"Do we provide support?"
an officer from the Department of Defense asked.
Everyone actually knew that Gefra's fleet was very likely to face a terrifying attack this time.
No one knew where their confidence came from. They actually believed they could fight both shores simultaneously in the middle of the strait and still deal with the planes in the sky. They were far too arrogant.
If they did not save them, this fleet would very likely suffer heavy losses, and that would have unpredictable effects on the strategic plans of the entire world.
Mr. Truman sat in his chair. He thought seriously for a while, frowning, and ultimately decided not to send aid.
"If they're confident, perhaps they have some secret weapon they haven't revealed."
"We really aren't suited to fighting on multiple fronts right now!"
Maliro's situation had become somewhat troublesome. Small-scale resistance had never stopped. Including the occupied areas, various Resistance Organizations had appeared throughout the country after the Grand President's suicide.
There had originally been large quantities of various Standard Weapons among the people of Maliro, along with ample ammunition. They even had no shortage of explosives and artillery!
This had caused the Federation people a great deal of trouble, and casualties had begun to rise as well.
The number of soldiers killed in attacks by these small groups of enemies far exceeded the number who had died fighting Maliro's official army! These small resistance forces had no targets that could be attacked. You did not even know how many of them there were, what their names were, or where they came from! The Federation knew nothing about them, and with their ability to hide easily, its work in Maliro had fallen into a predicament in the short term.
They were contacting the mayors of other cities