Basically, Cront's offensive against Francis could be summed up by these news headlines.
"Ugly army of beasts retreats on all fronts"
"Terrifying monster army seizes the Invincible Line in surprise attack"
"Dread army of death wipes out three hundred thousand Francisian soldiers"
"Kingdom of Kront's frontline forces approach the capital's final defensive perimeter"
"Great general of the kingdom to arrive in the City of Flowers within days"
"Well, damn. You've got to hand it to the Francisians. Even the way they grovel is different from everyone else's. There's even a touch of artistry to it."
Sitting in a café with his legs crossed, Li Wei read the newspaper beside him and offered his commentary.
He had to admit that the current state of the City of Flowers had been a real eye-opener.
First of all, the Kingdom of Kront's army had moved into the City of Flowers. Before their arrival, many residents had already fled to the countryside. Of course, plenty of others had nowhere to run and could only stay. The City of Flowers had once been said to be a wonderful city full of romance. But as far as Li Wei could see now, there was nothing particularly worth being proud of here.
The entire City of Flowers was deserted-or, rather, an utter mess. Most of its young people had been arrested under various pretexts and locked up in concentration camps, where they were put to work producing goods for the Kingdom of Kront. Supplies were rationed throughout the city, and aside from the Cront soldiers, everyone struggled even to get enough to eat.
Another striking feature was that entertainment venues offering song-and-dance performances and the like had not gone out of business. Instead, they were flourishing more than ever. Their customers, naturally, were the Cront occupation troops