diskusbooks Chapter 301 Stepping into the Snow Mountain
Chapter 301 Stepping into the Snow Mountain
"Alice...this...."
“I know you are anxious, Comrade Tukhachevsna, but… our troops are ultimately the people’s troops. Now that we are here, we cannot sit idly by. No matter how the struggle in the base area goes, it is just a small dispute. How can it compare to the disaster that is facing them?”
Amidst the wind and snow, Alice looked at the soldiers lined up, then at Tukhachevsna. They all had to understand one thing: they were not a group that talked about fighting in vain; they should be a force among the people.
They are not only defending the struggle, but also the lives of the people. The perilous situation in northern Louisiana is no trivial matter. Gray Wind reminded Alice that this was the very thing that caused the United Nations of Earth to fall into crisis more than 10,000 years ago.
Hunters have to face it, but they should face more than just hunters.
"This disaster is not just about this snowfield, comrade. If they go one after another and are all wiped out, then the next force we will face will not just be us or Mike Douglas, or any other force."
Alice emphasized that if this interdimensional chaos spreads, the planet and all life on this world will be threatened again, and the survival of humanity will be out of the question.
"Moreover, the people of Qiumo Town also need help. The sweep by the United States bandits has caused them great losses. Some of our soldiers are staying here to recuperate and wait for our return. They can also help the local people and help them rebuild their lives."
"If we can accomplish such work, then our revolutionary cause will have no difficulties. Comrade Tukhachevsna, you know, we are not those utopian dreamers who only know how to argue. We must do something, for the revolution, for the people, and for ourselves. Our theory, in the final analysis, is based on practice."
"Revolution is not something that ends when we conquer a place and raise the red flag. Even if we hang capitalists and emperors, the stench of capitalism and feudalism will not disappear. The cadres we train and the order we establish cannot be implemented by you or me with a proclamation or a word. If our comrades can carry out our policies today, then they will have a way to deal with it in the future. We have fled the front lines of the civil war, but we will not be able to flee again sooner or later. We will not be satisfied with establishing our new society in a remote base area."
Alice believes that they are here in northern Louisiana today not only for the people here, but also for themselves, for an opportunity to put their beliefs into practice.
Alice remained steadfast and determined, while Rafis, standing nearby, contacted the headquarters of the Universal Stars.
“That’s right. It has been discovered that the crisis is not limited to the one that Ms. Raffarin is facing. In fact, according to calculations, only this one leak is the result of her struggle.”
"Yes, now that we have found out, we must take action. After all, our duty is to ensure the revival and survival of humanity."
"The anti-alien device for Alert II isn't finished yet? But the anti-alien fusion bomb... will it have any impact...? Oh well, let's leave it at that."
Rafis nodded, glanced at Alice, and then turned to the smart terminal, saying, "Alice, she's regained her memory... Yes, I'll give her the things right away. You know, we've always believed in her. She's not that kind of person. No, she is indeed a naive idealist, but she... she's always been taking action for it. Our job is to clear the way for her, and clear the way for troublesome people."
Rafis hung up the phone. She knew Alice, but even she, Raffarin Low, or Alicia had never seen Alice's full picture.
Her thoughts, her ideals, her beliefs, her methods... With all these in mind, she was destined to embark on a difficult and perilous path. Since she chose not to wear the crown, but to shatter it completely, what she wanted to shatter was not just the crown, but the crown in the hearts of millions, and even the crown fragments that time had repaired for her.
Rafis walked toward Alice, who stood with her hands on her hips. Even the seasoned veteran Tuhachevsna was shattered by her words.
"Alice, this is for you."
Rafis handed her the object in his arms; it was a small medal engraved with the United Nations emblem, with a network of conductors embedded deep beneath its unidentified crystal body.
"This is......."
“This is something that Ms. Raffarin Loh left for you; she said it was a gift from her hometown.”
Gray Wind drew closer, revealing a smile. The object in Alice's hand was none other than an access chip. With it, all the human facilities left behind in the galaxy would be accessible to her.
The prerequisite is that they must first escape the planet.
Alice pinned the small badge to her chest and patted Tuhachevsna on the shoulder: "The hunters have gone up the mountain, let's go!"
Tukhachevsna, exasperated, waved her hand and shouted, "Forward! People's Red Army!"
The red flag stood tall amidst the wind and snow, conspicuous like a flame in the vast white expanse. The people of Qiumo Town watched as this army marched towards the mountains, guided by several hunters. Some curious onlookers asked a few hunters who stayed behind.
The hunter simply replied, "They say they want to help hunt the strange. It's strange, outsiders are always avoided like the plague. They have an army, instead of going out to fight and seize territory, they've come here..."
Though his words were flippant, there was a hint of respect in the hunter's eyes. In the wind and snow, the red flag flew towards the mountains. Over the years, some armies had come here to levy taxes on the people, while others had come here to rest and recuperate, but no army had ever dared to challenge the mountains.
"Ready—Sing!"
"Simply because he is also a living person, a person who needs to eat!"
"He doesn't want to hear any more nonsense; that won't get him meat and bread!"
"Come on, left, two, three! Towards, left, two, three!"
"Forward in the united front of the people, for you are one too!"
"Simply because he is a living person, he doesn't want a gun pointed at his head."
"He didn't want to be trampled on by slaves, nor did he want to be ridden on by his boss!"
The songs echoed through the mountains, and the troops, who had traversed half of Colombia, remained steadfast in their resolve. They were originally composed of workers, students, and soldiers. Along the way, they relied on their own two feet and vehicles to trek, facing cannons and holding steel guns.
Tukhachevsna initially questioned why Alice insisted on establishing a dual-cadre system in the army, but Alice understood that their ideas needed to be spread not only among the leaders but also among everyone, because the People's Red Army was not only a fighter but also a vanguard of dissemination and a propaganda machine for the revolution.
Wherever they went, they represented the spread of revolution. Their existence was not merely revolutionary violence, but also the embodiment of revolution. They were warriors, disseminators of beliefs, and believers.
"Alice, the All-Star Headquarters has sent our warship, Alert II, equipped with devices suitable for handling this situation, but we still need your authorization. Alice, you are our leader, please give the order, Comrade Alice."
Alice smiled and looked at the young hunter ahead of her. Sherry was carrying a heavy bundle filled with equipment. She confidently declared that she believed her efforts would restore peace to Louisiana.
"Then, let's face our current predicament first?"
Sherry turned to look at Alice. In the snowstorm, behind this girl who looked to be about the same age as her, a long, thin line wound its way up the mountain.
She was puzzled. Alice Delalaye could have been a revered empress, a president. She was already above everyone else, and she had built a vast empire with iron and blood, with rifles and cannons.
Why would a perfectly good ruler like Amelia would choose to come to this remote place and become the leader of a group of former syndicalists?