In front of a warehouse, a group of new recruits stood weapon in hand, confronting a large group of people.
"What exactly do you want to do, this is rebellion. Think carefully, there is still a chance to leave now, but if you dare to attack, you will be treated as rebels."
At the front, a young general shouted loudly, his arm trembling somewhat.
It was not fear, but the previous battle that had left his arm somewhat powerless now.
"Hank, you have made your achievements and become a commoner, but we are still slaves, and we too want freedom."
Many behind him shouted loudly, each one incredibly fervent, their eyes red. Seeing this scene, Hank's mouth began to tremble; these people had gone mad.
"Don't you know that with your job, in one more year you could become commoners?
"But that's still a year, we still have to endure a year of humiliation, why should we?"
"Humiliation? Think about it, is your life really that humiliating now?"