"Two years ago, I came to Lycaeus, and the brothers and sisters of The Saviour Camp took me in. When the leader led me to wipe out the criminals who attacked our camp, he gave me a task. He told me to visit various camps on Lycaeus and then answer his question: what was the life of miners in other camps on this planet like? This is also why I was able to meet all of you teachers. In these two years, I have personally investigated not only the mining camps, but also the High Tower, and even Kiavahr."
"During these two years of traveling, I gradually found my answer. Not long ago, I gave a formal reply to the leader: I want to lead the miners on Lycaeus to launch an uprising, completely overthrow the rule of the High Tower, and let the miners on Lycaeus become their own masters! This is also the reason for gathering everyone here." Corax walked under the spotlight and explained the situation and his decision to all the gathered camp leaders.
"An uprising, but the situation in all the camps is too bad right now. We simply can't resist the weapons in the overseers' hands," Giovanni said. Although he was angry at the increasingly absurd exchange rates at the supply station, clashing directly with the High Tower in the current situation would undoubtedly be a death wish.
"That's right, isn't Corax a bit too eager?" The camp leaders all advised him.
"Everyone, I know what you are worried about. This goal will not change. Now is not the time for everyone to attack the High Tower directly; that's no different from suicide. Everything needs to be done gradually."
"The purpose of organizing everyone here this time is to mobilize everyone to organize a large-scale strike, demanding that the High Tower increase material supplies. It doesn't need to be long; two days are enough. At most two days, the casting factories on Kiavahr will come to a halt due to the lack of raw ore materials from Lycaeus."
"This is an unforgivable major error for Kiavahr, a world that prioritizes production capacity. The Tower Lord cannot withstand the pressure of the entire Kiavahr. There are no other places in the surrounding star system that can provide them with raw materials. As long as we hold out for these two days, victory will be ours." Corax explained his plan to the camp leaders. Since these camp leaders were already so determined, Corax settled for a compromise: organizing a strike first, which they could still accept. The current situation indeed made an uprising impossible. How could a group of emaciated miners charge the High Tower?
"After the material supplies are increased, everyone can then allocate manpower to form their own full-time troops, just like The Saviour Camp. You can even send people here for special training. I plan to launch the uprising in at most one year." Corax gave a clear timeline.
"Damn it, I agree to this!"
"Screw them, I've long wanted to kill those bastards!"
"This is indeed feasible, and the success rate is higher."
After a moment of silence, the camp leaders expressed their opinions. Many of these people were originally elites on Kiavahr and understood Kiavahr very well. Just as Corax said, the High Tower would absolutely not be able to withstand two days of pressure.
Once many factories stop production, it's not just a matter of two days. It's similar to glass factories in the 2K era, where during the glass production process, the furnace needs to continuously maintain a high temperature of over 1500℃ to melt raw materials. If the machinery stops, a drop in furnace temperature will cause the molten glass inside to solidify. Reheating not only requires a lot of time (up to several days) and energy but also may damage the furnace structure, affecting the stability of subsequent production. In the end, all these losses would be attributed to the High Tower.
Of course, there was also the possibility that the High Tower would send troops to suppress them, and the probability of casualties was still very high. But the miners on Lycaeus were precisely not afraid of sacrifice. Such a sacrifice was better than watching their loved ones starve to death.
"Good, in that case, I'll trouble you all. We agree to start this strike action three days from now, after the morning shift change!" Corax set a time with everyone.
"Corax, we still have a hidden danger that needs to be resolved," Giovanni said.
"Are you talking about that group of vultures in the west? Don't worry about them, we will send people to keep an eye on them. If they cooperate well, that's fine, but if they don't, don't blame me for a complete reckoning afterwards." Corax looked in the direction of those vicious criminals and showed a cruel smile.
In the past two years, Corax had not failed to visit that area. When members of the most vicious organizations had their necks twisted and were hung on the central stone pillar in the west district, the arrogance of these criminals dissipated significantly. As for those criminals who didn't believe in evil and tried to replace the previous ones, without exception, they suffered the most terrifying retaliatory actions. Compared to the first group who only had their necks twisted and were hung on the stone pillar, the later ones suffered inhumane torture before dying. And on the stone pillar, they wrote seven blood-soaked characters with their blood: "Any looters, kill without mercy!"
After these two warnings, the west side quieted down for a while; at least they didn't dare to openly kill people. Some criminals who still had a conscience would even choose to exchange goods with other camps. Of course, Corax did not relax his vigilance because of their quietness. Several Shadow Assassin teams had been secretly monitoring these criminals. Rather than placing hope in the reformation of the scum among scums, it was better to trust the "truth" in his hands. Coincidentally, Corax believed that the Shadow Assassin's blade was enough to make them think twice.
As the leaders of the other camps reached a unanimous agreement, this first-ever workers' congress on Lycaeus thus hastily concluded. The leaders of the various camps began to return to their respective territories to prepare for the upcoming strike.
"If there's anything the camp needs to cooperate with in the next few days, just say so." After everyone dispersed, Swain came to Corax's side and offered him his greatest support.
"Swain, do you really trust them that much?" Corax asked, puzzled.
"Corax, would you give up the ray of sunshine that you've finally seen peeking through the cracks, after all the effort it took to find it?"
"Besides, rather than saying I trust them, I should say I trust you." Swain said, looking at the other camp leaders who were leaving one after another. Judging people was not something he was good at, nor did he believe he had the charisma of a Primarch, the ability to easily win over others.