Two strong men carrying the banner of the Rebel Army walked at the front.
A large, angry crowd followed the direction of the banner, marching mightily under the cover of night.
Wooden sticks, daggers, kitchen knives...
The weapons held by these members of the Rebel Army were of all sorts.
After all, there weren't enough firearms, so it was impossible to equip everyone, forcing most of the Rebel Army members to make do with improvised weapons.
Yet compared to their rudimentary equipment, the gaze of the Rebel Army was resolute.
With so many comrades together, in an emotional state, even death was not something to fear.
Along the way, those searching for a way out, voluntarily or forcibly, were mostly swept into the ranks of the Rebel Army.
As a result, the already large Rebel Army grew even more massive.
Noticing the tide turning, the athlete and the woman subtly slowed their pace, falling to the back of the group.
