"We're under attack..."
Mr. Truman looked at the camera. His hair, not quite as neat and well-combed as usual, made him look somewhat haggard.
There was also a suppressed anger in his eyes, but he did not express it in any other way.
He did not scream hysterically or pace around furiously, slapping the table. He simply stared at the camera, calm yet furious, as if he were staring at the Peng Joe People.
His flat, even somewhat subdued voice carried a deep power capable of shaking people's souls.
He blinked. "Our cargo ships, sailors, and four warships have disappeared in the East Ocean. Then, without declaring war, the Peng Joe Empire launched a sneak attack on Nagaril's port, causing extremely heavy casualties and losses."
"According to the preliminary statistics we've obtained, in this series of attacks, we suffered approximately nine hundred million in property losses, while more than two thousand people lost their lives or went missing."
"This is the most serious attack the Federation has ever suffered, and the first time we've been so brazenly harmed!"
"We have always remained vigilant. We have considered and contemplated how and when war might break out."
"We never expected everything to happen so quickly. The enemy had already made its plans, while we knew nothing!"
He raised a finger toward the sky, his voice filled with unwavering strength!
"They just attacked our fleet and our ports. Perhaps there is still more bad news that hasn't reached us yet. Then they declared war on us."
"They want to muddy the issue, but this was a shameful, deplorable sneak attack!"
"We will not remain silent!"
"The spirits of the dead are roaring!"
"I hereby declare that, from this moment onward, the entire nation is entering a state of total war. We will simultaneously