On October 12, Peng Joe's intelligence agencies had already found traces of an airdrop, but they still could not determine its scale.
They followed the clues, tracking the soldiers heading toward the heart of the Peng Joe Empire bit by bit.
They did not know that some people were rapidly heading south, while those going north were merely there to draw their attention—in fact, they were practically destined to be sacrificed.
No one knew this—not the Peng Joe soldiers conducting the investigation, nor the Federal soldiers doomed to be sacrificed.
War had always been like this. If sacrificing a small portion of the forces could bring about a favorable change in the overall situation of the war,
the upper-ranking commanders had never been stingy about sacrificing low-ranking soldiers who had nothing to do with them. In their eyes, those low-ranking soldiers were no different from the soldiers in politicians' eyes.
They were... all just numbers.
It had never been romantic! Of course, regardless of whether war was romantic, and regardless of whether a child from an ordinary family was destined to fall on land far from the Federation, to the people in the Federation's heartland, everything was a source of joy.
A large amount of capital had entered the country seeking refuge. Under the new policies, if they wanted to earn greater profits, they had to follow the new rules.
On top of that, the prospects for the real economy were exceptionally bright—
The Federal Government intended to help Gefra rebuild. That was an enormous market.
War raged across the world, and people in the ruins of destroyed cities still needed to live, still needed goods. All of that represented business opportunities.
Urban industrial zones kept expanding, with factories rising one after another. The Labor Union was so busy its