When war began, the first to move were the subordinate forces—or rather, the proxies.
"This wave of attacks: Red Star on the northern front, New Tokyo in the east, and those South Asian Countries in the south."
Even Lu PingAn's strategic layout was incomplete. Knowing the military deployment in the north was already the limit; no one would relay intelligence unrelated to his work.
Judging from the Sakurajima People who were frantically attacking the Leighton Peninsula, his work of "pacifying them" and "eliminating their future troubles" had gone quite well.
"Have the protesters outside not left yet?"
"God knows how they found us. They're still protesting. The TV stations showed up, but the Gu City Official kept them under control."
"Fine. Find two buses tonight and send them all out of the city. Ancient City doesn't welcome them."
Glancing at the protesters outside, Lu PingAn had never truly considered these converts his own people.
Since you wanted to put me over the fire, then go back wherever you came from.
Those protesters were mostly the so-called New Korean Ethnicity. They had contributed virtually nothing over the past two years, yet they never stopped causing trouble.
This time, they had probably learned through some channel that Lu PingAn had ties to New Tokyo, so they had come straight to his door to protest.
But for a protest to be accepted, the person being protested against had to regard you as one of their own. At the very least, you had to demonstrate sufficient value as a united-front ally. A group of refugees with nothing to offer, causing trouble everywhere during wartime—such destabilizing elements should be removed sooner rather than later.
The minor interruption passed in an instant. Without being distracted in the slightest, Lu PingAn returned to his seat and continued