This newly-written propaganda slogan was obviously fresh.
It looked like the paint hadn't even fully dried yet.
But for the fifteen survivors currently cramped in the carriage, it was no less intimidating than the fully armed soldiers standing guard at the checkpoints.
Yes, soldiers.
Uniform uniforms, uniform equipment.
Even the postures they stood in were identical to the soldiers of Shen Zhou from the past.
Had it not been for the fact that the uniforms on their bodies didn't look like standard Shen Zhou military attire, they might have suspected these people were real soldiers who had silently advanced and taken over the city center.
But such speculations quickly dissipated with the soldiers' reverence towards the Land Rover in front of them.
Zhang Ye was so young, and everyone in the car had seen him before.
Could he be a big leader?
Impossible.