"...Thank you, thank you. Without your country's support, our defensive line truly wouldn't have held."
In the small conference room, on one side sat the white-bearded old man hurriedly expressing his gratitude along with his aides. On the other were the official negotiators, as well as two Eastern Kingdom generals there purely for show.
As part of the entourage, Lu PingAn sat in the back, bored out of his mind. He couldn't understand the local language, but he found the old man somewhat familiar, as if he often saw him on the television news.
Most of Mountain Country's remaining government had come. Upon learning that reinforcements had arrived, they had rushed over without hesitation. The reason it was only most of them rather than all of them was that quite a few of the original "ministerial-level" officials had died in battle. Some vacancies had been promptly filled, while positions less relevant to the war had been temporarily left aside.
Mountain Country had fought far more bitterly than the news reports suggested. As a landlocked nation bordering the Eastern Kingdom, it had undoubtedly been regarded as a key point of attack.
The terrain in the south of their country was quite favorable, mostly plains suited for industrial development. It had once been their most economically developed region. But the other side of its proximity to the ocean and flat terrain was that it had nearly been wiped out in one wave.
When facing the armed steamrolling of superior forces, even the strongest defensive positions were sometimes no match for bad ground and swamps.
The First Batch of attacks alone had cost Mountain Country at least four million people. At least five of the nation's first-tier cities had been massacred. Those starving invaders from other realms—there was no need to say what