Any scrap of good news from the front could give the Federation a tremendous boost in morale.
The Gefra Special Envoy stood by the window, watching the people who had spontaneously organized celebrations throughout the city. There was an indescribable disgust in his expression.
What he detested was not the celebrating people, nor the noise they made. In truth, what he detested was Gefra's weakness!
As a Gefran nobleman who had once forged and witnessed Gefra's most glorious era, he hated everything about the present! The Federal People had won a victory on the Nagaril battlefield. Though he desperately wanted to say that such an insignificant victory would not have much impact on the overall war in Nagaril,
he still could not bring himself to say it, because he knew he was jealous, hateful, and disgusted that the Federal People could not only counterattack the powerful Peng Joe Army, but also win victories.
Yet Gefra, once the master of an era and once a great nation, could only repeatedly run into walls, and even needed military aid from the Federal Army to keep fighting.
He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. There were still thirty minutes until the agreed time, and he did his best to calm the turmoil in his heart.
There was a reason the Federal president had scheduled these negotiations for when news of the victory arrived.
He wanted to use the Federal Army's victory at the front to suppress him psychologically.
This made the Special Envoy extremely displeased, but he had no solution.
Gefra's situation was indeed far from good. After losing the Federal Army's aid, they no longer had the ability to launch attacks against Peng Joe's occupied territories.
Instead, the Peng Joe People and the locals had begun probing the Iron Bucket