A little after six, the sky had already begun to brighten, when the Air Raid Alert suddenly rang out along the coastal regions, shattering countless good and bad dreams!
Soldiers crawled out of bed, hastily threw on their gear, and numbly made their way to their positions. The war had begun.
Large numbers of planes rose from within the island and circled near the coastline.
The Navy Minister also appeared in the command center with bloodshot eyes. He had gone to bed after three in the morning and had slept for less than four hours.
He had discussed matters with the navy's generals until late the previous night. Their original plan had been to establish a defensive position around Gefra Main Island.
They had built a great many fortifications on the side facing the military bases across the Peng Joe sea.
They had even buried countless Landmines along the beach. If the Peng Joe People dared to land there, they would certainly suffer heavy losses! As long as they could withstand this wave of attacks from the Peng Joe People, they could keep holding out.
At least for a short time—for a month or two—they would not need to worry about anything else.
If they could hold out until next year, the war between the Federation and Peng Joe would more or less be coming to an end, and the crisis facing the main island would be resolved along with it.
That had been the original plan, but as the discussion continued last night, another opinion emerged.
Some believed that if they continued to hold their current positions, they would simply end up in the same situation as on the Amelia Battlefield.
They had built solid defensive lines, only for the Peng Joe People to bypass them and attack!
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