Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space

Chapter 179 -

The road outside Unit 50 had fallen into complete chaos.

Only a short while ago, the people had been crying helplessly as they watched their sons, brothers, husbands, and fathers being dragged away.

Now everything had changed.

People were running forward from every direction.

Women who had been weeping moments earlier were gripping hoes and wooden sticks with red eyes.

Old men who could barely straighten their backs were limping forward with farming tools in their hands.

Young women followed behind them, shouting angrily as they marched down the road.

They had finally reached their limit.

I walked beside Fu Sheng while watching the crowd move ahead of us.

The soldiers clearly had not expected this.

For years, the people of the barren lands had endured every injustice thrown at them.

They endured hunger.

They endured poverty.

They endured humiliation.

Whenever soldiers arrived to take young men away for war, the villagers would cry, beg, and then watch helplessly as their loved ones disappeared.

Today, someone had finally spoken the words everyone had been holding inside for years.

And once those words were spoken, it was impossible to push them back down.

Ahead of us, the soldiers escorting the captured young men had already noticed the approaching crowd.

The commander immediately pulled on his horse’s reins and turned around.

His face darkened.

The villagers kept coming.

A middle-aged woman suddenly rushed forward through the crowd.

Tears streamed down her face as she pointed toward a young man whose hands were tied with rope.

"My son!"

Her voice cracked from desperation.

"Give me back my son!"

The young man looked up immediately.

His eyes turned red the moment he saw his mother.

Several other families began shouting as well.

"My brother is there!"

"They took my husband!"

"Release our family members!"

The crowd grew louder and louder.

The soldiers exchanged nervous looks.

This situation was already slipping out of their control.

The commander raised his hand.

"Stop them!"

Several soldiers immediately stepped forward.

The villagers did not stop.

Instead, they moved faster.

Then suddenly—

Bang!

A loud explosion echoed through the air.

The sound was so unexpected that the entire crowd froze.

Even I stopped walking.

For a brief moment, complete silence fell over the road.

Then a scream rang out.

One of the young men near the front clutched his shoulder and fell to the ground.

Blood quickly soaked through his clothing.

Panic spread instantly.

Women screamed.

Several villagers stumbled backward.

Children started crying.

Even the people at the back of the crowd looked frightened.

The soldiers immediately looked more confident.

One of them stepped forward holding a strange metal weapon.

I narrowed my eyes immediately.

A rifle.

So they had already started bringing firearms into the barren lands.

Bang!

Another shot rang out.

Dust exploded near a villager’s feet.

The crowd became even more unsettled.

Many people had never seen such a weapon before.

To them, it looked almost supernatural.

Han Fuji frowned deeply.

"What was that?"

Even Fu Tong and Fu Teng looked shocked.

Fu Sheng’s expression had also become serious.

My eyes remained fixed on the soldiers.

The rifles looked crude.

They were nothing compared to the firearms from my previous world.

Still, they were dangerous enough against ordinary villagers.

I watched carefully as one of the soldiers lowered his rifle and began preparing another shot.

Immediately, I noticed something.

The process was slow.

Very slow.

The soldiers could not fire repeatedly without stopping to reload.

That meant the weapon had a weakness.

A very obvious weakness.

I immediately stepped forward.

"Do not stop!"

My voice rang clearly through the crowd.

Many villagers turned toward me.

Fear was visible on their faces.

I pointed directly at the soldiers.

"They cannot keep firing continuously!"

Several people looked confused.

They clearly did not understand what those weapons were.

But they trusted me.

So they listened.

"The weapons need time before they can fire again!" I shouted.

The crowd hesitated.

I continued immediately.

"There are far more of us than there are of them!"

Those words made several villagers pause.

Their eyes slowly shifted toward the soldiers.

There were only a few dozen soldiers.

Meanwhile, hundreds of people from Unit 50 had gathered behind us.

A young man suddenly clenched his fists.

"She is right!"

Another person nodded.

"There are more of us!"

"They cannot stop everyone!"

The fear spreading through the crowd slowly began to weaken.

The commander noticed immediately.

His face became ugly.

He could see what was happening.

The villagers were beginning to realize something important.

The soldiers were not invincible.

The rifles were frightening.

But they were not magic.

And once people stopped believing their oppressors were invincible, everything changed.

"Fire again!" the commander shouted angrily.

The soldiers hurried to obey.

But before they could finish reloading, several villagers had already charged forward.

The crowd erupted into movement once more.

The people who had spent years bowing their heads were finally fighting back.

And this time—

They refused to retreat.

The fighting continued for some time, but the situation gradually began to change.

Once the villagers realized the soldiers could not keep firing their rifles endlessly, their fear slowly disappeared. The people of Unit 50 became bolder and pushed forward again.

Some carried hoes and farming tools. Others picked up wooden sticks, stones, and anything they could use as a weapon.

The soldiers were trained, but they were greatly outnumbered.

More importantly, the people of Unit 50 were fighting for their families.

They were fighting for their sons, brothers, husbands, and fathers.

That determination made them difficult to stop.

Soon, several soldiers were forced backward under the pressure.

The commander stood on horseback and looked around. His expression became increasingly ugly as he watched the situation unfold.

His men were becoming exhausted.

The villagers were growing more confident.

If the fighting continued, more soldiers would be injured.

Finally, he raised his hand.

"Stop!"

His voice rang out across the road.

The fighting gradually came to a halt.

The commander looked at his men before speaking again.

"Release them."

Several soldiers hesitated.

"Commander—"

"I said release them."

His voice turned colder.

The soldiers immediately obeyed.

One by one, the ropes binding the captured young men were removed.

The moment they were freed, their families rushed forward.

Mothers hugged their sons tightly while crying.

Wives threw themselves into their husbands’ arms.

Sisters grabbed hold of their brothers as though afraid they would be taken away again.

Many people could not stop their tears.

I watched quietly from where I stood.

Beside me, Fu Sheng released a slow breath.

Not far away, Han Fuji grinned.

"Looks like we won."

Fu Tong shook his head.

"We were lucky."

Fu Teng nodded in agreement.

They had won this time, but everyone understood how close the situation had been.

The commander looked at the crowd one final time.

His gaze swept across the villagers before stopping briefly on me.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Enjoy your victory today."

The crowd gradually became quiet.

The commander continued.

"But do not think this changes anything."

His voice was cold.

"You only succeeded because we were not prepared for this kind of resistance."

Nobody replied.

The commander glanced around the unit.

"Unit 50 is weak."

His words immediately caused many people to lower their heads.

"But the greatest problem is that you do not even have a leader."

Silence fell.

No one could deny it.

The commander laughed coldly.

"A place without leadership will never survive for long."

He tightened the reins of his horse.

"If you want to protect yourselves, then find someone capable of leading you."

His gaze became sharper.

"Because next time, things will not end this way."

After saying those words, he turned his horse around.

The soldiers quickly gathered themselves and began leaving.

Before long, they disappeared down the road together with the commander.

The moment they were gone, the tension finally disappeared.

Cheers erupted throughout Unit 50.

People laughed and cried at the same time.

Many families were still hugging each other tightly.

Some could not believe their loved ones had actually been returned.

Then suddenly, someone shouted,

"Thank Su Long!"

Another voice immediately followed.

"That’s right!"

"If she had not spoken, we would never have fought back!"

"She saved our families!"

More voices joined in.

Soon, people were calling my name from every direction.

The crowd slowly gathered around me.

Several mothers stepped forward first.

One woman held her son’s hand tightly while tears ran down her face.

"Thank you."

Another woman nodded repeatedly.

"They would have taken my husband away if not for you."

Others quickly agreed.

"You gave us courage."

"You made us fight back."

"You saved our families."

The voices continued coming from every direction.

I looked at the crowd quietly before raising my hand.

Gradually, everyone became silent.

Hundreds of eyes turned toward me.

I took a deep breath before speaking.

"Today’s victory does not belong to me."

The crowd listened carefully.

"It belongs to all of you."

Many people nodded.

"You stood up for your families."

"You protected the people you love."

"You protected yourselves."

My gaze moved across the crowd.

"But ask yourselves something."

The excitement slowly faded.

"What happens next time?"

The crowd became quiet.

"What happens if more soldiers arrive?"

"What happens if they bring more weapons?"

"What happens if they decide to punish Unit 50 for resisting today?"

No one answered.

Because everyone knew those were real possibilities.

I continued speaking.

"Today proved something important."

The crowd remained silent.

"It proved that Unit 50 is not weak."

Several people nodded immediately.

"But if we want to survive, we need more than courage."

"We need organization."

"We need protection."

"We need leadership."

A murmur spread through the crowd.

Many people exchanged looks.

They already understood what I was implying.

I looked at the men, women, elders, and young people standing before me.

Then I spoke clearly.

"If the people of Unit 50 are willing to support me..."

I paused briefly.

The entire crowd became silent.

"I will run for the position of leader."

For a moment, nobody reacted.

Then the crowd erupted into noise.

"What?"

"Leader?"

"Su Long wants to become our leader?"

Many people looked surprised.

Others looked excited.

Han Fuji’s eyes widened.

Fu Tong stared at me.

Even Fu Teng looked shocked.

Only Fu Sheng remained calm, as though he had expected this from the beginning.

The crowd immediately began discussing it among themselves.

And for the first time in a very long while, the people of Unit 50 finally began to see a future worth hoping for.