Foundations
Leo turned his head and looked at the cloaked figures standing outside the crowd, a delighted smile appearing on his face.
You finally came!
He answered rationally, "Of course it's because the ideological education wasn't thorough enough for someone to develop such thoughts, isn't it?"
"Shouldn't the foremost requirement for the revolutionary fighters we choose be sufficient revolutionary awareness?"
"If he wanted to abandon the people, abandon the revolution, betray his class, seize power through the revolution's military force, and become an oppressor and exploiter again, then the people should choose someone else with revolutionary awareness to continue overthrowing his rule."
"[Our] will isn't important." Leo stared hawk-eyed at the person surrounded at the center—the one who had spoken just now. "What matters is their will—the will of the people."
"We didn't spring out of stones."
"We were born because they chose us, supported us, and needed us. We are their representatives, their will, the pinnacle of their military strength."
Leo spread his hands, encompassing everyone gathered around him and listening closely, including Smoker and Hina. "It's just that they're unconscious, unprepared, unthinking, and blind. They can only long for a savior to descend from the heavens and help them."
"After arming ourselves ideologically, we must not only arm ourselves—we must arm them as well. We must make them understand that we are them, and they are us!"
Leo's words made goosebumps rise all over Dragon, Kuma, and Ivankov.
The Revolutionary Army had never heard revolutionary thought so systematic and so incisive. It was as though their minds had suddenly been opened. In an instant, they understood the meaning of their existence, why they had to fight the Marines, and the value of their existence.
Compared to the various representatives, ideologies, and theories from Leo's original world, this theory