The Revolutionary Army's battle silenced some people in the chatroom.
In terms of numbers and combat strength alone, these revolutionaries weren't considered strong in the eyes of many in the chatroom, and could even be described as weak.
But the awareness and conviction they displayed left everyone stunned.
Remember, these people were just trash in the garbage dump two months ago.
What was the level of the residents of the garbage dump?
They were living corpses deprived of their human rights and devoid of spirit by the capital.
They were castoffs, not just by the capital, but also by the border towns.
They were even worse than the border town thugs, at least the thugs still had spirit, they relied on rebellion, on fighting and brawling, to jump out of the garbage dump and reach the border town.
Yet it was this group of walking corpses who could be considered trash both physically and mentally.
Who, in just two months, became an army that fought with fearless determination.
Looking at them, even Kaido couldn't help but acknowledge their awareness.
No one would doubt that, with such conviction, they would fight to the last man.
"Such soldiers, is this the power of ideological belief?"
Zeff was completely stunned.
He could tell, at the very beginning, that most of the soldiers had awareness.
But when they were truly in combat, when no one retreated at the end.
When even the injured soldiers lying on the ground shouted out their unwavering determination, Zeff was truly shaken.
He saw with his own eyes how a group of trash, in just two months, became the kind of soldiers he admired most.
From trash to soldiers, to fighting against pirates.
Zeff suddenly thought of Z, the child who at the very beginning, most purely, protected the people and upheld justice.
From when did his justice become the maintenance of the World Government's interests?
From when did his heart fill with resentment, wanting to destroy the New World after leaving the Navy?
"It's so ugly, Zeff, the will of your current Z."
Perhaps because his body was repaired, the resentment in Zeff's heart subsided a bit.
Allowing him to return to his true heart in this moment, to reclaim his true self.
"Revolutionary Army, the ideology of the proletariat."
Zeff no longer had that radical desire to destroy the world.
He wanted to pursue true justice, like his child self.
The Navy was not true justice, in the revolutionary army from another world, Zeff saw the most simple things.
The most simple, the most precious, the things that make people fight with all their hearts to protect.
"Revolution, only revolution."
Zeff smiled, a smile of relief.
A sincere smile, no longer clouded by the anger and resentment in his heart.
In this moment, he was truly Z.
"Teacher, what's wrong? You seem so happy."
Seeing her teacher so happy, Ain smiled and asked.
"I found justice again, what could be happier than that?"
Zeff laughed out loud.
All the depression he had been carrying since his wife and children were killed seemed to dissipate along with this hearty laughter.
Z, truly reborn, not physically, but mentally.
"This is the Revolutionary Army under ideological armament."
On Kamabakka Kingdom, Dragon exclaimed excitedly.
It seems that these people, because they don't want to return to their past lives, have unleashed a terrifying will.
But Dragon could see.
The most important thing is the ideological education they have received.
People will naturally shrink back out of fear, death is always the biggest fear for humans.
These people, who were already corrupted once, were not afraid in the face of death.
That simple ideological education had a big role to play.
It subtly erased the muddiness and corruption in these people's hearts, making them vibrant and energetic.
Moreover, Dragon could assert.
As the ideology deepens, the conviction that these soldiers can unleash will become even more terrifying.
It will even create miracles beyond imagination.
The experience was truly worth it, for Dragon.
This was better than any reward.
For the Revolutionary Army, everything that Roja currently teaches is the most precious treasure.
【The battle ended with a complete victory for the Revolutionary Army, even the third-in-command pirate with a bounty of five million was beaten down by the righteous crowd】
【In this battle, over ten of the one hundred Revolutionary Army soldiers were seriously injured, over twenty were slightly injured, and none died】
【Because Fujitora was guarding by the side。】
【Roja wouldn't say that he kept Fujitora from intervening just to show the cruelty of war, and let a few people die, he wouldn't do that】
【These soldiers are living people, Roja wouldn't treat them like firewood thrown into the fire of so-called cruelty】
【He would only use his strength to avoid unnecessary deaths】
【There are more than ten pirates left alive, the Revolutionary Army soldiers tied them up】
【Roja will bring these vicious pirates back to the camp, and let them, along with their vice-captain, be executed in front of the people】
【Time flew by and four months passed】
【In four months, the camp has entered a virtuous cycle, the piles of garbage mountains have been cleared and transformed into fertile fields】
【The first camp near Colbur Mountain Range has been surrounded by thick fences】
【The farmland reclaimed from the garbage mountain has already yielded a harvest, the climate conditions and land of Goa Kingdom are no joke】
【There is a high-yield crop here that can almost achieve three harvests a year, which is why the Goa Kingdom's nobles have many nobles but no shortage of food】
【At this point, all the people from Uncertain Object Terminal have gathered in the camp】
【After statistics, the number is about the same as Roja's previous estimate, over five thousand six hundred people】
【Among them, nearly two thousand people followed Fujitora to train and learn fighting skills, forming a powerful force】
【The original two hundred Revolutionary Army soldiers have been promoted to cadres by Roja, responsible for the daily training and ideological education of their respective squads】
【At this point, it has been half a year since Roja established the camp】
【If you look down from the sky, the Uncertain Object Terminal, which was once filled with mountains of garbage, now resembles a harmonious village, with farmland, residential buildings, and a well-designed layout】
【And from the perspective of the capital, you can still see the garbage mountains that block the line of sight】
【Maybe the thugs of the border town will be confused, the stench from the Uncertain Object Terminal is getting weaker】
【Roja specifically asked the residents of the camp not to clean up the garbage station near the city wall】
【Leaving it to block the arrogant gaze of the nobles in the city, gaining more time to develop peacefully】
【Facts have proven that his decision was correct, the garbage mountains on the outskirts have obscured the changes here, the nobles and commoners are unlikely to set foot here】
【So they can't see the amazing changes here】