"The coalition government has given us generous military pay, glamorous uniforms, and has given us a respectable identity. Yes, for all this, we can fight bravely on the battlefield! In order to defend our civilization and homeland, we have vowed to fight the Platons to the death. But now, I want to ask you-"

Felix's voice penetrated the silent air, as shocked as thunder, and stirred in the huge venue. "—Can we turn the gun and point it at our people? Can we shoot at the weakest and most helpless lives, those orphans and widows who are merely trying to ask for what they deserve?!"

His words were like fire, igniting the hidden emotions deep in the soldiers' hearts.

For a moment, there were commotions in the originally solemn venue. The soldiers thought that the commander-in-chief's mobilization was to quell the riots in the War Department, but now, their beliefs were shattered by loud questions.

"Soldiers!" Felix suddenly raised his voice, his eyes sharp as a knife, sweeping over the rows of erect figures in front of him. "Can you raise guns to the relatives of the soldiers who fought side by side with you and sacrificed their lives for Gaia? Can you really harden your heart, pull the trigger, and kill the parents, brothers, and even wives and children of those veterans?!"

After a brief silence, his voice sounded again, like the tides of the sea hitting everyone's hearts one after another: "Now! Open your face armor and let me see your faces! Let me see what Gaia's Guardian looks like!"

His commands were spread throughout every corner through special sound effects devices, loud and powerful, with irresistible majesty. The soldiers hesitated for a moment and finally began to open their face armor one after another, revealing young faces - they were warriors from various personal tribes of Gaia, with different skin colors and characteristics, but each pair of eyes showed confusion and struggle.

Felix took a deep breath, took a step forward, and his fingers slashed through the air, "Look at each other's faces! This is Gaia's guardian! Can you really shoot at the relatives of the soldiers who also devoted themselves to Gaia? Those people are just seeking justice for the deceased relatives and dignity for themselves to survive! They are not enemies!"

Before he finished speaking, some soldiers lowered their heads and unconsciously held their weapons with their hands. More people began to whisper, and their originally cold and hard eyes were gradually replaced by pain and struggle.

"Soldiers!" He shouted for the last time, with a thunderous anger and a deep affection like the ocean. "Can you still bear to shoot at the orphans of those compatriots? Those elderly parents and children who cry, they are not enemies, but your family! They are the flesh and blood of Gaia's compatriots!"

"cannot!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded from a corner of the crowd, like a thunder thunder, bursting in the dead air. Then, more sounds rose one after another, gathering into a huge wave of shouts.

"No! We can't!"

"No! No!"

"No! We can't do it! General!"

The soldiers' voices came one after another, and finally turned into a deafening torrent, venting their long-depressed conscience and anger. At this time, Felix stood at a high place, looking down at all, his eyes firm and solemn, suppressing the smile that he would not twitch his lips unconsciously.

He knew that the fire of the mutiny had been ignited.

"Felix, are you crazy?"

A sudden angrily shouted broke the passionate atmosphere at the scene. An Asian major general among the senior generals shouted loudly, his face flushed, like a bomb that could explode at any time. His fingers trembled at Felix, his voice full of fear and anger.

"Suppression is the highest order of the General Staff!" He almost roared, his voice trembling slightly because of the tension. "If we disobey, we will be listed as rebels! Don't fan the flames here! We all have old men and young men, which is maintaining the order of Gaia! How can we let those rioters occupy the War Department? Wouldn't that subvert the government? You are crazy!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his waving arms seemed to try to find a sense of security for himself. He turned around and looked at other senior generals, trying to find support: "We are just a fleet of troops, hitting stones with eggs! You all know what the consequences of disobeying orders! Each of us has ten heads that are not enough to cut!"

Felix did not turn his head, but just glanced slightly and glanced at the squadron commander who had just joined the First Fleet with a cold and contemptuous look.

When the most passionate mutiny was about to incite, these rebukes were like cold water toppings, which made the supreme commander of the First Fleet sweat in an instant. His slightly curly hair was wet with sweat and pressed against his beautiful head, but he still had a cold look and an expression like iron. His broad chest was aroused by the anger of despair.

"Order? What kind of order is this?!"

His blood was boiling, his voice was as loud as thunder. He clenched his hands and swung his fists and shouted loudly to the soldiers in the audience: "What kind of order do we have now?!... Is it because the soldier's widow sells his body to raise the orphans, and the veterans who bleed and sacrificed for Gaia, and finally starve to death on the street like dirty wild dogs? It's because the soldiers' parents lost their flesh and blood, and they were crying, and finally fell under our guns? Soldiers! Are you fighting for such order?!"

"No!"

"No! We will never!"

"no way!"

Felix's passionate speech triggered a roar, like the most surging tide or the most intense flame, swept across the chests of the soldiers in the audience, and the soldiers were as angry as being lit by explosives.

"No! This is not order! The ancient order has long collapsed! Now, only sins are rampant on the ground! Under the name of order!"

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the audience kept shouting, almost overshadowing the speech of the general who spread out with audio equipment, igniting a rage. Every word of Felix was like a blade, piercing into their chests, lifting up the layer of confusion and anger hidden under the steel discipline.

They shouted, their breathing became rapid, and the confusion on their faces was gradually replaced - it was anger, unwillingness, and awakening!

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of laser light passed through the eyebrows of the major general who had been frightened to the point of trembling. Felix suddenly pulled out his miniature gun and fired accurately. With a splash of brain matter, the opponents fell heavily on the stage. Blood gushed out from his head and spread on the podium into a shocking pool of red.

"Soldiers! It's time for us to decide our destiny!" He raised his gun with his right hand high, and there was no slight wavering on his face, but only a kind of determination without hesitation. A kind of light emanated from his body, and his dark and handsome face was stained with a few splattered blood spots, as if he was the ancient legendary god of revenge.
Chapter completed!