The next day.
In the small border city.
The celebrations continued.
The streets were awash in festive red.
Children chased one another through the streets and alleys, holding spent fireworks and firecrackers.
Adults gathered in small groups at roadside restaurants to celebrate.
Whether they knew one another or not, everyone greeted each other with, "The Dragon Kingdom is fucking awesome!"
When the battered soldiers returned to the city, the fervor reached its peak.
The people of the Dragon Kingdom were that simple and sincere.
If you fought for them, they held you in their hearts and raised you high above their heads.
Yet in the center of the city.
The leaders of the various forces, who had fought desperately all day, had not gotten a moment's rest.
The war was not over yet.
The fighting in India had gone so smoothly entirely because another major force from the West had been forced to withdraw from the Asia Region.
Without Lei Zi and the others wreaking havoc in the Federation, it would have been hard to say who would have won this battle.
To keep the Dragon Kingdom from being attacked on two fronts, that force of desperadoes was now about to face encirclement and annihilation by hundreds of thousands of Federation troops.
The Federation was nothing like the border. There were no reinforcements.
No compatriots.
No logistical support.
They were an isolated army stranded overseas.
While the entire population celebrated, no one knew that there was still a group of people fighting for the Dragon Kingdom somewhere beyond their sight.
Inside the bare-bones office.
The younger faction, led by Ji Min and Thirteen, stood tensely before Marshal Guan.
Yang Huaimin, Minister Bai, Minister Ding, and the commanders of the various War Zones were equally worried.
Everyone was waiting for Marshal