"Leaving Winterhold?" While others were still digesting this heavy news, Quentin had already frowned and asked about the situation, "Is it because of the undercover traitor?"
"Well." Seeing that everyone was disappointed, Verak couldn't help but sigh, "Undercover, the list of traitors is only available within the 'Scavenger' who specializes in destroying us, but we can't break in at all, nor can we use other means.
Steal the list. Rather than stalemate here, it is better to cultivate strength elsewhere."
Vladislav said with a sullen face: "Deputy station chief Comrade Dai Qian, just to obtain the list, infiltrated the department that was in contact with the scavengers, and was eventually exposed and sacrificed."
"Don't we have any other way?" Stuart thought about how he could show off his talents here, and thought about how he would grow up in the difficult situation, but he never thought that before he could develop any of his strengths, the sub-station would be broken again and again.
Frustrated, it's time to evacuate Winterhold.
"If we can't break in, should we attack the leader of this organization directly?" Connie tried to think of a way.
"The leader of the scavengers is called Maxim, and he is a ruthless character. He can prevent various departments from our intrusion, so he must have considered the situation in which we attack him." Verak patiently vetoed the feasibility of the plan, "We are against
It is unrealistic for him to act."
Oscar also wanted to help: "Then can we--"
"We have already thought about or tried all of the things you mentioned." Vladislav took a deep breath, interrupted Oscar's speech, and interrupted other people's useless thoughts of coming up with plans. "I hope everyone understands,
We did not make the decision to evacuate haphazardly, this was the last road we had to take."
"Yes." Verak said.
The cubicle fell silent.
They are all talented people who are one in a hundred and have high hopes from the comrades who came to Zein. However, the head-on blow from reality makes them no longer able to immerse themselves in those expectations and rhetoric.
The cruel situation they have to face is: no help at all, no change in the situation, and they can only evacuate.
"I know this decision is difficult for people to accept." Verak said, "We are here to support the sub-station, but it has been almost a month since we came and we still haven't done anything decent."
"This is normal." Quentin was relieved quickly.
"Yes, no matter how good life is, it can never be smooth sailing, let alone the road we are taking on revolution." Verak responded, "Everyone should face it with a normal heart. All we have to do is to withdraw.
, do it all over again.”
"Then the mission here..." Oscar finally did something he was good at, and was a little reluctant to give up here easily.
Verak went straight to the point: "This is the purpose of my meeting with you. The overall evacuation work will probably take ten days, which means that if you insist on performing your mission here before the evacuation, then your mission is expected to be completed.
. But now you are faced with another choice, which is to abandon Peace Street, use the next ten days, and head to Shilling City to help the sub-station reorganize its strength so as to return to Winterfort as soon as possible."
"Shouldn't you decide this?" Quentin asked.
"You have made a lot of preparations for the struggle on Peace Street. I don't want to erase your efforts these days with just one sentence." Verak wanted to lead everyone away tactfully.
Naturally, the importance of Heping Street cannot be compared with that of the sub-station as a whole. If everyone went to rebuild the sub-station earlier and the sub-station came back earlier, Heping Street would also benefit.
Quentin immediately understood what Verak meant: "So you prefer that we give up here and go to Shiling City to build a sub-station first."
"Yes."
"I trust your judgment. If you suggest that we go to Shiling City first, then we will go to Shiling City." Quentin simply supported Verak's decision.
"Just leave. Anyway, no matter what choice we make, it is all to liberate Bash and let the Bash people live a good life. Falling on Heping Street is the difference between changing earlier and changing later."
Stuart was also very open-minded.
"I listen to you."
"I also listen to you."
Oscar and Connie followed the arrangement unconditionally.
"Okay, then I will rush you to Shiling City." Verak was very pleased, "Comrade Clark, I will go and solve it tomorrow."
Quentin was also about to ask Clark what to do when he broke into the patrol team: "Okay, then we will hand over the work to the people in Heping Street tomorrow and terminate the mission."
Verak said: "Pay attention to safety and stabilize those who have been in contact. We will be back after a while."
"clear."
"That's it. Thank you all for your hard work. We will finish everything that needs to be solved tomorrow. We are expected to set off one after another the day after tomorrow." Verak apologized.
As the current top leader of the branch, he is considered by Boyin to be the person most capable of changing Bash, and he is under much greater pressure than others.
It's been a month, and not only has there been no progress, but there has been a lot of regression, which made him doubt himself for a moment.
Can I lead the people of the Bashi branch to a successful revolution?
Will the tragedy of Dunman Station happen again? Everyone fell down before even reaching that step?
Fortunately, these are just fleeting thoughts.
Whether it is possible or not, who can tell it before it happens?
The only thing that is certain, known, and unchangeable now is that he is here. As the top leader of the branch, he will lead everyone to turn the situation around and turn the tide.
All that was left for him was to be determined and work hard.
"Let's all go and have a rest." After everything was said, Verak asked everyone to take a rest and get up early tomorrow to make use of their time.
Several people who had originally gathered together to discuss the follow-up tasks, but because the task was shelved and had nothing to do, they all left the cubicle to rest.
"Aren't you leaving?" Vladislav stood still at the door of the cubicle and looked at Verak, who remained motionless in the cubicle.
"I'll be alone for a while." Verak waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry about it.
"...Okay." Vladislav closed the door and left.
Being alone in a confined space, the quiet atmosphere quickly calmed Verak's heart.
He lit a cigarette and while smoking, he thought about the future direction of the sub-station.
Is Winterhold a place that must be captured? And is it a place that must be captured first?
Before today, this was a consensus that no one questioned.
Winterfort is the capital of Bash. Now Bash is at war with Welland and other countries, and its energy is being restrained a lot. If Winterfort can be overthrown at this opportunity, the entire Bash will be affected.
It can be said that taking Winterhold has lifted the foundation of Bash's old power.
This is a quick and easy way to comprehensively change Bashmu.
But the reason why a shortcut is a shortcut is not only because it is fast, but also because it makes sense.
Winterfort spared no effort to suppress the revolutionary forces, so that they did not dare to show up at all, and no citizens dared to respond to them. Coupled with serious problems such as infiltration, this road was almost blocked, and there was no shortcut.
.
When Verak proposed evacuating Winterhold, he actually had half a sentence left.
He wanted to include Bash among the last places to be taken.
Instead of struggling to open up Winterhold, we should surround Bash and swallow it with absolute superiority.
Putting your heart first and making the final change is contrary to the collective understanding of the branch, but Verak vaguely believes that this is the fastest and safest way.
"call……"
After puffing out puff after puff of smoke, Verak made a rather courageous decision - to overthrow the entire layout of the Bash branch and start over.
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late at night
Winterfort, the heavily guarded residence of Maxim, the head of the 'Scavengers'
A man wearing a black hood was escorted in by two soldiers. After a rigorous search, he was finally sent to the living room.
"Mr. Maxim." The soldier escorted the hooded man to the sofa and sat down.
"You guys get out." The tough man with a beard and short black hair tilted his head slightly and ordered the two soldiers to leave. Then he crossed his legs and looked at the man in the hood opposite with a half-smile, "Take it off."
The reserved man took off his hood, unable to hide his nervousness, and said respectfully: "Mr. Maxim."
"Is this your first time coming to my mansion?" Maxim looked around his magnificent living room.
"yes……"
"Tell me, how did you get out of here?"
"They have all gone to Heping Street, and I am the only one left at the site. It happens that I have important information to report to you, so I came here in person."
"What happened? Cosmo." Maxim asked, squinting his eyes.
Cozmo, the director of the Bash branch of the International Alliance of Equality, who was less than two meters away from him, rubbed his hands and swallowed: "Verak believes that it is difficult to get rid of undercover agents at present, and the environment in Winterfort has also seriously hindered the development of the branch.
So I proposed to withdraw from Winterfort and take the comrades back to Shilling City. I tried to stop it, but because Vladislav and Arseny both agreed, I could only agree temporarily."
"Ha." Maxim snorted coldly and said scornfully, "I thought that Verak's coming to Winterfort would cause such a big disturbance. After fighting for a long time, he could only escape in disgrace."
"When do you plan to wipe out all the International Equality Alliance branches?" Cosmo asked.
"Now that we have cooperated with the International Equality Alliance, we killed these people as soon as we came up. It's a bit embarrassing." Maxim took the initiative to lean forward, poured two glasses of wine, and pushed one of them to Cosmo.
Cozmo quickly picked it up with both hands: "Don't Laizeyin's side admit that they are connected with the sub-station here? If we get rid of them, Laizeyin's side won't be able to say anything, right?"
"That's what you say, but there are too many uncertainties in doing it. Since we have time, there is no need to rush to take risks and affect the overall situation, right?" Maxim took a leisurely sip of wine.
"Yes..." Beads of sweat broke out on Cozmo's head, "The problem is that after they leave Winterfort, the situation will be difficult to control."
"When do they plan to leave?"
"Verak hopes that the sooner the better, but there is a lot of work to be arranged for the evacuation. I took it all on myself, so that it can be delayed for at least ten days." The real purpose of Cozmo's personal work is to delay time.
"That's enough." Maxim said, "Within ten days, we will win the war with Welland and Bresci."
Cozmo couldn't help lowering his voice: "Is the battle over the Sinevelen Sea coming to an end soon?"
Maxim smiled confidently: "Wellland, the Brexi coalition is on the verge of collapse, and withdrawal is a matter of the blink of an eye."
"That's good..." Cosmo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your hard work during this time." Maxim raised his glass, "It's not easy to pretend to be a conscientious webmaster, isn't it?"
"No, no..." These words made Cosmo's face feel hot and painful.
The Bash branch of the International Equality Alliance has reached this point because of his deliberate efforts.
Before the branch station merged with the Workers' Mutual Aid Association, Maxim personally took people to Shiling City to secretly track their traces, and then found an opportunity to meet him alone and coerce and induce him.
Confronting Maxim made Cozmo feel a deep sense of powerlessness. After realizing that his life and death depended on the other's thoughts, he betrayed the organization and the revolution, becoming Maxim's biggest secret chess.
As for Maxim, he learned from Cozmo that Boyin intended to merge the branch station with the Workers' Mutual Aid Association in order to expand his strength and invade Winterfort. He deliberately left the Workers' Mutual Aid Association and placed a large number of scavengers in it.
, and then after the workers' mutual aid association merged with the sub-station, they wreaked havoc and severely damaged them, easily causing them to lose the ability to plan new actions.
Then, Maxim continued to patiently control Cozmo, and let Cozmo continue to hang on to the half-dead substation.
In his eyes, the half-dead International Equality Alliance is the best International Equality Alliance.
If they are left alone, Winterhold will fall into chaos. Once they are eliminated, it won't be long before a new organization emerges.
Only by allowing them to exist and be unable to do anything can the stability of Winterhold be achieved.
"What did they do in Peace Street?"
"Verak wanted to organize the new comrades to plan the follow-up development. Vladislav and Arseny felt that staying here could not help me much, so they went with them."
Maxim thought thoughtfully: "Didn't they notice something?"
"This is definitely not the case. No matter how suspicious they are, they can never doubt me." Cozmo acted as a qualified webmaster in front of Verak and others. He was confident that he would not leak any clues.
"That's good. Is there anything else you want to report?"
"No, I think you know very well about Brexi's affairs."
"Well. You go back, delay as much time as possible, and keep these people in Winterfort. Once the war is over and we win, there is no need to cooperate with the International Equality Alliance, and we will completely eliminate them." Maxi
Mu is sure of winning, "When the time comes, I will fulfill all my promises to you."
"Thank you." Cosmo thanked him.
"Come here." Maxim said without talking nonsense to Cozmo and directly raised his voice.
The two soldiers guarding the door of the living room quickly walked in after hearing the sound, and Cozmo had already put his hood back on before they came in.