Hear the conversations of those veterans.
Wesker suddenly felt mixed emotions.
From childhood to adulthood, the education he received told him to love the league and regard himself as a part of the league.
Don't complain about how the league treats you, but ask yourself what contribution you have made to the league.
We must have ideological awareness and a spirit of self-sacrifice.
We should sacrifice our own families and work hard to create value for the public.
Don't complain about the exploitation of big companies, don't complain about the oppression of chambers of commerce, be grateful and sing praises.
It is because of the efforts of great entrepreneurs that humans can colonize the Andromeda Nebula and survive.
People can have their own houses and their own land.
Every citizen of the alliance must unite closely around the big corporations in order to avoid the persecution of the aliens and survive in this dangerous universe.
Without big business and chambers of commerce, there would be no Wotan Alliance.
The people of the Alliance will suffer and become slaves of the aliens.
But when he grew up, he found that many things were not as they were in the books.
Every word in the book told him to love the Alliance and dedicate his life to the Alliance.
But not a single word told him what to do if the alliance didn't love him!
What if the alliance regards him as a dispensable consumable!
What should he do!
No dignity, no recognition, and no money.
Wesker doesn't want to fight.
I don't want to travel hundreds or thousands of light years to kill someone I don't even know.
He didn't know that damned Empire.
He also didn't know where the Milky Way was.
He only knew the east, west, south and north of the planet Velo.
I know that a cup of beer in the town costs five credit coins, and I know that if I pay a little more, I can get a hostess to drink with me.
His world is small.
So small that the bigwigs in the league laughed at his ignorance and short-sightedness.
But he had no choice.
As soon as he was born, he had to bear a heavy loan before he had done anything.
No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could repay those loans.
All profitable businesses have been monopolized by super corporations.
He bypassed those companies and sold his own grain for higher profits, which was illegal.
Those law enforcement officers keep an eye on any non-compliant business practices all day long.
They use violent means to require people to go to stores that require commissions, and the platforms to sell their products "legally and in compliance with regulations."
The laws of the Union are sacred and inviolable.
The debt is weighing down everyone.
Everyone tries their best to make money within the limits of the rules.
But the more he tried, the poorer Wesker found himself.
In order to earn a stable extra income, people abuse themselves at will.
For example, for an extra job of delivering goods to a certain place, the initial quote from the cargo owner is 500 credit points.
In order to earn this extra money, some people even lowered the price and only took four hundred and fifty.
The cargo owners also lowered the price again and again.
Since someone has given 450 yuan, why should he give 500 yuan
Next time, the price will be lowered again.
In the end, a job that should have earned half of that only earned 10 percent, or even less.
In addition, a share of the profits must be given to large companies.
There was very little left in the hands of those people.
Wesker went to the battlefield because he had no way to change his future.
Some people also say that maybe you can change your destiny and get a job in a big company by studying hard and going through those maddening exams.
However, that is just an unattainable dream.
The children of those senior executives have already reserved their positions in the company.
Those who had some connections had already made arrangements through their parents.
In those monopoly areas, areas that no one can question and challenge.
Putting a dog on a high floor can ensure its normal operation.
Companies don't need elites at the top.
As long as the ancestral core and database are maintained, everything will be fine.
Companies will release those hard and tiring jobs and encourage people to compete.
Those people work hard all their lives, just to be a dog that can be abandoned at will and lick a few bones.
1% of the resources are left for the bottom 99% to compete.
Those business owners watched them fighting and biting each other like dogs, and then said a few hypocritical words that people should accept their fate, learn to be a dedicated screw, and use their physical strength to make money, only then will their lives become sweeter and sweeter.
For money, women become playthings of powerful and wealthy men.
For money, men have become slaves like zombies.
Every word in every book praises peace and denigrates war.
I think anyone who supports the war is either mentally retarded or a fool.
But when war is the only way to change one's future destiny, no one will refuse war.
Wesker said goodbye to his parents and packed his bags.
He didn't want to kill anyone.
But he didn't want to endure that miserable life any longer, being suffocated by heavy debts.
He wanted to climb up and live a less tiring life.
I want to have a stable family, a partner who loves me, and a good life without debt.
The old soldiers talked for a while and then stopped talking.
Wesker kept these words in mind.
If the alliance loses, the debt will be gone.
Isn't my long-cherished wish come true
If we can’t even pay the salaries, what’s the point of fighting a war
Sacrifice for the Alliance
Go eat shit.
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The military headquarters of Planet Rick 3 is located in a giant fortress.
The military commander in charge of the planet's defense is Edwin.
An elite who holds a high position at a young age.
Edwin was born into the Demos family.
That family has a long history, dating back to the founding of the Wotan League.
The family has deep roots and extensive connections in the alliance army.
That's why Edwin was promoted so quickly and became the surface commander responsible for the defense of a planet.
After the war is over, he will be able to climb up a few more positions with this outstanding resume.
He was standing on a tower observation post at the highest point of the fortress.
The watchtower can take in everything in the fortress.
The fortress has a ring of high walls.
Each wall is extremely huge, like a towering mountain lying on the plain.
The surface of the wall is smooth and shiny, like sharp canine teeth made of metal, firmly rooted in the rock.
Different high walls are staggered to form staggered defense.
Large numbers of artillery and soldiers were patrolling back and forth.
There were also a large number of fighter jets and drones flying in the sky.
At this moment, the sun has just risen, and the soft golden sunlight makes the city walls shimmer.
An energy field like a hazy heat haze rippled in the air.
Edwin was filled with pride and confidence.
Such a majestic and indestructible wall is like a giant dam. The enemy's attack is like surging waves. It looks terrible, but will eventually crash into the wall.
What force can capture this fortress!
Unless God comes.
After examining the fortress's defenses, Edwin turned and walked away.
A military meeting was waiting for him in the command room.
By the time he walked into the command room, several generals and commanders stationed on his behalf were already in place.
A huge floating projection has also been turned on, outlining the defenses of Planet Rick 3 in the air.
Several Alliance commanders all had frowns on their faces, talking in low voices while holding data tablets.
The Alliance's military supplies were attacked by the Empire again.
There is no doubt that the Empire won.
The war funds that were supposed to arrive here three days ago were also lost in that battle.
They were in trouble.
There is no money to pay the soldiers.
"We don't have enough credits to distribute to the soldiers unless they are willing to accept only 70% of the credits." A commander swiped the data pad in his hand and said helplessly, "According to the war funds we have, if we only distribute 70%, our reserves will be enough to support us for a month."
"Then let's do it this way. Giving out 70% is better than giving out nothing. At least that way they can feel at ease and there won't be any trouble." A white-haired man said.
"Then don't pay it. Pay the senior officers' salaries in full first." A man sitting with his eyes closed said, "Tell the soldiers that their salaries will be paid once every six months."
"Will that cause problems?" said the commander who proposed distributing 70% of the troops. "The soldiers will mutiny."
"They dare!" The man slammed the table. "Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this critical moment is a traitor to the alliance and a shameless person who hands a knife to the enemy. They must be sent to a military court."
"Why not just distribute 70% of it to appease the soldiers and stabilize their morale." said a more mature military commander.
"For officers who are first to be paid, not only must the full amount be paid, but also the bonus must be included." Edwin heard the commanders' discussion and interrupted, saying domineeringly.
He is the commander-in-chief of the planet's surface and everyone has to listen to him.
He is the elite of the alliance and has insights and wisdom that others do not have.
“Why is it like this!
"Someone asked in confusion: "The army will mutiniate."
"You must satisfy the officers first before you can suppress the army. Do you understand? Those lower-level soldiers are hopelessly stupid. Without the officers' suppression and control, they will definitely cause unimaginable troubles, and there will be no way to form strong control."
"Satisfy the officers first, then talk about other things. And those officers are generally from guilds and companies, unlike those soldiers who are all from the lower classes. If you neglect those officers, even if you win, you will be punished by the military court."
As a member of the Dimos family, Edwin naturally knew what kind of people the officers at all levels were.
They are all representatives of enterprises or descendants of certain families.
Those soldiers were meant to be sacrificed, and after the war, it was unknown whether they would still be there.
At that time, their salaries and pensions can be paid together.
The soldiers generally owe money to the Chamber of Commerce, and if they are not given pensions, the case will definitely be brought to parliament.
The chambers of commerce don’t care whether the person is dead or not, but they absolutely cannot accept the money not being returned.
Even if those soldiers were alive, they wouldn't be able to say anything.
It's not that we won't give it to you, it's just that we're having financial difficulties. We'll pay you all of it after the war.
If you are not willing to make this little contribution to the Alliance, you are not even a citizen of the Alliance.
The ideological awareness is so low.
There is no sense of collectivism or self-sacrifice.
Those who maliciously demanded wages should be brought to a military court.
Those officers were different.
Behind them are all chambers of commerce and families.
If you annoy them, they will cause trouble for you in the future, making it difficult for you to carry out your work.
As the commander-in-chief on the surface, Edwin still has great authority.
At least when it comes to ground troops, he has the final say.
Everyone looked at each other and could only do as he said.
After talking about salary, they discussed another matter.
"There is a vacant position for the head of a garrison at a mining site in the western continent. Let's finalize this matter today."
"This sergeant named Code should be quite suitable. He has been in the army for more than ten years. He started from the grassroots and worked his way up to the position of company commander. He has also experienced some actual combat."
As the commanders discussed.
A man appears in the holographic projection.
He has a strong and powerful physique and eyes as sharp as an eagle.
He has short, neat hair and a few shocking scars on his face.
You can tell at first glance that he is a veteran who has been baptized by blood and fire.
Edwin took a look.
Born in the lower class, with no background.
How can such a person do a good job
"This candidate is still a little rash, and needs more experience." Edwin rejected the commander's proposal and chose his own candidate with a flick of his finger. "Look at this new captain from the Tuss family - Cole. He has been in the army for a year and a half and has already been promoted to the position of captain. Although he still can't recognize all the military equipment and has to rely on cheat sheets to recite slogans and commands, he is diligent, willing to learn, and hardworking. He is just right for the position of regiment commander. As a young man, it's a good time to gain some experience. We should also give him more opportunities."
"Of course, you can speak freely if you have any questions. We don't have a one-man show here. What matters here is democracy and convincing people with reason."
The other commanders participating in the meeting looked at each other.
The officer who had retorted to Edwin last time was now digging trenches.
It seems that they are asked to give suggestions, but in fact, whoever gives suggestions will be the one digging trenches.
Seeing that no one had any objections, Edwin nodded, signed the appointment document, handed it to the non-commissioned officer beside him, and asked him to let the young man named Cole come to see him.
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Edwin's private reception room was luxurious and magnificent.
As soon as you push the door open, you'll see a chandelier made of rare crystal, shining brightly.
The scarlet carpet was soft and covered the entire room.
Various precious works of art are also placed on the bookshelves.
There is also a command knife placed on the knife rack.
The ergonomic leather chairs allow guests to feel more relaxed than ever before.
Just by going through the reception room, Cole had a clear understanding of the financial resources of the Dimos family.
As expected, it is the alliance family that has always controlled the army.
The family's strength is so terrifying.
"Commander." Cole was very respectful.
Edwin nodded. He was very satisfied with the other party's attitude.
"I promoted you against all odds, Cole. You must perform well and live up to the reputation of the Tuss family and your father's expectations of you. For you, he did everything he could to pave the way for you."
"I understand, sir. I will do my duty and obey your orders." Cole shouted in a swearing tone.
"Our ancestors suffered so much to establish this alliance. If we don't defend it, who will? Rely on those conscienceless untouchables? Their ancestors did nothing, so they are naturally of humble status and born to suffer."
"They are unwilling to reflect and do their work properly, but only complain about our high positions and the unfairness of the world. They don't think that if their ancestors were willing to endure hardships and work hard tens of thousands of years ago, wouldn't they be able to be like us? So they shouldn't complain about us, but their ancestors. Unfortunately, few people can see this clearly."
Cole stood straight and gave an unformal Alliance military salute.
"The Gouli Alliance lives and dies, and it is our responsibility to pass on the family tradition. The descendants of the Tus family have been in the army for generations, and my generation will not let down the honor of our ancestors."
Edwin patted Cole's shoulder, becoming more and more satisfied.
This is the cornerstone of the alliance.
Just as I was about to say some more encouraging words, a shrill alarm sounded.
A flood of information poured into the fortress's command room.
The Empire is coming.
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The Flesh Tearers have their own Celestial-class warships.
But as a sinner, Seth, who had given up his position as the commander of the chapter, did not bring him out.
He chose a battleship as his flagship.
He named the battleship the Redemption.
The meaning is self-evident.
The Pathfinders defeated the Alliance forces that attempted to launch a raid on the Empire and captured a large number of Alliance soldiers.
Star maps and military information about the entire alliance were obtained from their database.
The first loot Seth chose was the Rick Galaxy.
That system is on the border of the Alliance.
There is a habitable world.
Starting from this planet, he begins his journey of redemption until the goal of one thousand planets is achieved.
After learning from the captain's communication that the fleet has entered the Rick system.
Fully armed, Seth and his men emerged from their training room and strode toward the bridge.
Two priests holding mechanical gear scepters walked on both sides of them.
The group made their way through the crowded lower deck.
Holding the censer in his hand, surrounded by the smoke from the incense, the priest prayed, blessing the hard-working crew members in the name of the Holy Emperor and the Great Emperor, and relieving their inner depression and confusion.
Walking between those bio-instrument stations.
There is always the sound of mechanical gears and energy leaping from those devices.
The redemption machine slaves, with their eyes and mouths sewn shut, were bound within those machines.
Data cables connect to programmed minds, ensuring they can keep these devices running smoothly.
Walk towards the strategic area along a wide corridor lined with sculptures of many imperial heroes on both sides.
The cry for the Holy Emperor is heard everywhere.
Even though this place is more than two million light years away from Terra, people can draw strength from these slogans.
They were genuinely excited about the prospect of serving the Holy Emperor's cause.
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When Seth entered the bridge.
The Wotan Alliance's space station at the edge of the galaxy is already crumbling.
It was an extremely huge structure.
It is built of a carbon-steel mixture and orbits the star in the Rick system in periodic flight.
It is covered with gun positions and equipped with various jamming weapons.
However, in front of the Imperial fleet, it was just a moving target.
Beams of light and missiles that illuminated the void hit the space station, creating a series of ripples on its shields.
The shield technology used by the Wotan Alliance is the same as the void shield previously used by the Empire at the same level of principle.
In terms of application, the Wotan Alliance's shields are slightly more advanced than the Empire's old-fashioned shields.
If conventional attacks are used, a large amount of energy and shells will be consumed.
And the broken shield will return to normal after a few seconds.
The Empire uses another method to destroy the Wotan Alliance's space station.
Use space bombs to bombard the space structure around the target, destroy its space continuity, and use space tension to destroy the space station.
This trick is very useful.
The space station, which was originally able to withstand bombardment for several days or even months, was torn apart by tension in the continuous space tremors.
The space station created by the Wotan Alliance seems extremely weak in the face of the rules of the universe.
Under the continuous bombardment of the Imperial fleet, the huge orbital space station was completely destroyed.
It was engulfed in continuous explosions and flames, gradually collapsing.
Torn to pieces by the constant stretching and contraction of the spatial structure.
A portion of the Wotan Alliance's warships formed a chisel attack.
But they were defeated by the empire's offensive.
The Imperial fleet soon approached the only Earth-like planet in the Reik system - Reik III.
Rick 3 is rich in a special mineral that is an important raw material for the Alliance's military industry.
To this end, the Wotan Alliance has established a complete defense system in low-Earth orbit.
Huge orbital ports are equipped with jammers and shield generators.
We cannot use space bombs to deal with these space stations like we do outside the galaxy.
If that happens, it is very likely that various natural disasters will occur on the entire planet, and the planet may even disintegrate.
The ultimate goal of the empire is to acquire planets and resources for external expansion, not simply to kill and destroy in the name of the Holy Emperor.
That's something only the Chaos God would do.
As a ruler, Guilliman would never allow his subordinates to do such a thing.
Seth presented a thousand worlds to the Holy Emperor.
Naturally, it cannot be fragmented wreckage.
Seth stared at the orbital ring of steel and diamond that surrounded the entire planet below.
Countless tiny spots emitting light covered the surface of the dark shell.
There were countless cannons, shells and spears of light whistling through the starry sky and bombarding the imperial ships.
The sheer size of the orbital station is daunting.
It's like a giant wall spanning the galaxy.
It is half a kilometer wide and half a kilometer high.
The interweaving artillery and spears of light illuminated its side.
The fragments of the Alliance ships floated in the void, forming a sharp contrast with the motionless steel tracks.
The defenses of the orbital rings are more solid than those of the space stations on the outskirts of the system.
If the Empire wants to seize this world without destroying the planet, there are not many ways it can use.
Seth disdained any other method.
"Order the fleet to concentrate fire, smash a hole in the enemy's shield, and have all battle brothers prepare to teleport. We will dedicate this world to the Holy Emperor."
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"Anyone who dares to hold a weapon in front of you is an enemy and does not need any forgiveness."
Seth looked at his battle-brothers.
Everyone admits that he is guilty.
They had come so close to failing the Holy Emperor, a sin that could only be cleansed in blood and fire.
The priest put the oath paper on them and the servant gave them the final check.
When the news came from the captain.
The priest and the servitor left from the transport deck.
After a coordinated salvo from the Imperial fleet, the defensive shield of the orbital ring was penetrated.
The transmission beam also lit up.
It emitted a flash of light.
When the Flesh Tearers opened their eyes again, they had already landed on a huge platform.
The Alliance warriors showed astonishment on their faces.
"Killing time, for the Holy Emperor, for the Holy Blood." Seth roared, using a huge chainsaw sword with subatomic cutting power.
The chainsaw sword made a deafening roar.
The first Alliance warrior was chopped into pieces before he could react.
The scene was extremely horrific, the armor was sawed open, the flesh was torn apart, and the intestines and blood flowed out together.
Other Flesh Tearers also pulled the trigger.
Blast the soldier closest to them into a pile of minced meat.
Soldiers of the Wotan Alliance were blown to pieces by the explosives, with their limbs severed.
Blood smeared every surface.
Seth advanced with a roar, fighting in the name of the Holy Emperor.
Slash with his chainsword and blast with his bolter bombs.
The dead were torn into pieces, their intestines flying out.
An Alliance warrior rushed towards him, screaming in anger and fear.
Seth dodged the opponent's attack easily, grabbed the opponent's face, and stabbed the chainsaw sword in his hand into the opponent's chest.
Pull out the opponent's internal organs.
The teeth whistled as they bit through armor, flesh, and bone.
The Alliance warrior screamed and was filled with agony until he died.
Alliance mechanical forces rushed from the corridor and launched an attack on the invading Flesh Tearers.
The mechanical troops use power armor made with ancient technology.
The defense of each set of power armor is incredibly terrifying.
It is powered by a reactor and is equipped with individual shields and various powerful weapons.
It would be difficult to defeat these mechanical troops by using long-range bombardment.
Their personal shields make them immune to most attacks.
These enemies can only be truly eliminated by using melee weapons to bite through their armor and tear apart the biochemical prostheses implanted in their bodies.
Seth fought hard among the mechanical troops, tearing a path through the enemy's army to the core area of the orbital ring.
His battle-brothers followed closely at his side.
The spider-web-like corridors were connected, and the enemies came from all directions like a tide, but were smashed to pieces by the empire's offensive.
The defenders became increasingly desperate.
No matter what they did, they could hardly hinder the Empire's offensive.
Seth's helmet sensor indicated that they were approaching the orbital ring's command center.
If it were captured, the orbital ring's defense forces and artillery would be thrown into chaos.
Even the shield will be lowered.
That would be a catastrophe for the army of the Wotan Alliance.
Alliance soldiers built a defense line with armor.
The melta cannons and laser cannons were all activated, waiting for the trigger to be pulled to shoot out beams of light powerful enough to melt and pierce through steel.
At the first sight of the Imperial troops, the defending forces opened fire.
The passage was filled with gushing shells and bullets, and an endless halo of light lit up the walls on both sides.
However, in front of the Flesh Tearer, such defense is useless.
They used their teleportation ability to bypass the firepower and appeared directly behind the enemy. The weapons in their hands easily tore the soldiers of the Wotan Alliance into pieces.
This process is repeated over and over again.
Any line of defense is meaningless.
The Flesh Tearers marched forward.
Countless dark gray and scarlet corpses were left behind.
With screams and cries, the last line of defense fell.
Seth and others crossed the defense line filled with splattered blood and broken corpses and walked into the command center of the orbital ring.
The first thing that caught my eye was the tall and wide dome with pale blue arcs jumping on the top.
A giant cylindrical platform stands beneath the dome.
The platform is densely packed with computing engines like a string of beads.
The sharp sound of energy transmission can be heard from time to time.
Heavy cables formed an intricate network above the platform, the end of which disappeared into the armored passage.
The suspended drones hummed, releasing red beams that scanned the massive computing engine database.
Hundreds of Wotan Alliance warriors have gathered around the platform.
They used armor and defensive materials to build an intricate defensive trench on the open floor.
When Seth and others walked into the hall, the melta cannons, chain machine guns, multi-barreled laser cannons, and weapons in the hands of the Alliance warriors all opened fire.
The destructive light instantly filled the entire hall.
Such a defense would be meaningless to the Empire.
Before the attacks could reach him, Seth entered the veil between reality and illusion, reappearing in the enemy's position.
With a swing of the chainsword in his hand, he cut the Alliance soldier operating the machine gun into two pieces, even the machine gun that was spewing flames.
The other Flesh Tearers employed the same tactic.
The screams and horrified cries echoed throughout the room and even reached the corridor outside.
Those Alliance warriors met their end in horror.
Watching those damned demons of hell tear everything apart and turn the huge command center into purgatory.
The surviving soldiers were so terrified that they dropped their weapons and fled.
Fear spread quickly through the orbital ring like a plague.
After the fall of the first command center, errors occurred in the artillery coordination and shielding of the orbital ring.
The Imperial fleet seized the opportunity and transported a large number of troops to the orbital ring for a final purge.
Once the wave of destruction begins to spread, it cannot be stopped.
Blood flows from one control point to the next.
Seen from the ground, the orbital rings look like they are infected by some rapidly eating disease.
The burning flames spread and diffused quickly from one node to another.
After the orbital ring was declared fallen.
The Empire's fighter planes roared down from the sky, passing through the atmosphere, planning to seize air supremacy over the planet Rek III.
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Standing on the city wall, Wesker could see the bright light emerging in the sky.
That was the fire from the orbital ring falling.
Only a few days have passed since the alarm was sounded.
From the destruction of the first space station outside the galaxy to the fall of the orbital ring and the appearance of imperial fighters, the speed was so fast that people could not react.
Realizing the strength of the empire, the command made a prompt decision to defend the fortress first and withdraw all the troops to garrison.
Under Edwin's leadership, many Alliance generals swore to fight the Empire to the end.
As long as the fortress is there, we will never surrender.
The reason why the Alliance generals are so courageous is partly due to the Empire's side.
The empire sentenced all surrendered generals to death.
The death of Sage Kren made the imperial high-ranking officials extremely angry.
The indiscriminate massacre of civilians and the lower classes was something that the Holy Emperor would not allow.
For this reason, they can only vent their anger on the top leaders of the alliance.
So far, most of the surrendered alliance leaders have been executed.
Of course, there are political considerations involved.
The war has already begun.
A peaceful alliance was no longer possible.
Even if the Wotan Alliance surrenders now, their hearts are still filled with hatred.
It will become an unstable factor in the future.
Just like those nobles at the beginning of the imperial reform.
They will complain that the Empire has taken away their power.
Constantly trying to challenge the Holy Emperor's reforms.
They would do anything that would harm the interests of mankind just to prove that the reforms of the Holy Emperor were wrong.
In order to rule the Andromeda Nebula smoothly and successfully and integrate the local human bloodline branches into the empire, the original alliance must be completely destroyed.
Those families, companies, parliamentarians, etc. that have influence, wealth and power must all be destroyed using the most violent means.
Only through complete destruction can a new imperial order be rebuilt from the ruins.
It made no difference whether Edwin and the others surrendered or not.
They are all going to die.
The top leaders of the alliance are all ready to face death and would rather die than surrender.
Wesker and other big soldiers are not so determined.
Soldiers like them who are temporarily recruited are destined to be cannon fodder.
The reason why they are not afraid of death is money.
It’s hard to work hard now that the promised salary hasn’t been paid.
You didn't even give me the money I promised you, but I'm willing to risk my life!
Sell it for a good price.
"We have to change the way we live." Code looked at the brothers in the company, "It's useless for you to continue to work hard. They don't pay us, and we don't get any benefits. They just throw us a deadly job to do."
Code has worked for the Alliance for more than ten years and has suffered seven or eight injuries that almost cost him his life.
He only managed to get a position as a company commander.
A few days ago, I thought I could fill the gap and get another promotion.
As a result, another young man was airdropped.
That bastard had to look at a cheat sheet before he could recite the army slogans and couldn't even recognize all the light, medium and heavy vehicles, and yet he became the regiment commander.
Just because that young boy has a background!
Just because she is born beautiful!
Cord felt like a joke.
He shed blood and tears for the alliance, rolled among the dead countless times, but he couldn't even get a wife to warm his bed.
That's the result!
Wesker didn't say anything, but sadness also emerged in his heart.
If he fails to repay his loan on time, he will be punished, and the penalty interest will be more terrifying than the principal.
When the land is taken away, a large sum of money will be owed.
By that time, when he dies, the pension he receives may not be able to make up for that amount.
Then what’s the point of him risking his life
"Then we won't work for them anymore," said a soldier.
"Yes, why?"
"Fuck the Alliance."
"Eat shit, I don't care about them."
Looking at the excited crowd, with weapons tightly clenched in their hands, Code revealed a cruel smile.
He wasn't the only one who was dissatisfied.
The alliance's long history of corruption has angered many people.
A position that you can't get even if you risk your life for it, can be obtained by others just by relying on their birth.
Dissatisfaction was growing in the hearts of those people.
Unfortunately, there was no chance before because the alliance was too large, and all kinds of cutting-edge technologies were in the hands of companies and chambers of commerce. Those who wanted to resist them often ended up in a miserable state.
The arrival of the empire gave them an opportunity.
No matter what the empire looks like, as long as the top leaders of the alliance die, the alliance will be in chaos.
Chaos represents opportunity.
"Go, kill them," Code shouted.
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The Kod Company riot was just the tip of the iceberg.
Many dissatisfied people can become the source of rebellion with just a little provocation.
Taking up arms against the empire will result in death.
Surrender early and there is still a chance of survival.
It's not worth it to fight against those monsters like the devil of hell with such a small salary.
It would be better to kill the top leaders of the alliance.
How bad can it be if you lose? The worst that can happen is that it's all over.
If you win, you can clear your debts, take revenge, and settle grievances.
The sturdy fortress was turned into a sea of fire during the riot before it was attacked by the empire.
The soldiers who did not receive their pay were already very resentful, and the strength of the empire made them feel that the Alliance was maliciously sending them to their deaths.
You have taken all the benefits for yourself.
Let me go and die!
How can this world be so unreasonable!
During the riot, the headquarters was also attacked.
Countless soldiers who wanted to kill the commander rushed over, wanting to bite the bastard who withheld their wages to death.
"Traitor, despicable traitor, do you know what you are doing?" Edwin, who was hiding in the headquarters, screamed angrily. There were some officers and guards holding weapons around him. "Where is your loyalty? The Alliance gave birth to you and raised you, but you defected to the foreign enemy. You are so selfish and so ungrateful. You are really as ruthless as a wolf and a dog, worse than an animal."
It was unknown who among the soldiers surrounding the headquarters responded to his words.
"Sir, we have to endure hardships for our descendants, otherwise they will complain that our ancestors did not endure hardships."
The fall of the headquarters was inevitable.
It was like a spark thrown onto a dry grassland, quickly igniting a fire.
The rioting group was too large.
In the end, all the soldiers joined the riot.
They even pointed the guns of the heavy vehicles used for city defense at the headquarters.
Edwin and his men were forced to give up resistance and walk out.
Code quickly led his men to occupy the command center.
He immediately asked technical experts to send a message of surrender to the empire.