The Rebel Army was unstoppable. Breaking through this street was like breaching a dam, widening the breach along the entire line.
People rushed toward the targets already marked out-the things the workers of Hillkin City needed most-while the Hillkin Garrison protected the nobles as they retreated.
A large number of rebels quickly gathered outside a huge warehouse. Some wielded tools, working together to break the lock.
With a bang, the lock snapped. Everyone pushed the doors open together, revealing countless heaps of grain. The sweet scent of wheat and flour filled their nostrils.
"Wonderful!" "Everyone, start moving it!"
Cheers rose as people began hauling the grain out of the warehouse.
Elsewhere, another group reached the city center under the guidance of Workers' Party members. City Hall stood before them.
"Charge!"
The Workers' Party's acting officer waved his weapon, a large force of rebels following behind him. City Hall had already been deserted, so they truly charged in without meeting any resistance.
"Those noble lords sure ran fast!" "Good riddance! Saves us a fight!"
"We can't let them all escape! Capture them and use them as hostages to negotiate with the kingdom!"
"We'll keep fighting. We won't stop until we win."
Full of enthusiasm, the workers hurried through the luxurious City Hall. Many had never seen such fine desks, chairs, and cabinets, or such exquisite fountain pens and stationery in their lives.
Excited and nervous, Polly joined several Workers' Party members in using the telegraph equipment and documents left in City Hall to send their first telegram directly to the capital of the Ilkhan Kingdom.
While they waited for a reply from the Royal Capital, the Rebel Army continued breaking through across Hillkin City, while the former Hillkin Garrison retreated again and again. The workers' triumphant cheers and joyful laughter rang