The roar of fighter jets buzzed rapidly through the sky above the Border Line. The Little President was communicating with a Maliron provincial governor who was his friend, trying to stabilize the situation along the border through more means.
But at that moment, the roar of the fighter jets outside suddenly made him realize something.
He was dazed for several seconds before ignoring the voice on the phone and saying, "Wait a moment." Then he put down the receiver and walked over to the window.
The fighter jets in the sky had already begun lowering their altitude and circling.
The Little President had studied some of the Federal air force's tactics. He knew that when those fighter jets began circling over an area, it meant that fighting could break out at any moment.
The Department of Defense had never considered hiding such simple information. Moreover, appropriately revealing the Federal Government's prewar state could not only deter the enemy, but also give the Federal people confidence in the war!
The Little President stood dazed for a few more seconds before hurriedly running out of the room. A Department of Defense commissioner was just outside the door, chatting with a supervisor from the National Security Committee.
Both men looked relaxed, and neither raised his head. They already knew perfectly well what fighter jets appearing along the border meant.
"Tell me this is only a drill!" The Little President suppressed the emotions beginning to boil inside him and tried his best to keep his voice down.
But his emotions were surging too violently. He could not suppress the aggressive edge in his tone at all!
The Department of Defense official wore an expression of regret. "The Maliro People have been crossing the Border Line on a large scale, deliberately and while equipped with