Chapter 1040: The changing world landscape

The more it is at such a time, the more it is necessary to clear out groups and individuals who might bring some negative influence.

Lanse just wanted to make people deeply realize that here and outside, although on the same piece of land, were absolutely two different worlds.

Police cars in the concession kept running back and forth, and some people were grabbed by their hair and dragged out by the police from where they lived or worked.

More were arrested from places outside the concession and then sent back.

These people would be punished according to the law to warn people that even if the entire situation had undergone huge changes, this wasn't a reason for them to mess around.

Because above this city, there was a pair of eyes watching this city and observing the people in the city.

Lanse felt that in a month or two at most, everything would become clear.

When the Lapa government army and these anti-government armed forces fought until they were almost done, that big mountain pressing on the heads of the people would be moved away, and the people would be able to voice their own opinions, assert their own will, and let freedom be born on this land.

In another place, the same thing was happening.

The pedestrians on the road were almost all shrinking their necks and lowering their heads. Even if something happened on the roadside, they didn't dare to look around.

Everyone was carefully looking at the small piece of ground in front of their feet, and the atmosphere in the entire city was as solemn as if it had solidified.

This was the capital of the Dantra Republic, where the Dantra presidential palace was located.

Originally, this place was very lively, but as the war kept falling into a quagmire, the lively places also became somewhat depressed.

In the early stages of the war, the streets were full of people cheering for victory. They seemed to have foreseen Dantra rubbing the Slades into the ground!

They were going to plunder the Slades' land, plunder their wealth, burn their crops, humiliate their wives and daughters, and then kill their men.

Every Dantra person became excited because of this, becoming... like a beast!

They gathered in the capital and shouted the president's name to express their love for this president. At that time, even in the middle of winter, many people gathered on the streets of the capital to discuss the war and the future.

But look at now, there was no one on the streets, just like the federal streets that started to experience the Great Depression a few years ago.

Even if one or two passersby passed by occasionally, they were in a hurry.

There was no one gathering outside the presidential palace anymore, and there were more guarding troops and police outside the presidential palace to expel and arrest some people who threw stones into the presidential palace.

"If we choose to negotiate peace now, everything we paid before is equivalent to being thrown down the drain, and we will lose all advantages..."

In a room that was warm to the point of being somewhat sultry, the president sat behind his desk, holding the receiver and shouting something to the person on the other side of the receiver.

He looked to be over fifty, not very tall, with a relatively ordinary center-parted hairstyle.

His entire face looked somewhat exhausted, with that kind of "age-old" taste unique to middle-aged and elderly people; he was a charming person.

A beautiful flower collar wrapped around his chin, but unfortunately, he seemed to have had no time to groom his chin in the past two days, so now there was stubble on his chin, which looked very unsightly.

He was a bit haggard.

Maybe a little more than limited, he was trying to persuade the person on the other side of the phone, who was also one of the main supporters of the war.

Starting a war wasn't simply a matter of a country's leader or head of state saying "I want to start a war," and the war would break out.

The country never belonged to the president, but to the upper class, financial groups, political families, and belonged to them.

Only after persuading enough people to stand on his side did the president have the qualification to start a war.

In fact, to put it another way, declaring war was just the final result after all forces had negotiated, not the beginning.

"Although we are at a disadvantage now, our war potential hasn't been exhausted, and we can continue to fight them."

"Our generals are bringing us more metal raw materials, oil, and population from the east, and we can completely continue this war!"

"And, we now have a huge advantage, which is that the battlefield is in our country."

"Our supply lines are shorter, and the speed of pushing support forces to the front line is faster. Our advantage on the battlefield is much greater than theirs."

"We only need one hearty victory, and we can push the battlefield back to the national border!"

He stopped as he spoke and lit a cigarette for himself. Sounds came from the receiver, which only he could hear.

His tightly furrowed brows made his chief of staff notice that his mood was very bad right now.

After explaining a few more sentences, he cursed a "fuck" and then slammed the phone onto the base.

He looked up at his chief of staff somewhat irritably. "It was... 's phone call. He is disappointed with the progress and goals of our current war."

"This is very bad news. I think they intend to press the stop button for the war."

War was also a business, and also a treatment method.

Saying it was a business, in fact, one could see this from the rapid recovery of the economy after the Federation participated in the war. They sold a large amount of materials to areas affected by the war.

Slade, and allied countries.

Because of the war, almost most of the industries in these countries were converted to serve the war, so the vacancy in the civilian market was satisfied by the Federation.

After all, everyone didn't like war, but life had to go on. It couldn't be that because of the outbreak of war, the entire society returned to a primitive society overnight, right?

Saying it was a treatment method was because class contradictions had reached a white-hot stage and were irreconcilable. If an external war wasn't started to serve as a release channel for the domestic pressure that was gradually rising,

then it was very likely that Dantra had already started a civil war.

As the more powerful side in the war, from before the outbreak of the war, the entire Dantra people believed they were the winners of this war, which was why they started this war without hesitation.

They would solve the domestic class contradictions that kept breaking out through plunder, let the country's development not stop, and at the same time not fall apart because of the outbreak of contradictions.

This idea almost received the support of the entire Dantra upper class. In their view, consuming a portion of the energetic bottom of society and then obtaining huge benefits, or even land, through plunder,

arranging for the thorns who were dissatisfied with the status quo to live on new land, letting them create a new class, and then turning them into part of the class barrier, was their customary method.

Don't say, it was really easy to use.

Everything was so perfect, including the advance in the early stages of the war, but the beautiful time was always short, and everything stopped at the moment the Federation also joined this war.

The nightmare had arrived.

Until now, some people were still investigating the incident where the Dantra navy attacked federal merchant ships, because the navy side had never reported any report about sinking federal ships.

At the same time, the naval generals hadn't issued any combat orders to sink federal cargo ships either.

They believed that this was very likely a trick of the federal people themselves; they sank their own cargo ships and then framed it on the Dantra Republic.

However, even if they really mastered the evidence, it had no practical meaning, because as a hostile country, the Federation could completely refuse to admit that all this was true.

They could say that these were all fake, all evidence fabricated to smear the federal government.

These people were still investigating these things, just wanting to know why everything had become like this.

The joining of the federal people changed the war situation. They started with an advantage, and now they were constantly retreating, becoming at a disadvantage.

Some officers and staff in the country believed that the best way to change the status quo was to launch an attack on the federal mainland, leaving the federal people with no time to take care of the battlefield here.

They actually tried it, attacking New Jincheng, but the effect only lasted for a few months before it ended, and then everything returned to the past.

For more than two years, the war showed no signs of developing in a good direction, nor had it plundered much wealth or assets. This war, not to mention making money, was already at its limit if it could lose a little less.

This led to the real ruling group of this society no longer willing to support the continuation of the war!

They wanted to stop the war.

If there was still hope of winning if they continued to fight, they would definitely persist, but from the current situation, even if they barely continued to fight, they couldn't see the slightest hope of victory.

This kind of thing that was destined to lose money, whether it was capitalists or politicians, wouldn't do it, not to mention that their purpose in starting the war was to make a profit and solve problems.

Stopping the war wouldn't have any impact on these capital forces, these politicians, and political forces.

The dissatisfaction and hatred of the masses wouldn't be concentrated on them, but the president's days would definitely not be good.

You were the one who started the war, and you were the one who surrendered, and it was surrendering to the Slades. The public opinion and public sentiment would boil, just like the constantly rolling volcanic lava, capable of burning everything!

The president wanted to maintain the current situation, but from his connection with these big families, he seemed unable to do it.

He was now leaning decadently in his chair, without any image of a country's president, just like someone in the office who voluntarily gave up overtime pay and worked until three in the morning, full of exhaustion and helplessness.

The chief of staff didn't know how to comfort the president. He had participated in the formulation of the war game, the declaration of war, until this moment.

He could only brew a cup of coffee for the president and bring it over.

The president straightened up, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes. "They want to use me as a bargaining chip to trade..."

He picked up the coffee and took a small bottle of whiskey from the drawer, pouring the wine inside into the coffee.

Fine wine plus coffee, one cup after another.

The war was about to end, and as the side "seeking peace," whether it was the Slades or the federal people, they would open their mouths like lions and demand a lot of things.

And besides that, someone had to take responsibility for this war.

This war had caused millions of casualties, and there were many people who died indirectly because of the war. The number of deaths affected by the war might exceed ten million.

So many people died; it wasn't something that could be ended by signing a ceasefire agreement and having a few people read it out in public. Someone had to be responsible for this.

Then, what could have more weight than a president?

He would die.

And he was very clear that it wasn't the federal people or the Slades who killed him, but these actual ruling classes in the country. They would be worried that he would do something excessive, so they would kill him.

Just like used toilet paper, thrown directly into the toilet, and then flushed away with water.

He looked at his chief of staff. "Everything, from the beginning, wasn't like this."

The chief of staff sighed. "It might be a bit late to say this now. This war, whether it's us or the Slades, none of us won; only the Federation is the only winner."

The president breathed heavily. He looked at the chief of staff, pursing his lips tightly. The hatred surging in his eyes made the chief of staff a bit afraid to look directly.

"No, there is one more way."

The chief of staff didn't know what the president was thinking, but at this moment, he felt a tremor from the inside out, from the soul.

He knew that something big was going to happen.

But at this moment, besides maintaining silence, he couldn't do anything. He was the president's man; if the president fell, his days wouldn't be too good either.

If the president was tried for war crimes, then as his chief of staff, he would also very likely be affected.

Maybe they would also arrange some charges for him and then lock him in.

For several days in a row, the entire world seemed to be surging with undercurrents, and the sound of artillery fire on the front line had also disappeared a lot.

But in the diplomatic field, it had already fallen into a high-frequency connection at this time.

People from various countries were contacting each other, and even the Slades were contacting the Dantras.

Last month they were still planning to use each other's skulls as art, but now they were secretly contacting each other behind the federal people's backs.

This world was ultimately like this; friendship, affection, no matter what, couldn't compare to interests.

The federal people's appetite was too big, so big that the Slades started to worry whether this would be the federal people reaching into the Tanfite continent.

Compared to the Federation, which was stronger in all aspects and more irresistible, in fact, they were more willing to hang out with their old neighbor, the Dantras.

Although the hatred between them could be traced back to the very distant past, ultimately, they were neighbors and had had a relaxed friend stage.

The federal people were also contacting the Slades and the Dantras. They wanted to get more benefits from this war, and to eat the fattest piece of meat, they definitely couldn't just focus on fighting, but also had to talk.

Some media and newspapers also seemed to feel the difference in the trend, no longer talking about war, but starting to talk about peace. It seemed that overnight, the world's landscape had really undergone subtle changes... ===== CHAPTER 1041 =====