It was still hard to say whether the girls at the Flight Research Institute would ultimately obey, but some of them were definitely not that obedient.
It was already the end of July, with little time left before August. The warlords of Maliro had either come to the capital in person or appointed plenipotentiary representatives. In any case, the entire capital of Maliro now exuded an atmosphere of urgency.
It looked no different from any other time, yet people could still sense an indescribable feeling... as if something thick were pressing down on their chests and heads, leaving them irritable and short of breath.
For many warlords, this was actually a new and positive attempt.
At the president's estate, some of the warlords who had arrived early were already seated together.
"...If we can't drive the Federation people off our territory, more people will be bought off by them!"
The speaker was a mid-sized warlord whose territory lay not far from Sanchez's. His situation was also the most pessimistic at present.
If the Federation people represented by Sanchez decided to continue north, he and his territory would be the first obstacles they faced.
Given the Federation people's overwhelming advantage in three-dimensional warfare, he—and all of them—had no way to mount any effective resistance! The facts had already proven that as long as the bombers flew often enough, there was nothing they could not destroy!
He loudly argued his position.
"You should go take a look in the south. The Federation people's whole business with those Economic Crops has already bought off a great many people."
"They don't see the Federation people as invading aggressors. Instead, they're cooperating with them extremely well."
"During the coldest part of winter, they even ran straight south, and the Federation people along the Border Line