Chapter 1072: Chapter 346: Army Revolution_3

David and the others stood up, while the others leisurely sat on the bed watching the newcomers.

The person glanced at the other six people with a flippant air.

Tiger Claw Gang, Sixth Street Gang, Vortex Gang...

What’s so great about them?

I used to belong to the Chaotic Blade Association, did all kinds of killings and arson, didn’t I?

And yet, wasn’t I put in my place?

"I’m your Lieutenant Clint, I’m giving you half an hour to choose a squad leader and a committee representative. Then change into your uniforms and assemble on the playground."

Clint had spent half a year at the hydroponic farm, discovering that the fully automated cornfields there were completely different from what he saw in Mewtwo, and he was very disappointed.

Technology has destroyed the pastoral dream, that’s what it is.

But it also fulfilled a wish, and after releasing it, he picked up his old trade, went back to study at the Military Engineering Academy for six months, and now he’s come out to be a platoon leader.

In three months, turning this bunch from their current state into qualified soldiers is impossible without using some technology and strict methods.

As for the election, there’s almost nothing to say. Mann’s physique and that body of cybernetics destined no one dared to vie for the squad leader position with him, much less considering his long stint in Night City, these gang members all heard Mann’s reputation to some extent.

As for the committee member, since Mann was sitting next to David, no one dared to speak until Mann gave David a push, and it naturally followed.

The following week, there wasn’t much training, it was all about cybernetic modifications, which everyone had to undergo.

Because the existence of cybernetics made physical training burdensome, some people who had arm modifications could easily do pull-ups, those with leg modifications could run much faster than those without, and the gap was significant.

How do you make them train together under such circumstances?

Therefore, for soldiers from all countries and companies, if conditions permit, they will standardize the modification of soldiers’ limbs and lungs, and Horizon Corporation is no exception.

Compared to other companies, Horizon Corporation had an additional modification surgery — nerve modulator.

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If one asked what the greatest revolution in the world was.

Some would say the October Revolution, because the October Revolution brought about the Soviet Union with a sound of cannon fire.

Some would say the Industrial Revolution, because it initiated modernization.

Some would say the Declaration of Independence, because it created America’s manifest destiny.

Some would say the founding of New China, because it dragged a country and its people, decaying for a hundred years, out of the mire and made them stand on the world stage again.

But compared to that revolution, all other significant moments in history seem dim.

The history of all humanity, like Louis XVI, is split into two segments by this revolution.

And its name is — the French Revolution.

It is the only revolution in the entire world to be adorned with the word ’Great’, something that speaks volumes.

If the Renaissance and the Enlightenment were dreams before the end of night, then the French Revolution was humankind’s dawn, ready to greet the light.

From that day onwards, liberty, equality, fraternity, democracy, and the republic were no longer just political ideas and slogans; they were etched into the monument of human history, driving countless people to madness, even to sacrifice their lives.

When David opened his eyes again, he saw a bright afternoon, surrounded by sharp-roofed buildings made of stone bricks, and a grand royal castle in the city center in the distance.

The castle’s resplendent stained glass shimmered like jewels under the sunlight.

In a mysterious way, David seemed to know where he was.

France. Paris

The time is 1789

He also knew who he was

A small citizen of the streets of Paris

Jean Valjean

France!

Paris!

This city is renowned even within the European Community as a grand metropolis.

If Europe was a crown, then Paris was undoubtedly the most dazzling jewel on that crown.

Even three hundred years ago, this city exuded a luxurious and classical literary air.

(Because of Mewtwo’s editor’s heavy artistic alterations throughout the matter, it’s inconsistent with historical facts)

Having grown up immersed in the culture of Night City, David’s attitude towards Europe can naturally be imagined.

A heaven on earth.

Stacking every beautiful adjective would not be too excessive.

Needless to say for the other fresh recruits.

Their ecstasy and excitement upon learning basic information about this place after entering Mewtwo were more intense than taking drugs.

There’s no need for an additional work of the regulator, they were eager to immerse themselves fully.

They excitedly took a step forward

Slosh

The wet, slightly familiar sensation underfoot made them pause.

Looking down

Shit!

How could there be shit on the streets of Paris?

Isn’t this supposed to be heaven on earth?

Even three hundred years ago, didn’t television, articles, and newspapers all claim this was the birthplace of world culture, that hundreds of years ago, everyone was obsessed with aristocratic etiquette, spoke softly, walked on tiptoe so as not to disturb others?

And the unique stench of fermented excrement in the air made them think they had arrived at the dirtiest slum in Night City.

It’s okay; it’s all fake!

This is all fake; the real Paris wouldn’t be like this!

There should be streets paved with gold, lampposts adorned with gems, the air filled with sweet fragrance, everyone courteous and understanding of art, extremely noble!

The sudden sound of rapid hoofbeats and the crack of a whip startled David, and he hurriedly dodged to the roadside, but the whip still landed on him, and his back burned with pain.

"Get out of the way, you bunch of country bumpkins!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

Four or five noble lords on horseback galloped past him, their faces full of smugness.

David wasn’t the only one whipped; there were many common civilian pedestrians, but no one dared to say a word.

David looked at the backs of those noble lords. In a daze, he seemed to see those corporate executives who wouldn’t be held accountable for killing in the streets.

This Dragon Field army is going to fight in Cuba against the local forces.

In the future, it might even have to contend with the European Community people.

For Lin Miao, breaking their illusion of Europe and reshaping their worldview was more important than weapons and cybernetics.