The people began to hesitate. Meanwhile, the mid-ranking Revolutionary Army officers inside the Kingdom of Goa's royal palace had lost their grassroots forces, leaving them with no channels of information among ordinary people.
They were practically repeating Big Beard's mistakes. Their two defeats had been exactly the same.
They had no idea what had happened at the docks, just as Dachi had no idea what orders they had given that resulted in the clash with the Revolutionary Army Headquarters warship. Now, the Revolutionary Army's broadcast from the harbor loudspeakers could not reach their command center either.
Both sides were engaged in a contest called arrogance, but in the end, the Revolutionary Army was more grounded.
Their desperate cries had earned the people's trust. After all, even the rank-and-file soldiers from Trash Mountain were not truly of one mind with those mid-ranking officers.
They were proud of being members of the Revolutionary Army, but they were also among those who had been deceived. Just as the Goa Revolutionary Army's mid-ranking officers would not share the wealth they acquired with them, they would not tell those at the bottom what the truth was either.
As a result, the wealth had nothing to do with them, yet they were the ones sent to die.
Once this was said aloud, whether it was true or not no longer mattered. What mattered was that they could shift their hatred onto someone visible, tangible, and even close at hand—someone they could vent it on.
But after being deceived so many times, they seemed no longer willing to swallow that line.
More and more people gathered at the harbor, yet they hesitated instead of charging toward the royal palace, slowly clustering around the docks.
They suddenly began shouting something, until every voice gradually merged into a single