I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 326 The Meeting in Portland

"Route 77 has been completely captured! This is the 2nd Cavalry Division! Route 77 has been completely captured! We need any possible support, repeat, we need any support, anything!"

"Enemy tanks have broken through the blockade! Can anyone hear me? Enemy tanks!"

Urgent voices echoed on the radio channels, reverberating aboard the USS Vigil II, a warship that had already intercepted the California military's radio channels and located them using radio positioning equipment.

"Tomahawk missiles have been launched."

Relying on its onboard C4I command system, the People's Red Army launched a fierce and rapid offensive, while the battle zones controlled by various regional patrol ships were very clear, and the jamming equipment operated at full power.

The missile streaked across the sky, passing through a column of T-72B3 tanks advancing along Highway 77, through the raging wreckage of tanks, and through corpses. A red flag was planted high at the checkpoint, and soldiers guided the tanks forward.

The convoy slowly drove into Portland, a city that had changed hands overnight. All the California troops who had persisted in resisting had been driven out or eliminated, and the city’s working class, which made up 70 percent of the city, had become a staunch supporter of the West Columbia Revolutionary Front.

The Alert II aircraft entered the skies over Portland and headed towards the airship dock on the outskirts of the city. It eventually locked itself into the dock's hydraulic locks. The red flag was already flying high above this facility that once belonged to the company. The workers had established the "Lockheed Commune," and the industrial management model under it had been completely transformed into a worker self-governance model. The bottom-up power structure had initially changed the oppressive management style of the past.

"Wait, who is that?"

A ground crew member suddenly spotted a figure. The pure white figure stood out brightly amidst the steel and sweat, as if the sunlight was shining on her. Many eyes turned to that figure.

"Alice de la Leigh".

"Wait, is it Alice?"

Those in the know nodded, then looked at her. She was so radiant; Alice Delalaye stood right in front of them.

"One of the committee members of the Revolutionary Front of West Colombia, Alice de la Lere, buddy, she..."

Before the insider could finish speaking, the figure stepped down the gangway, and the crowd involuntarily gathered around. Alice Delalaye, the creator of everything, was the one who led the country to its present state. The steel that now stands on the earth is all her origin.

As for her, people are full of discussion about her. What kind of person was she? Was she a cruel and ruthless tyrant? Or a leader who waged war with iron will? Or a passionate reformer? Or someone who wholeheartedly cared for the people?

Alice certainly saw the group of people in front of her, people covered in sweat and dirt. Alice nodded.

"Good job, comrades."

Alice knew that it was these workers, these workers who were looked down upon by others, who were the core of the world's progress, and she reached out her hand to one of them.

"Thank you for your hard work, comrade worker."

"Of course, of course, Lady Alice, you are Lady Alice?"

"Alice de la Leah, of course, that's me."

"Have you come to lead us out of the enslavement of those despicable rich people?"

Alice looked into his eyes, blinked, and golden light shimmered in his blood-red pupils: "Comrade, of course not. We are not here to lead. You, together with us, will resist the rule of those despicable parasites. From now on, workers, peasants, all those who work with their own hands will no longer be regarded as lowly inferiors. All working proletarians will become the masters of this world!"

Her voice was soft, but her words were so powerful.

"We workers have power!"

"Yes! We workers have power!"

"We workers are powerful! We're busy working every single day!"

Hey! Busy with work every day! Skyscrapers have been built! Railways and coal mines have been constructed!

"The transformation has changed the world!"

A workers' song rang out joyfully. Alice looked at the workers, took the red flag, and the crowd cheered as they marched down the main road.

A young worker looked at Alice and nodded. Despite being an elf, he had black hair; his parents were a dark elf and a continental elf, making him a half-elf.

"Xiao Wang! Xiao Wang!"

His coworkers called out to him, and he hesitated for a moment. The young man wearing a work cap looked at his coworkers and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The People's Red Army is recruiting. A few of us are planning to join. Do you want to come with us?"

The young worker, known as Xiao Wang, looked at his coworkers and said, "Let's go, let's go together."

The young worker glanced at Alice one last time, then hurried after his coworkers toward the recruitment station. Alice was one of the leaders of their little revolution. The news spread like wildfire throughout the liberated area.

"As we have said, revolution is not a one-man show. Even I, Alice Delalaye, am just a small, relatively bright supporting actor in this torrent. The real protagonists of the revolution, without a doubt, were, are, and will continue to be the vast majority of our working proletariat."

Alice's words to the broad masses of workers' and peasants' revolutionary organs spread throughout the country and were quickly disseminated to the whole world by international journalists.

Alice Delalaye is back. It really is her, the great woman from ten years ago. She's back, bringing with her the Red Torrent.

The whole of Portland, Montana, Louisiana, and even the labor unions were thrilled. In their minds, Alice was like an invincible myth, a dazzling idol.

The news spread like wildfire, and reporters flocked to Portland to try and find out if it was true. But soon, those reporters met Alice, that Alice.

In the Portland factory, Alice Delalaye was standing on a platform prepared for her by the workers. She smiled and stepped onto it.

"Comrades! My fellow working-class comrades, I, Alice Delalaye, am delighted to see you, and I am honored to be here in your great factory, standing among our great working comrades."

Alice was wearing a worn-out shirt and trousers, with a tweed coat draped over her shoulders, and an octagonal hat on her twin ponytails. The workers around her were clapping and watching Alice de la Leah.

Alice opened her arms and waved to signal quiet; she was greeting the workers.

"The proletarian base was surrounded by the enemy."

Alice told the workers about the current situation; they needed to know the current state of affairs. Alice knew there was nothing to hide.

"The forces against the workers' and peasants' regime attacked like flames, burning from one end to the other."

"These anti-worker and peasant revolutionary offensives are supported and funded by the money of the bourgeoisie all over the world, and are organized by the California bourgeoisie, the Colombian military government, the reactionaries of South Colombia and the Glenorda militarism behind them."