Two days later.
The change of regime in the United States of America was still being noisily spread far and wide.
It sparked countless discussions.
Before an event of that magnitude.
The massacre of a city in a small country like Mexico, a place crawling with outlaws, had indeed drawn quite a bit of attention.
But.
Before something even bigger.
It was like several tons of TNT being set off nearby at the same time a nuclear bomb exploded.
All the commotion was straightforwardly.
Covered up~
And.
Besides those two matters.
Later that same day.
France was also swiftly attacked.
Within a mere fifteen minutes.
In the time it took many people to squat on the toilet without even finishing their business.
France's entire war front had directly collapsed.
Not only was the national security department made up of players rapidly defeated.
Even the conventional military forces composed of ordinary people were crushed along the way.
White flags.
Before even they themselves understood what had happened, they were already hanging from the Eiffel Tower, fluttering in the wind.
The defining trait was speed!
Even long afterward, many locals had not felt that any large-scale conflict had taken place within their country.
Everything remained as peaceful as before.
Only the television was broadcasting news of the change of regime.
That feeling.
Was undoubtedly extremely abrupt.
It made people feel as though.
In the blink of an eye, their country had completely changed hands.
Even Great Britain next door, a nation with an age-old feud with them, had been caught utterly off guard by the changes.
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Yet before they could celebrate or make any preparations.
Very soon.
The player team that had just taken France through blitzkrieg.
Gave them a round of blitzkrieg as well.
All resistance was swiftly crushed.
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