Sunagakure.
Conference room.
Pakura looked somewhat weary.
After all, the Land of Wind had recently fallen into complete turmoil.
According to Anbu investigations, civilians in many villages were discussing what they should do if Konoha attacked.
But the results of the investigation left Pakura chilled to the bone.
Ordinary people could hardly imagine how these civilians survived in places lacking water and arable land.
Ever since Konoha began its assault on the Land of Wind, it had been advancing like laying bricks, spreading patch after patch of green land.
Therefore, the news released by Konoha seemed highly credible to the civilians of the Land of Wind.
Most of their answers were surrender—immediate surrender.
The harsher the environment, the more this was true.
Even some low-ranking ninja were similarly restless.
Sunagakure had no way to deal with this kind of offensive.
After all, the Land of Wind lacked the ability to provide those civilians with such things.
Honor? Could that compare to water sources and oases?
Absolutely not.
Their technology could not produce such massive Desalination Devices.
Nor did anyone possess Wood Release and could easily plant forests.
Pakura rubbed her brow and asked,
"Elder Fuji, how are your preparations progressing?"
She was referring to Elder Fuji's deployment of a large formation in the Demon Desert.
Elder Fuji replied, "The Wind Prison Sandstorm Great Formation has been completed. The winds are strong this season, making it the perfect time for sandstorms to form."
"As long as we draw the sandstorms of the Demon Desert outward and destroy large amounts of their green land."
"The civilians within the country will naturally lose faith in Konoha."
Elder Fuji's words made some sense. Once a sandstorm rose, it blotted out the sky and sun.
It could cover thousands, even tens of thousands, of square