These Beg-for-life Army soldiers were poorly equipped. They only had long swords in their hands, some of them rusted, but they were all powerfully built and looked quite capable in a fight.
Clearly, anyone who could live relatively well in Trash Mountain while retaining some fighting ability was a ruthless character.
Yet they had still joined them.
Part of it was undoubtedly because they wanted to take a gamble and change their fate.
But more than that, it was because of the future the Revolutionary Army had described.
At first, the Revolutionary Army's backbone had been several noncommissioned officers from headquarters. But by now, the young people in the Revolutionary Army branch had naturally taken on that role. When they reached the foot of the royal city, its gates slowly opened, like a black hole that seemed ready to silently swallow them whole.
Because the city had once set Trash Mountain ablaze, the lower-class civilians no longer trusted the country at all—their trust had fallen below zero. Even with the gates standing open and no guards in sight, the residents of Trash Mountain did not dare take a single step inside.
"Forward!" The Revolutionary Army soldiers were not afraid of such things. At the noncommissioned officers' command, the young fighters unhesitatingly carried their guns inside.
No matter what, today they would either walk out upright or be carried out horizontally. There was no third path.
The young people's imposing spirit made the Trash Mountain residents exchange glances. Then they gritted their teeth and followed them in.
Darkness seemed to swallow them. Once the last Trash Mountain resident who had followed entered the darkness, the city gates slowly descended, shutting out the other Trash Mountain residents who had come after hearing the news.
This was the conclusion reached after analysis by