As war drew ever closer, every major Earth Alliance military base entered a state of heightened tension.
Especially those unlucky souls who might have to stand on the front lines against the ZAFT Army's ferocious assaults. They had written their wills early and begun indulging recklessly in what remained of their lives.
According to statistics from several previous large-scale battles, the survival rate of targets struck in ZAFT's first wave was less than two percent.
In other words, unless fate granted them special favor, they were destined to die on the battlefield.
Since they knew they were going to die, why not indulge themselves before the end?
At the very least, they had to spend every bit of the salary the military had paid them.
Where there was demand, there was a market; where there was a market, there was profit; and where there was profit, capital would be drawn in.
Through the operations of Mu La Flaga and the massive interest groups behind him, places such as bars and nightclubs began appearing around military bases.
From officers to ordinary soldiers, everyone waved their money around to buy whatever services they wanted.
The military's senior generals turned a blind eye to it all.
After all, these people were about to go to the front lines and die.
If they chose that moment to foolishly insist on military discipline, they might very well trigger a mutiny.
It has to be said, this chaotic scene of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and demons running wild truly revived the glorious traditions of the American military.
The deeper Allen's understanding of the Earth Alliance's internal situation became, the more disappointed he felt.
An era of technological explosion had been forcibly turned into this miserable state. No matter how one looked at it, the corrupt incompetence