Doctor, I'm really strong!

This statement elevates one to the level of a global citizen, drawing applause from many liberal journalists.

Liu Jiuli said with satisfaction, "That's wonderful. It seems that Colombia is only one step away from ultimate communism. I really want to congratulate Colombia. I wonder when you will complete the final revolution?"

"We in Colombia are not a country ruled by violence and dictatorship," Ofar said solemnly.

Liu Jiuli immediately retorted: "Bilal's Bierlaou certainly doesn't think so."

Ofar's face almost turned as black as the bottom of a pot. No matter how thick-skinned he was, this was a dark history that Colombia could not hide.

Birrau translates to "live burial," where the Colombian colonial army buried over three million people alive. Because the Colombian army needed combat goods to reward soldiers, the scalps of all these corpses were peeled off. The locals called the place "Camis da Huatra," meaning "the lair of the scalp-peeling demons."

Of course, there were Bolivar's journalists present. They naturally knew that such a tragedy had occurred in their homeland. Those who did not know would be informed by him. In an instant, everyone's expression changed. All of President Ofar's previous performance and efforts were instantly in vain.

Ofar immediately changed the subject: "We are discussing the future of Terra."

Liu Jiuli nodded: "I agree with your point of view, so now I want to ask everyone a question: Fellow proletarians around the world, is your life now better than it was in the past?"

The question seemed a bit odd, but someone still answered, "Yes, we're doing better than before."

At this moment, people in front of the television or radio, especially those who were proletarians, began to think about whether their lives were better than before. Most of them came to the same conclusion: it was indeed so.

After a brief pause, Liu Jiuli continued, "Why didn't your lives change like this before? Why have your bosses, your masters, and your superiors become more humane lately? Have you ever thought about this question?"

"If I told you that they are all kind and gentle people who have decided to return to their original intentions, would you believe me?"

The audience burst into laughter, clearly indicating that none of the proletarians, and even some vested interests, believed this statement.

"Then why did they change?"

Yes, why did they change? Everyone started to think about it.

Then some astute individuals noticed that these changes seemed to have occurred after the establishment of the community.

President O'Fahr had already realized that the situation was dire, but he was powerless to stop it.

With emotions running high, Liu Jiuli finally spoke: "The reason those who possess the fruits of the proletariat's labor are now so sentimental is because they will die if they don't do so. There's a knife to their throats, telling them that if they don't act like human beings, they will die. The name of this knife is Community! Terra People's Community!"

"We have proven that societies without exploiters can function better; we have proven that nations with only the people can be greater; we have proven that our existence can make the world a gentler place!"

"Next, these hypocritical exploiters will build schools and hospitals for you, improve your welfare, and open up certain upward mobility channels. This is not because they have become better, but because there is a country in this world where the people are the masters, a country that fights for the well-being of the proletariat, and it is the homeland of all the proletariat. This country is the Terra People's Community!"

"Workers of the world, unite! The world belongs to us!"

The meeting erupted in applause that lasted for a long time, and many people spontaneously sang the Internationale, leaving the representatives from various countries looking grim and in a difficult position.

At this moment, Liu Jiuli walked towards President Ofar with a smile, and the latter immediately sensed danger.

It's a huge danger; although it might not kill you, it's definitely worse than death. You'd better run away immediately.

But he can't just open the door now. What about Colombia's national dignity? What about the dignity of the free world? If he wants to uphold the banner of freedom, he must be prepared to do so. He has to hold on, even if it means forcing himself. He can't be cowardly at a time like this.

So Ofar still wore a proper smile and was glad that he was dressed in a suit and tie, instead of just wearing casual clothes for convenience, so that even if his shirt was soaked with sweat, it wouldn't be visible from the outside.

"President Orfar, what are your plans for dealing with the proletariat in Colombia next?"

"Chairman Liu Jiuli is really humorous. We will not use violence against our own people."

"So you're going to use non-violent means to dismantle them, right? Divide them, win them over, and let the lower classes fight amongst themselves. You're planning to completely divide each ethnic group according to labels such as gender, race, age, hobbies, and political leanings, making it impossible for them to unite, turning them into a disorganized mess, leaving them without organization or discipline. That way, you only need to sacrifice the order at the bottom, and you can sit back and relax."

"It would be best to implement electoral politics. The current Colombian president serves a ten-year term, which is too long. A four-year term would be much better. This way, the fools at the bottom would feel that their votes are useful, and they could also vent their frustrations every four years. This would be a pressure relief valve for Colombian politics."

"You can also promote entertainment, instill short, fast-paced, hormone-fueled movies in the public, and if all else fails, legalize them. There are plenty of ways to corrupt people; it's very easy to ruin a person, and a ruined person naturally cannot become your enemy."

"If none of these work, you will join forces with Rheintech to create a deadly virus and disrupt the entire world. Since you can't catch up with the advanced, you will drag everyone down to the same level as you. Building is difficult, but destroying is easy. As long as it is not in your interests, you will overturn the whole thing. This is Columbia's way of survival, or rather, this is the way of survival that you have inherited."

After Liu Jiuli's words, President O'Farrell was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't understand why Colombia's national policies would be suddenly exposed. These were all classified information. Why were their secrets leaked? Who was the traitor?

Because he was overworked and didn't react in time, President O'Fahr's expression in front of the cameras looked like that of someone with dementia, which directly led to the headline on the front page of Colombian news the next day being "Is our president demented?"

This is a common tactic. Are we really going to follow Liu Jiuli's lead and discuss how our own government deals with its people?

What a joke! We must immediately divert public attention through entertaining entertainment. If it can be used, even the president pulling down his pants pocket is usable. This is nothing.

President Ofar, whose mind was now completely confused, disregarded diplomatic protocol and turned to leave.

Liu Jiuli didn't stop him. In any case, through the live broadcast camera, President Ofar's embarrassment had already become a laughing stock all over the world.

But that wasn't all. Liu Jiuli looked at the reporters' live-stream cameras and asked one last question meaningfully.

"Fellow proletarians of the world, how do your governments treat you?"

Section 316: A New Enemy

(Where are everyone's comments? (?ω?))

The debate at the exhibition booth was a turning point for Terra. Though it seemed insignificant, everyone realized that the Community wouldn't simply consider Terra too large to coexist with other feudal and capitalist nations. It would stride forward into unprecedented territories, and then…

Smash the old order.

Perhaps it's too early to talk about these things now, but many people know that the community is serious, and as long as Liu Jiuli is still in that position, it will definitely be serious.

Northern Terra, Community Reconnaissance Force

The team, personally led by Patriot, has ventured 500 kilometers into the far north, where the climate has become extremely unstable. Gale-force winds and bitter cold are the constant themes. Without the full set of cold-weather protection provided by the community, venturing into the far north would be a dead end, a result proven by countless predecessors.

"It's an unimaginable sight."

Patriot glanced at his smartwatch, which showed that the ambient temperature was -98 degrees Celsius.

Here, the temperature hovers around minus 100 degrees Celsius year-round. If the measures to keep warm are not adequate, a person can die from hypothermia within minutes.

Along the way, attacks from evil forces had become commonplace, but Patriot and his team had come in a land-based ship. The Type 59, modified to withstand extreme cold, could easily ignore the cold air currents outside, keeping the temperature inside the ship at the most comfortable level. However, this modification came at a price: firepower was sacrificed. Forget about the latest 280mm triple main guns or 210mm triple main guns; at most, they could use triple 155mm guns as a consolation prize.

However, more remote-controlled turrets were deployed around it to supplement close-range firepower, and the armor was strengthened, the tracks were widened, and the engine power was increased. The latest Worker-5 engine was used on this modified version, which improved its passability in muddy environments. It also deployed anti-gravity Originium technology, which allows the land-based ship to float and move in the air for a short time. This technology comes from the Liaoning aircraft carrier at the Seed Base.

When going out, they wear full-body sealed power armor.

This powered armor, which resembles the sergeant's armor, is now standard issue for the community. It is powered by pure Originium and can ensure that the user does not have to worry about hypothermia for a month in extremely cold conditions. The auxiliary power system increases the load capacity of a single soldier to more than five tons. So every time they are deployed, they are covered in gear, or followed by spider walking robots that can carry a large standard container, and can be equipped with multiple containers.

Considering the need for mobility in complex terrain, the reconnaissance troops are also equipped with "Sickle Mechs".

It sounds like a weapon from Red Alert 3, but its design is not Soviet at all; on the contrary, it's very futuristic. It looks like a grasshopper, with two 30mm autocannons on its head and a 105mm cannon on top. It can be equipped with mine deployment devices or 107mm rocket launchers on both sides. It can perform hopping maneuvers, but while the grasshopper jumps using its rear and wings, the scythe mech relies on the combined movement of its six legs.

There are three such land-based ships, 50 scythe mechs (which can be stacked), a bunch of other individual weapons in addition to research equipment, and even a small industrial station (a miniature all-purpose factory) that can produce weapons and ammunition (the all-purpose factories are connected by a special energy and material transmission network for resource sharing), so that the reconnaissance troops have no worries about supplies.

In addition, they can call for reinforcements; loitering munitions and cruise missiles are available at any time. If all else fails, there are ballistic missiles; a distance of only 500 kilometers is easily covered by a slightly modified Scud missile.

With such abundant martial virtue, the journey was smooth sailing, and the patriot gradually grew to like the feeling of being bombarded with comments no matter what he saw.

It reduced soldier casualties, boosted morale, and ensured that the country was always ready to fight. Living in such a powerful country, even being a soldier is a pleasant experience.

There's no need to worry about soldiers lacking the will to fight. In fact, the community has plenty of training methods to cultivate soldiers' courage. The high-intensity simulated battlefield after the deployment of Originium Arts is enough to make soldiers believe that this is a real battlefield, and all human reactions can be displayed. The excellent ones stay, the mediocre ones are transferred to the militia, and the completely unsuitable ones are advised to leave.

Some people are born warriors, while others are simply not suited to be warriors.

The current community allows everyone to make their own choices, putting the most suitable person in the most suitable position.

If it's a war of national annihilation, then there's nothing we can do. We're all soldiers, and Liu Jiuli will personally lead the charge. No one is an exception. Let's fight with all our might for our country.

"General, the latest analysis results are in."

The accompanying researchers presented their latest findings report.

These people are not so easy to find. Because it is a reconnaissance mission deep behind enemy lines, these researchers are all soldiers with certain research talents. After a period of intensive training, they mastered basic data analysis and sample collection, and then set off with the reconnaissance troops. Under normal circumstances, those top researchers in the laboratory would not appear in dangerous environments.

After all, non-professionals can easily cause trouble, especially on the battlefield. If a shell hits by chance, deploying a thousand guards won't help.

Therefore, it can only be handled by the technical personnel in the military.

Patriot nodded after reading the report. He hadn't understood these things before, but after more than three months, he should be able to understand some of them and grasp some of the data. He would just glance at it and report it to his superiors.

The actual analysis is handled by the back office, and as for the method of transporting samples, it is of course handled by drones.

High-altitude drones can fly up to the stratosphere, ensuring that samples can be safely delivered to research institutions.

"Demon spotted at one o'clock!"

Such unexpected situations are common. This area is already the core activity zone of the evil forces, and there are as many enemies as they want. Reconnaissance drones cannot guarantee that they will take off on time every day for reconnaissance. After all, strong winds and blizzards often rage, and quadcopter drones are under great pressure.

Therefore, it is normal to find evil spirits within a kilometer in bad weather.

The turrets rotated, and the cannons roared—this was standard procedure. Although the firepower of these Type 59 mortars had weakened, the enemy's strength hadn't increased much. The 155mm shells were still heavy artillery shells, and their power was quite terrifying. For individual soldiers, this was a divine weapon to scatter their ashes after death.

Do not underestimate the power of modern weapons. Moreover, the Community's shells are made of silver explosives (the finished product is silver-white) mixed with Originium crystals. For the same weight, the explosive power is more than five times that of TNT.

Therefore, the 155mm shell, once fired, has the equivalent power of a 280mm or even 305mm shell from World War II.

The enemy was stunned by the shrapnel and shockwave from the explosion, and many fell to the ground, but some survivors still rushed toward the reconnaissance troops.

At this moment, the Patriots, who were observing the battlefield through cameras, discovered the problem.

Compared to the previous enemies, these new enemies are clearly more complete and have distinct non-human outlines; they look...

Just like the legendary centaurs.

Good heavens, has this demon evolved into a legendary creature?

"Shieldbearers, step forward and follow me to capture the target."

This kind of enemy, which has obviously never appeared before, is of great research value, so Patriot decided to take matters into his own hands and capture a sample.

Another point is that after acquiring the new equipment, Patriots didn't fight a proper battle. The enemies were too weak; they couldn't even get close to the reconnaissance units. Those who managed to get close were riddled with bullets by machine guns.

But this time the enemy is a bit more formidable, and it's a new species. Compared to the weaklings of the past, they are worth the Patriots' attention, so it's time to dust off their new armor.

Compared to other powered armors, Patriot's powered armor is huge and heavy, and is a special model that cannot be equipped by human beings. Even when Patriot himself puts it on, he has to do so through a special assembly compartment, just like Iron Man putting on his armor.

When Patriot appeared, fully equipped with his custom-designed powered armor, everyone felt an immense sense of oppression.

After all, it was specially prepared for him, a veteran, so it naturally needed to be enhanced in every way.

While maintaining mobility, it also enhances both output and defense. Originium Arts inscriptions cover every piece of armor. Patriot's unique Originium Arts can be activated through the Originium Arts Integration Pack on his back. Imagine how terrifying a big dad with various buffs and three layers of shields would be.

After moving around a bit and confirming there were no abnormalities, Patriot commanded with an air of authority: "Move out!"

Section 317: Inside Guards and Shield Guards

(These are truly turbulent times lately, ε=('ο｀))) Sigh)

Metals collide, explosions spread, and smoke fills the air—this is the battlefield.

The patriot was used to this place; today, he returned to the battlefield.

The demon's attack quickly closed in, but as soon as it saw Patriot, it was impaled on the ground by the Originium Arts-enhanced Power Halberd.