John cheerily led Feng Yi all the way to the central assembly camp, calling out for the elder from a distance...

By now dusk fell, and there were many bonfires set up at the center of the camp. Through the firelight, Feng Yi could clearly see people's faces flickering in the dark. Some were repairing equipment, others were doing some farm work, and the young men repeatedly practiced their dull fighting movements with military daggers...

"John, what's the fuss about." Amid John's shouts, an elderly man with silvery hair came out from the camp. The old man looked rather scholarly, he took a few glances at Feng Yi and said, "May I ask who this young friend is...?"

Feng Yi then briefly explained his intention, emphasizing the situation of the Sand Army. Currently, the eastern front of the Sand Army was being restrained by the Diya Alliance, which was a considerable relief for the surviving resistance army. Especially in the Bermuda Star River, the originally chaotic border was now suddenly infiltrated by Bergheide, which further destabilized things.

Although Saudi and Bergheide seemingly had an alliance, Saudis were also cautious of Bergheide. In the face of this super empire, Saudi would not consider the resistance army as a real opponent. With the right timing and constant growth of this armed force, it was possible to liberate Mardis.

The elder nodded and then shook his head. After a long silence, he sighed: "Young man, I believe in your stance, and have never doubted your determination, but the course of a war will not change simply by the arrival of hundreds or thousands of people. Have you seen those children, women, and elderly people here? If we allow these young men to fall, what would their futures hold?"

"Elder, your excuses don't even convince yourself."

"Don't even convince myself?"

"Yes, temporary comfort will not change the future, nor will it change the current situation. They can't even have a decent meal, waiting here will only lead to decay and withering, like a walking corpse slowly withering after losing hope. Surely, if this is the level of your resistance faith, it's not the result you desire."

"I hope that everyone can have a better life. It is because the idea of resistance has never wavered, that everyone has persevered until now," the elder shook his head, "But what are we using? Automatic rifles and only a few old models. The imperial soldiers have weapons far more technologically advanced than ours and ample logistical support. You have no idea how brutal this war is, these few thousand people cannot change the battlefield. You'd better leave——John, see the guest out."

John watched the tension rise between the two and tried to say something but was cut off by Feng Yi's stern voice: "What a joke! In the end, it's just a grand excuse for your cowardice. A spark can start a huge fire. If we are fighting for our faith, for freedom, we have nothing to fear, not even high mountains and steep hills. I am willing to fight in a foreign land with only my own strength, yet this reliable force is not being used properly. Besides, our equipment won't be outdated compared to these imperial soldiers."

"Wha... What did you say? Absolutely impossible!" the elder cut him off. "The gap between our equipment is too huge."

"I will make the impossible possible. Just follow me."

Feng Yi led them all to the open area of the camp. With a flick of his wrist, the Space Crystal flickered a few times. In an instant, more than thirty well-maintained mecha of the Empire appeared. Some models were as new as KIV7, only a few years old. Some were covered in dust, but overall, they were far superior to the rusty equipment at the resistance camp.

John swallowed hard, completely captivated by the life-like mecha. His heated gaze was like that of a virgin seeing a naked woman.

The elder was momentarily stupefied, unable to utter a word. His long face almost looked like a rotten egg could be shoved into it. The whole camp had only a few half-broken old mecha. Who would have thought Feng Yi could produce so many? It was no wonder he spoke so confidently. The elder was undoubtedly the most knowledgeable and experienced man in the whole camp, but the joy in his face could not be masked despite his calm demeanor.

"Brother - ahem, young friend, these pieces of equipment are..."

"As you see, it's not too difficult for me to capture a few imperial mecha. Besides, I also have some necessary supplies that everyone needs." As he spoke, Feng Yi casually took out various foods from the Space Crystal as if he had become the leader of the secret camp.

The food included pork, beef, rice, canned food, various vegetables, compressed biscuits, and indispensable table salt. These things were very scarce for the resistance forces, especially salt and meat - some people might not have eaten them for a year. This was a supply run Feng Yi made into the nearby city after observing the situation for a few days. Although the Sand Army was very strict, it was a small kiss to Feng Yi.

Where could they have seen these things before? They'd consider themselves lucky to get a sip of soup usually, but now even the unflappable elder began to swallow when he saw a cart full of food...

What Feng Yi could guarantee was that the resistance army would not be inferior when facing the imperial soldiers. Moreover, everyone would ride a mecha, but this would take time and the acquisition of more mecha to train.

After some inner struggle, the elder finally closed his eyes and agreed to let Feng Yi take the lead of the resistance team. In the past, dozens or hundreds of soldiers could barely capture an imperial soldier, so what was there to be dissatisfied about? At least on this day, the rebel camp saw hope.

That night, each soldier was given an average of two pounds of beef, considering they had to fight after all. Women, the elderly, and children were each given a pound of pork. Rice was served in abundance, and it came with soup.

At the same time, the elder announced a piece of news that invigorated everyone. From then on, Feng Yi would be in charge of the team. Feng Yi's status was a special Sword Holder, with authority comparable to a federal general, and he held the final say. From now on, everyone would have their own human rights, have their own new nationality, become a regular military force of the Federation, and enjoy the rights and benefits of federal citizens.

Is this true? The sudden news spread among the crowd like a bolt from the blue... Who would have thought that these people, oppressed by the Empire, would have the opportunity to become legal citizens of the Federation one day? God has not abandoned them, it seemed. The gloomy camp suddenly became lively and animated.

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