"Has the federal delegation left yet?"
Before the weather turned cold, the Federation had sent a group of navy personnel over to exchange experience—a very deep form of "cooperation."
Of course, politically speaking, this could also be seen as extortion. It was the first time the Gefrans had shown the Federation some of their core expertise, including experience that could be considered Top Secret.
For example, how to respond when a lookout spotted an enemy beyond visual range. This situation occurred frequently in naval warfare.
The lookout might see the highest thing on the other ship from far away. It could be nothing more than a mast, or it might be another lookout tower. In any case, only a tiny part of it would be visible.
At such times, knowing how to take effective action was crucial.
In the only naval battle between the Federation and Gefra, the Federals had not even seen the Gefrans' ships before suffering a volley of fire and having their coordinates calibrated by the enemy.
If the submarines had not distinguished themselves at the critical moment and changed the course of the battle, it would have been the Federal navy that was completely wiped out.
In short, the experience they had accumulated over a century was definitely not something the Federation had already mastered. The Federals needed to learn, and this left the Gefrans feeling extremely miserable yet helpless.
Maintaining the current World Peace had become the Gefrans' most urgent need. It sounded utterly absurd.
Even war fanatics like the Gefrans now hoped for World Peace. All one could say was that they had really become a little... cowardly.
The Federals had not only sent people over; they had also brought cameras. The Gefrans were now experiencing the kind of... defiance? In any case, the