Wang Zhong: "Mike, we are still part of the Allied Forces. We need to work together to carry out the landing operation on the homeland of the Empire of Fusang. There's no need to say things that could undermine our unity, right?"
"You're right, I understand." Mike said with a smile.
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In the early hours of December 14th, Leonard, the wartime Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, was awakened by the sound of a ringing telephone.
He grumbled as he picked up the receiver: "Who is this? Whoever you are, you better have a good reason for interrupting my dream."
The person on the other end of the line replied: "Prime Minister, Marshal Rocossov has executed the Plathen Emperor. Now, the Prosen troops within Plowsonia have started laying down their arms and accepting reorganization."
"What?" Leonard's voice rose several octaves, becoming as sharp as a soprano.
