Tian Bo and Ma Ran exchanged a glance off to the side.
They rose resolutely and stood behind Yang Huaimin.
They opposed the expedition, but... if it could not be avoided, then they would end the fighting as soon as possible.
The previously hesitant moderates wavered for a few seconds before rising one after another to declare their stance.
Only a small group of staunch opponents remained sitting awkwardly in their chairs, unsure whether to stand or stay seated.
"Threatening me? Do you really think we're afraid of you?" Yang Huaimin drew a deep breath and straightened his lapels again. "Guards!"
"Here!"
The guards who had long been waiting outside pushed through the door, fully armed.
"You... what are you trying to do?"
The three Johnsons panicked.
If Yang Huaimin simply arrested them, they would be in real trouble.
But his breadth of vision far exceeded what Johnson had imagined.
"Prepare a plane."
"When two nations go to war, envoys are spared. I'll let you go back."
"The moment you land in the Federation, the Dragon Kingdom's armies will march."
"My orders!"
Without a trace of fear, Yang Huaimin began issuing deployments right in front of the three. "Issue a level-one mobilization order."
"All able fighters in every prefecture are to stand ready to depart."
The move left all three dumbfounded.
They had only wanted to bluff Yang Huaimin. They had never expected the old man to be so unyielding.
If war truly broke out, they did not know whether the Dragon Kingdom would fare well, but the Federation certainly would not.
"Appoint Marshal Sun of the Fourth War Zone as acting Commander-in-Chief of all forces, with command over all six war zones."
"In three days, our land, sea, and air forces will strike straight at the Federation."
"Since you