"Soldier, failure is normal. The National Development and Reform Commission has controlled the underground since before the wasteland. Their power is difficult to resist. Do you remember that our comrades have not eaten for several days?"

"...At least 48 hours." Lingpanwei continued, "No one's physical strength is infinite. They endure hunger, fatigue, and illness. Why? To live with dignity."

"But even so, we need to face reality. The reality is that the enemy is more powerful than us. Failure is not surprising, but so what? Our spirit will be passed on and can awaken more numb people. The underground world is doomed.

"

"But, I still hope to win."

Lingpanwei patted his shoulder and said softly: "Me too, warrior."

Domestic animals that live and die have no names, and most of the untouchables are used to this narrow social circle, so Lingpan Guards asked them to call each other "comrade". It doesn't matter if we don't have names, because we are all in the same place.

There was no flaw in the siege of the weapons depot. The place was indeed heavily guarded, but the troops usually stationed there were still defeated under the desperate charge.

Lingpanwei was roaring, and she was mobilizing before the war with a louder voice than anyone else. Just like the most outstanding military strategists I had ever seen in books, she made an individual willingly give up his life.

After leaving behind dozens of corpses, the weapons depot fell.

Lingpanwei did not distribute the weapons immediately, but asked someone to make statistics and mark each knife.

"Commissar, look!"

A comrade ran over excitedly, carefully holding a black instrument in his hand. Lingpan Guard recognized it almost instantly - a gun!

"There are many more over there, at least dozens of them, so the chances of victory are much greater now!"

Lingpanwei thought for a moment and then ordered: "Choose dozens of young men who are strong and smart and test their morals. If there are no problems, arrange for firearms training."

"clear!"

"When these guns are counted, the use of every bullet must be recorded in the library. We are an army and are trying to overthrow the past rule and establish a new regime, so rules that conform to our spiritual thoughts must be established!

First, you must not oppress civilians, second, you must not show mercy to your enemies, and third, you must not refuse orders from your superiors..."

Ling Panwei is becoming more and more mature, her eyebrows and eyes are getting sharper, and the person who is looking at her is like seeing a sharp knife that blows and cuts off hair, which is shocking to the heart and mind, and the liver and gallbladder are broken.

Her majesty grew day by day, and her example led a group of people to stand upright. Some people called her political commissar, and some called her leader.

Comrades worshiped her like a god, and everyone respected and loved the political commissar who saved them.

Only Lao Bai and Hei Ya, who still had fresh memories of the past, couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. They looked at Ling Pan Wei, who was surrounded by everyone and showed a faint but gentle smile. What sounded in their minds was the occasional tired style.

, Ling Ruowei, who is very free and cute in every move she makes.

"Captain...Why on earth did it become like this?"

"She hasn't visited us in the past few days. I'm afraid she has forgotten about it."

"Nonsense!" Lao Bai retorted, but his tone was not firm.

Hei Ya sneered: "Only if you still believe in this woman wishfully, what happened to her to have such a crazy idea? Subvert the National Development and Reform Commission? Subvert 13 regions? Why does she have such a crazy idea?"

"Heiya, you don't want to follow the captain anymore?" Lao Bai frowned.

Haiya replied decisively: "Yes, doing this is just self-destruction. Just watch, the National Development and Reform Commission's revenge is coming soon. District 11 has been made like this, and you all have to die!"

Lao Bai fell silent and lowered his head in great disappointment: "Heiya, I didn't expect you to be such a timid person."

Hei Ya sneered, turned and left without any hesitation.

"This person is a traitor and he wants to report us to the National Development and Reform Commission!"

Hei Ya turned back in shock, "Old Bai..."

The red-eyed comrade next to him hit him on the temple with a stick, and the crowd dispersed, and then Hei Ya never got up again...

Lao Bai glanced at him with a slightly indifferent expression, lit a piece of low-quality tobacco, breathed in the slightly disgusting smell of the wall, thought about it, and started to pick prizes from the corpses in the tower.

"It's okay if I smoke one before handing it over to the organization, right?"

Lingpanwei doesn't know about Heiya's death, and she doesn't care. A fighter only has ideals in his eyes, and everything else can be abandoned.

Lingpanwei can let dozens of comrades die for her in order to capture the weapons depot, and she can also ignore Black Fang's life and focus on responding to the NDRC's attack.

Lingpanwei thought for a long time under the eyes of everyone, and the quiet needle drop could be heard in the air. She walked slowly, absorbing and reflecting on the lessons learned this time.

First of all, the plan to infiltrate was very good. The liberation of the slave area and the sneak attack on the tower gave them an advantage in intelligence, geography, and overall. Comrades who had been slaves for decades could not see it mixed in the crowd.

come out!

That's right, Lingpanwei has realized that it is too dangerous to fight head-on with the behemoth of the National Development and Reform Commission. They have only occupied an area of ​​​​11. If they fight head-on and fail, not only will many people die, but they will also be forced to withdraw.

Underground market.

The narrow exit of the subway can easily be blocked, and Lingpanwei, who has been walking for 13 days, is very aware of how desolate the outside world is, so the position of resistance is destined to be here!

"Everyone, let's disperse."

Lingpan Wei's words caused the officials to burst into uproar.

She raised her hand to suppress their excitement and explained: "We can't fight head-on, so we can only disintegrate the enemy from within. Please go back to your home, persuade the people around you, and try to hide yourself

, the National Development and Reform Commission is not terrible. Please tell them that what is more terrible than death is living in a state of numbness."

A comrade said loudly: "Political Commissar Ling, what about you?"

"I'm here, with a small group of brothers, to fight them."

"no!"

"That's right, the political commissar hasn't left yet, how can we retreat!"

"Fight to the end, rather die than surrender!"

"It's not time yet." Lingpan Wei said so and sent them away forcefully.

Standing alone on this high tower, Lingpanwei heard footsteps. She turned around and saw Misha.

"Have I told you about my friend?"

"No."

"Then let me tell you about that very unusual day. It was already the third day that I went to the farm in the southwest to persuade the slaves to resist. There was no result at all. I walked home frustrated.
Chapter completed!