"Wente City has fallen." Lante looked at the intelligence in his hand, then at the intelligence officer before him, unable to believe it. "So fast? This came from our agents on the front line?"
"Our agents haven't returned yet." The intelligence officer shook his head and looked up at Lante. "We got the news from the broadcasts."
"The news?" Lante froze.
"Every city under Federation control is broadcasting news of Wente City's fall," the intelligence officer said quickly. "Our people relayed the broadcast back." Could it be propaganda warfare? Lante lowered his gaze and asked doubtfully.
"That's possible, but unlikely." The intelligence officer looked at Lante and spoke quietly. "More than one city is broadcasting the report. It's very likely that every city under Graystone Palace's control is broadcasting this 'good news.' A broadcast on this scale is unlikely to be propaganda warfare, because if it's disproven, it could deal a major blow to Graystone Palace's credibility."
At that, the intelligence officer paused, looked at Lante, and continued, "Wente City has been under siege by the Federation's western main force for too long. Judging by the reports we received earlier, it couldn't have held out much longer. Its capture now is only to be expected."
Hearing this, Lante fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "So Wente City really may have fallen?"
"Yes." The intelligence officer nodded slightly.
"All right, I understand." Lante nodded. "Get back to work."
The intelligence officer looked at him, but ultimately said nothing. He merely saluted and left the office.
Then Lante raised a hand and pressed a button on the desk. Kewi's aged face appeared before him.
"General, how are things now?" He looked at Kewi and asked quickly.
"Not good." Kewi spoke hoarsely, raised his hand, and brought up footage of a chaotic