which side should the scales favor? Most people had already made their choice based on their simple, instinctive understanding.
More importantly, the government had the entire Star City, the whole Central South Military Region, and even the nation behind it. And Tiangang?
He represented nothing more than the Underground Race and the Bizarre Tree.
Who could still be unsure which side was stronger?
Besides, their leader, the Golden Bull Regiment commander, had made his stance clear. They were his trusted subordinates, so naturally they would follow him to the end.
From any angle, they couldn't make any other choice now. Most had instinctively sided with the government. And even if some still had doubts, or weren't fully committed, who would dare speak up against it at a time like this?
Seeing the bloodied, headless corpses