"Siberian Federation intelligence... Fisherman, you're Siberian, aren't you?" Sun Hang glanced at Fisherman beside him.
"Why are you looking at me? I don't know anything." Fisherman said helplessly. "My grandfather hadn't even been born when the Siberian Federation fell... Honestly, my Russian isn't even as fluent as my Northeastern dialect."
The present-day Siberian Autonomous Prefecture was merely a small patch of the once-vast Siberian Federation's territory in the Far East region, accounting for only around one-twentieth of the federation's total land area.
The Siberian Federation's capital, Saint Petersburg, had fallen a century ago under wave after wave of aberration attacks.
The Far East region had survived solely because its immense strategic depth had forcibly halted the aberrations' eastward advance.
"So how did these Anglo-Saxons get their hands on the intelligence?" Yano frowned deeply. "Saint Petersburg has long since become a forbidden zone for humans. For nearly a hundred years, humans have never set foot west of Lake Baikal... This is really strange..."
The Lake Baikal Yano mentioned was a large freshwater lake in the southern Eastern Siberian Plain, also known as the North Sea. It had once been part of the Flourishing Tang Dynasty's territory, but for various reasons, it was later seized by the Siberian Federation's predecessor—the Russian Empire—and became its land.
Lake Baikal was the deepest lake in the world, formed by the collapse of fractured strata, with its deepest point reaching sixteen hundred meters. When the Siberian Federation fell, its remaining forces and Xiazhou Federation reinforcements had fought desperately in the Lake Baikal region to stop the pursuing aberrations, eventually driving them back at enormous cost.
From then on, Lake Baikal became the border at the northwestern edge of the Xiazhou Federation.
A city populated mainly by refugees and former Siberian Federation soldiers gradually rose on the