The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Buzz—"

The enormous space mothership of the celestial beings slowly descended.

Three ships in total.

Two of them were weak in combat but had huge internal spaces and were mainly used for transportation. They were now perfect for transferring professionals and bandits on the moon.

"Gentlemen, I am deeply proud to have fought side by side in the bloody battle on the moon."

Regardless of how you see me, I must admit that I am an undercover agent.

I belong to the celestial white blood cell organization; in layman's terms, I am a special agent.

Zhang Beihai spoke to the people around him while sitting on a large rock.

All the survivors on the moon have gathered here.

Using the amplification equipment provided by the celestial beings, which hovered in the sky, Zhang Beihai's voice resounded throughout the venue.

"Today, in order to rescue Song Gua and the bandits, I have no choice but to reveal my identity and use the secrets I possess to threaten the Three Ancestors into retreating."

Although things have been successful for the time being, it is hard to predict what will happen next.

Blue Star, I can't go back.

I will return to Mars with the Celestial Legion.

If you want to return to Earth, I believe Commander Zhou Lisha wouldn't mind sending a mothership back with you.

If you want to come to Mars with me, the celestial beings would be happy to accept you; after all, we are one family.

Whether you stay or leave is up to you.

The reason for the question of whether to stay or leave is naturally because many of the professionals on the moon attacked the Ten Ancestors today.

Although, given the mindset of an ancestral-level deity, he didn't take second- or third-level deities seriously at all.

However, within the layers of the federal government's ruling structure, there were bound to be people who wanted to curry favor with the Ten Ancestors and label the soldiers who helped the bandits as traitors.

The consequences were predictable.

Returning to Earth would mean certain death.

But going to Mars also presents an uncertain future.

After all, it was an unknown world.

The celestial beings claimed they were originally from Earth, but that was only one side of the story. They had never actually seen what the Martian world was like.

Their understanding of Mars and the inhabitants of the heavens comes from the Federation's education of them, which is full of stereotypes and negative impressions.

Tong Zhan let out a howl.

"I'll follow Song Gua! Wherever he goes, I'll go!"

Longtan echoed the call.

"Me too! We helped the bandits today, so let's stand with them through thick and thin!"

Gou Bi trembled.

"These two have gone too far! Helping a bunch of bandits is one thing, but if they keep going, they're really going to rebel! We're the rising stars of the three great clans of China, how can we become traitors?"

Unfortunately, Gou Bi's voice was drowned out by the voices of the many professionals whose blood was boiling.

"Song Gua! Tell us, where are you going! We'll follow you!"

"I've always wanted to join the bandits, but I've never been able to sign up. Today, the dice are right in front of me; I have to seize this opportunity!"

"Dice! Look at me! I can do a handstand and have diarrhea! Can I join the bandits??"

"We helped the bandits defeat the Ten Ancestors, wouldn't going back to Earth be suicide? We'd definitely go to Mars!"

"We don't know what the situation is like on Mars. What if it's a den of dragons and tigers? Besides, our family is still on Earth..."

Amidst the hesitant and indecisive discussions, Song Gua stood on the large rock where Zhang Beihai was.

When a man is about to give a speech.

And when most of his audience were men.

that……

Without wasting any words, Song Gua immediately put on the dice headgear and got straight to the point.

"Let's go to Mars! Unite all forces that can be united, conserve our strength, and march back to Earth! Defeat the Ten Ancestors, overthrow the Federation, and liberate the world!"

After he finished speaking, cheers erupted from all directions, and a huge wave of people surged forth.

Just kidding! The opportunity to make a name for yourself, achieve great things, and have your family line start in history is right in front of you!

Tens of thousands of bandits at the scene took out extra Taoist robes and hoods from their backpacks and distributed them to the emotionally charged professionals.

When everyone put on their Taoist robes and hoods, a terrifying sense of unity arose among them.

Two sacred words appeared in everyone's heart.

Bandits!

Song Gua clenched his fist, raised his arm, and shouted.

"I hereby declare the 'Major Bandit Rebellion Army' officially established today!"

Hundreds of thousands of people shouted in unison.

"Liberate the world!"

"Liberate the world!"

"Liberate the world!"

Miss Butterfly sat inside the mecha, watching the grand uprising below, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Who would have thought that what the celestial beings had worked so hard for for many years could be accomplished by Song Gua with just a few words?

starting today.

The term "bandit" has both a broad and a narrow definition.

In a narrow sense, the term "bandits" refers only to Song Gua and his clones.

In a broader sense, bandits are anyone willing to don the bandit uniform and follow the bandits in an uprising.

Later generations borrowed the name given to them by Song Guaqi and referred to them in historical records as the "Hemp Bandit Rebellion Army".

The rebel army had just experienced a battle on the moon and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Now is not the time to officially wage war against Earth.

Moreover, Song Gua did not intend to fight the Federation with the rebel army alone.

The celestial beings are a very important force.

There are also the resistance forces and various rebel groups within Earth; they are all people who need to be united and mobilized.

This final battle will be more difficult than any previous one.

There is a lot of preparation work to be done.

Therefore, the Song hexagram says to go to Mars first to conserve energy.

The professional workforce has 750,000 remaining.

Of these, 550,000 joined the rebel army.

The remaining people chose to return to Earth, even though many of them were actually willing to revolt.

But they couldn't let go of their loved ones, or they were afraid to confront the Federation.

Song Gua, Zhang Beihai, and Miss Butterfly did not force these people to join.

In uprisings, the most important thing is to have a clean core group.

It's best to let those who have ulterior motives choose freely.

Miss Butterfly thoughtfully arranged for a mothership to first send those who were willing to return to Earth back to Earth.

In reality, do those 550,000 people who wear Taoist robes and hoods not have any relatives? Aren't they afraid?

However, they chose to undertake this momentous and momentous undertaking.

Half a day later.

On the route between the Moon and Mars.

"Attention all soldiers, before the spaceship reaches cruising speed, there will be a continuous acceleration that causes a feeling of weightlessness. This is a normal phenomenon and will last for a long time. Please hold on to a sturdy object nearby to avoid falling and crowding on one side of the spaceship."

The professionals, already crammed together, piled on top of each other, listened to the gentle and lovely AI voice inside the spaceship, and were all speechless.

It's not that they don't want to hold onto the spaceship.

Instead, these spaceships were originally intended to transport large items such as mechs and fighter jets.

The mechs and fighter jets have basically all been used up on the moon, so there are empty spaces left to ram people.

But it's also too empty!

As the spaceship accelerated, everyone in the transport capsule was crammed together, like a pile of hamburgers!

If they weren't all professionals, and if they weren't currently not too far from Earth and their attributes hadn't completely plummeted, then being squeezed together like this, the person at the bottom would probably be crushed into a pile of mud.