21: City-wide criticism and denunciation meeting, anti-colonial speeches, everyone participates!

What Tula Suo found strange was that the car was incredibly quiet as it drove forward.

There was no one to be seen on the streets.

Businesses were also closed.

The windows of the high-rise residential buildings were all shut.

It was as if no one was home, or as if everyone was hiding.

Could it be that these people had implemented a curfew?

But if there was a curfew, there were hardly any patrols on the streets.

However, as the vehicle advanced towards the city center, Tula Suo vaguely heard shouts from a certain direction ahead.

And finally, there were people on both sides of the street.

They were men wearing red headscarves and casual clothes, not like soldiers, but each carrying an automatic rifle.

Judging by their skin tone, they looked very much like Indigenous people.

Tula Suo's heart sank.

Finally, the car arrived at the largest plaza in the city center.

The plaza was packed with people, dense and numerous.

Their number was immeasurable, and there was even an illusion that the entire city's population had gathered here.

And countless people were shouting slogans, some holding banners, waving flags and cheering, and singing loudly.

In short, it was as chaotic as could be.

Of course, there were also many people who seemed to be swept up in the crowd.

They neither shouted nor yelled, looking numbly or fearfully at the somewhat frenzied crowd around them, wanting to escape but not daring to.

Since the vehicle had stopped and did not continue forward, Tula Suo did not see more details within the crowd.

He was in the car, on the periphery of the crowd, like an observer, and couldn't help but ask Fang Le, who was in the same car: "What's going on? Why are so many people gathered?"

Fang Le did not answer, but instead said: "Just watch quietly."

"The show is about to begin."

As Fang Le said the show was about to begin, changes occurred on the scene.

Someone in the plaza suddenly fired a gun into the air, and then the crowd gradually quieted down.

And everyone looked forward, specifically to the very center of the plaza.

In the very center, a temporary stage had been set up.

This stage was about three or four meters high, with a wide and long platform, and after the crowd quieted down, a person walked up the steps.

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Tula Suo in the car cried out in surprise:

"Mazza Ha?!"

Mazza Ha, one of the core high-ranking members of the Indigenous Party, is only in his early 30s, belonging to the younger, more vigorous faction.

He was originally Tula Suo's most capable subordinate.

If the Indigenous Party were divided into factional lineages, the former party leader Moe Water belonged to the moderate faction, and the deputy party leader Tula Suo himself was a radical.

And Mazza Ha was definitely an extremist.

Normally, if Mazza Ha hadn't been suppressed by him and allowed to do as he pleased, the Indigenous Party would have long become an extremist party.

Fang Le bringing him here and letting him watch Mazza Ha go on stage indicated that Fang Le had already teamed up with Mazza Ha before Tula Suo.

Tula Suo's heart sank completely.

He had a very bad premonition.

Sure enough, when Mazza Ha went on stage, his first words were:

"Fellow countrymen, citizens, today, Darwin City, has finally welcomed the day of liberation—"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, countless people below the stage cheered wildly.

The cheers were suppressed, and Mazza Ha continued: "Since the Anglo-Saxons discovered this land more than two hundred years ago, it has suffered from the scourge of colonialism."

"They released large numbers of prisoners here, treating it as a place to take whatever they wanted, a place to punish criminals."

"But what this brought to us Indigenous people was utter disaster."

"Can you believe it? Before the arrival of the colonists, our total Indigenous population was over 700,000, but now, more than two hundred years later, our total population has not increased but decreased."

"And the Australia government superficially respects us, setting up what they call Indigenous reserves for us, but in reality, it's just a disguised policy of racial segregation. Our reserves are in undeveloped areas, and we have long been unable to escape poverty."

"Is it laughable? We, the earliest masters, have been usurped by invaders!"

"How many of you still remember the names of your ancestors?"

"Today, even Indigenous people largely use names defined by the Anglo-Saxon invaders."

"They not only destroyed the bodies of our ancestors but also weakened our culture; they occupied our homeland but treated us as outsiders!"

"Not to mention these historical original sins."

"In recent days, many tragedies have occurred successively in Darwin City."

"From our 16-year-old blooming girl being defiled by a drunk U.S. Military soldier, to the esteemed former Indigenous Party leader Moe Water being shamelessly attacked and killed by a white supremacist, to the Indigenous Party's party congress being shot at by several U.S. Military soldiers, and then to the U.S. military base killing hundreds of our protesting compatriots!"

"Can we not avenge these accumulated blood debts?"

"Of course not, we must repay blood debts with blood—"

At this moment, the crowd below the stage, led by someone, loudly shouted: "Blood for blood, blood for blood—"

The shouts shook the heavens.

Tula Suo in the car was silent.

Although Mazza Ha's speech deliberately incited hatred and was biased.

But in the latter half, the blood debts he had personally experienced or witnessed were indeed undeniable.

After heating up the atmosphere on the scene, Mazza Ha again raised his hand to quiet the crowd's shouts and continued: "Unfortunately, some hatreds are already difficult for us to avenge."

"That shameless scoundrel who defiled our girl has been transferred to the Australia capital region, and we temporarily cannot bring him to justice."

"The white man Anthony who killed leader Moe Water has already shot himself."

"But, we have captured the U.S. military base and taken many U.S. Military soldiers prisoner, which is a great victory for us!"

With this sentence, the cheers from below the stage grew even louder.

Because a large number of people below the stage had personally participated in the assault and occupation of the U.S. military base last night.

Mazza Ha once again brought the crowd's frenzy to a halt, deliberately raising his voice to state: "Not only that, but we have also made significant progress in terms of revenge."

"We have already captured those notoriously evil U.S. military base soldiers who massacred the party congress delegates!"

"Bring them up—"

Mazza Ha finished speaking.

Several Indigenous-skinned soldiers carrying guns brought several white-skinned and black-skinned men in camouflage uniforms onto the stage.