Girls Frontline: Griffin Security

At the same time, in the capital of the Sand Federation, Caigong.

In a smoke-filled conference room, a group of senior members were arguing about something...

"Everyone, I oppose this military action..."

The commander of the Sand Federation's Aerospace Force, Sergei, said:

"The Akstan front is too far away from us! Just think about it. Our logistical supplies have to start from the western plains, cross the Ural Mountains, and then pass through the bad land of Siberia to be delivered to the soldiers. How can we fight well?"

"Haha...Mr. Sergei, don't forget that we still have your transport fleet to support us."

Lasimov, the number one chief of staff of the Saudi Union Army, laughed and refuted him: "You can use air power to provide them with supplies and directly drop the supplies. Isn't that easy?"

"That's right," Defense Minister Kuyegu also nodded in agreement:

"I just calculated on my phone: From the military airport in Sko, it's only about 76 kilometers to the sky above the Akstan front, but our main transport aircraft Il-4400 has a full-load range of kilometers! Look, isn't that just right?"

"just.....?"

When Commander Sergei heard this, he almost fainted from anger.

What does "just right" mean? Does he think... that the transport plane can always keep flying straight in the right direction? What should he do if the plane runs out of fuel on the way back? Let the pilot parachute directly and recreate 911/ over the city of Scotia?

Staring fiercely at the "Minister of Defense" in front of him who had never even attended military school, Sergei swore that he really wanted to beat him up.

"Hey, brother Sergei, have more confidence in yourself!" Lasimov showed his signature smile:

"If you smile more like me, you can overcome many difficulties."

"Yes, smile more like him." Kuyegu also nodded, patting his chest and making a promise:

"I guarantee this with my military experience: with the assistance of the Aerospace Force, the frontline troops will definitely receive adequate logistical supplies. If my estimate is wrong, then let me change my name to 'Kuyegu Meyer'..."

Hehe.....Laugh more...Change your name to Meyer.....

Commander Sergei's mood at this moment was just like the Japanese soldiers digging potatoes in Siberia a hundred years ago - he was cold all over, but the sweat kept pouring down.

Okay, you have a lot of experience and you don’t listen to advice... When there is a shortage of supplies, it won’t be our Aerospace Force that will be blamed.

With such "mountaintop thinking" in mind, Sergei nodded and sat back in his chair without saying anything.

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Just when Lasimov was about to find someone to confirm his objection, the door of the conference room suddenly opened with a creaky sound...

In an instant, everyone's nerves were stretched to the extreme - the two guards who opened the door were saluting the person behind the door with their noses raised to the sky - only one person in the entire Sha Lian could enjoy such treatment.

As the footsteps gradually approached, the tall figure also appeared in front of the meeting room door -

The other person was wearing a black suit and shiny shoes. He had soft blond hair and a cold and fierce look in his eyes.

He is the fifth head of the Soviet Union - Polyosha the Great.

"What are you all standing there for? Sit down and put out your cigarettes!" As soon as he entered the room, Polyosha shouted to everyone in a stern voice.

The participants all bowed their heads and followed suit; no one dared to go against the other party's wishes.

After watching everyone tidy up the meeting room, Polyosha nodded and slowly sat down at the main seat:

"Kuyegu, yesterday I asked you to formulate an operational plan for the Akstan region. Have you done it?"

"What? Sorry, Your Majesty, my seat is too far away from you and I can't hear you..."

"I say..." Polyosha turned on the microphone with his eyes wide open, "Have you prepared the operational plan for the Akstan region?"

"Oh, it's done, it's done!"

After being glared at by the other party, Kuyegu almost broke out in a cold sweat and quickly handed over a document...

It was not his fault that he could not hear the emperor's call—Polyosha's conference table was simply too long, and he was a full five meters away from him!

This was already the treatment for a close confidant. The person sitting the farthest away was the meeting recorder, who sat at the other end of the long table, more than 20 meters away from the main seat.

When the Emperor of the Saudi Union holds a meeting here, he will not leave anyone within 5 meters in front of him - this is his "strategic buffer zone", sometimes it is 5 meters, sometimes it is 10 meters, all depending on his mood on that day.

After flipping through the plan handed over by Kuyegu, Polyosha nodded heavily a few times - in fact, he did not understand the contents above, but he had to pretend that he understood them...

The planner, Kuyegu, also had many things he didn't understand, but he had to pretend that he understood them...

So, the two people who didn’t understand what the plan was saying nodded to each other and “understood” the plan.

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"Well... Kuyegu is indeed my favorite general. I think there will be no problem with the tactics..."

Polyosha patted the table, then said into the microphone in a slower tone:

"The problem is strategic. We just finished fighting this year and I don't want to be sanctioned again. So should we fight Akstan or not?"

This question immediately sparked a debate in the meeting room:

"Fight! How dare Akstan, a small country, go against our great country? The purpose of this war is to establish our prestige and exchange it for a hundred years of peace in Great Orloshia."

"We can't fight. We just finished a big battle. If we send troops out again now, our morale will be low..."

"Akstadt has many resources that would be beneficial to our industry. We should incorporate it into the alliance and carve out a new strategic buffer zone from its southern neighbors..."

There were arguments and arguments, with both sides having their own views. However, no one thought that "aggression was wrong", the opposing side just thought that launching an attack would cause losses to the Saudi Federation.

After everyone discussed this for a long time, Polyosha finally slapped the table and said, "Alright... raise your hands and vote! Those who support the attack raise your right hand, and those who oppose the attack raise your left hand."

Wow, everyone's opinions remained unchanged and they all raised their hands to express their positions.

Polyosha started to count, but found that one person raised both his left and right hands.

"What's the matter, Lavnov?" Polyosha asked in confusion, "Why are you raising both hands?"

"Your Excellency, this is what I think..." Ravnov stood up from his seat:

"I support the attack because we need more land and resources; I do not support the attack because we are the messenger of justice and a peace-loving existence..."

"Oh...!" Polyosha's eyes lit up after hearing what the other party said.

He quickly stood up, pulled out an empty seat next to him that belonged to the foreign affairs chief, and shouted to him enthusiastically:

"Then come and sit down! My dear Mr. Lavnov, this seat is perfect for you!"

In this way, the meeting decided the life and death of a small country with a vote of 10:3 - the vote was in favor of attack.

After putting the documents into his briefcase, Emperor Polyosha felt that he was particularly domineering today:

"Then the raid time is set at 9 a.m. on September 14. Everyone, you can keep this a secret, right?"

"Of course, sir," Lasimov stepped forward and replied, "The time of the raid is a military secret. We guarantee that only the people of the Saudi Federation will know this!"

"That's good, let's adjourn the meeting." Polyosha waved his hand and walked out of the door triumphantly, as if he had secured victory.

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At 4 p.m. that day, a short video went viral on YouTube.......

There was a soldier from the Central Military Region of the Sand Federation, roaring wildly at the camera:

"Axtan, I'm telling you, don't sleep too deeply the day after tomorrow! We, the descendants of the old alliance, will teach you how to fight, Bulie!"

Most of the comments were filled with sarcasm and ridicule from various countries. However, there were also a few...unknown creatures who cheered in the comments as if they really regarded the Sand Federation as the successor of the old alliance:

"Dawali, you must come back safely!"

"On September 9, share a song Katyusha"

"Ulla~!"

"father!"

In the Triangle Forest, Xu Bin also finished a day's work and watched this short video with Uncle Alexei and Amir.

The three of them were all stunned, no one could say a word...