"Activate the Jingdong Plan."
"Yes!"
Footpan Chicken, Jingdong City, noon.
The weather was clear, and sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the Prime Minister's Office.
People came and went on the streets. Trains arrived on schedule, office workers hurried across crosswalks, and convenience store chimes rang cheerfully.
Everything looked no different from any ordinary noon.
The recent Joint Fleet incident had greatly boosted the "pride" of Footpan Chicken's citizens.
Television stations repeatedly aired the spectacular sight of those eight aircraft carriers. Experts spoke eloquently, analyzing "the strength of the Eagle-Chicken Alliance" and "the preservation of regional peace."
The prime minister was sitting behind her desk, reviewing documents.
Suddenly, someone knocked urgently on the door.
"Come in."
The assistant pushed open the door, unable to hide the tension on his face.
"Prime Minister, urgent news. The Joint Fleet is confronting the Huaxia Fleet, and the two sides are extremely close.
Their fire-control radars have already been activated against each other. The Ministry of War estimates that the likelihood of war is extremely high.
If fighting breaks out, Footpan Chicken and Stick Nation will become the front line. We need to prepare for the worst."
The prime minister's hand stopped.
She looked up at the assistant. Three seconds later, she slowly set down her pen.
"Convene a military meeting immediately. At the same time, connect me to the Joint Fleet's live feed."
"Yes!"
Thirty minutes later, conference room of the Footpan Chicken Prime Minister's Office.
The enormous conference table was surrounded by people.
The prime minister sat at the head of the table, her expression grave.
On either side of her sat the Chief Cabinet Secretary, the Foreign Minister, the Defense Minister, and the Director-General of the National Security Secretariat.
Behind them were the Chief of Staff, the Chief of Ground