119 – Awakening the Sea God (3)
“Is it okay to come here without saying anything?”
“Isn’t it a media company that doesn’t even have guests to come anyway?”
I entered the building of the Wilson Times Ukrnian branch located in the shopping district right in front of the City Hall in Kayev.
Of course, it’s called a branch, but in reality it’s no different from any other office rented on the first floor of a shopping mall.
“You’re doing too much. It’s all because of someone.”
“How much power can a single captain have?”
I smiled cheerfully and shrugged. Even the Wilson Times, the best media company in the Federal Republic of America, a country overflowing with gold and money, can’t help but care about the ignorance of the Principality of Ukraine.
No matter how free and easy to enter than the Imperial Alliance, it is still closed compared to the countries of the Free Association.
The reason why the Wilson Times branch only blows flies right now is because they haven’t gotten permission to publish in the press yet.
As a result, the amount of information she could obtain was extremely limited.
There was a good chance he didn’t know that I had been promoted to lieutenant colonel, or even that there was a war going on in the South.
“But today I brought some good news. So I came in a hurry.”
“Ohhh~ Really? Can I wait?”
When Sarah Ronald brewed it, she said, handing her a cup of coffee with one hand. Maybe it was because she was simply living in the garrison until now, the clothes and the atmosphere, Sarah Ronald felt like a person living in modern times rather than a person in a fantasy game.
So, should I say New Yorkers?
I wanted to go on a trip to the US, but I think I might go first in the game world, not in reality.
Anyway.
That’s not what’s important now. For our pitiful seniors of the Staff Department, who are still being torn apart in real time, we have to solve this first.
I took a sip of the coffee she handed to her, and looked at Sarah, who was sitting across from her, and said.
“His Excellency has given permission to publish the newspaper.”
“Really?!”
After leisurely sipping her coffee, she stands up from her seat. In the meantime, the table was shaken and the coffee that was barely swaying on the surface of the cup spilled out.
“Gyaaak!!”
“You’re overreacting.”
“Oh, no… Of course! This is a story related to the life and death of our newspaper branch!”
“There is one condition instead.”
I added one more word, and Sarah Ronald’s expression hardened sharply. He’s probably just running the math in his head.
Unlike Ukraine, where newspapers are all made up of a few small journals, there are dozens of rival newspapers in the Federal Republic of America.
It is only natural that in such a process, the political and business worlds would start putting forth conditions in this way.
In the first place, even in Haojie, it was common to manage internal affairs figures by pushing for special policies such as “Media control” Or “Embargo lifting.”
Sarah Ronald, after a series of thoughts, gave a quick thumbs up.
“Wait! Before I tell you that, let me be clear. We at The Wilson Times value the spirit of the journalist above all else, so we will never publish an article that is politically or diplomatically biased!”
Aha, you are a true journalist of this era.
It was a fairly fresh declaration for me, who lived in a chaotic Korea where agitation, fabrication, and all kinds of stimulating YouTube were rampant.
The conditions I set this time had absolutely nothing to do with that.
“Don’t worry. We’re not interested in that either.”
“So what?”
“Could you lend me the reprinting machine?”
“A reprint machine?”
Sarah Ronald looked at this condition with an absurd expression as if she hadn’t expected it at all.
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I added with a grin.
“I’m thinking of handing out some flyers.”
***
“So… The Ukraine is at war right now?”
“Yes.”
I leisurely drank the remaining coffee and answered. It’s no wonder you don’t know. A newspaper company that has just established a newspaper branch in the capital city has no source in the government.
“Unsurprisingly, Ukrnians are not very interested in the media. Did you see the low sales?”
“Ugh… ….”
“There can be no news from overseas that is important to people who are focused on living tomorrow.”
It is neither a free association nor an imperial alliance, but a half-way country.
There is a reason why the press hasn’t come in until now.
Besides, surprisingly, other countries will not like bringing the media to Ukraine. In a way, the media also plays a role in enlightening the people.
If the media enters Ukraine and citizens’ consciousness begins to grow, it is certain that Ukraine’s national power will grow explosively from then on.
As the number of intellectuals increases among the people, nationalistic identity explodes among citizens.
The Federal Republic of America, which is literally crazy about money, snooping around, the Free Democratic State of Fru, Reinhardt, and Soviet Empire, which have complicated relationships in many ways, would not be very happy with the growth of Ukraine.
But for now, I can only thank the Wilson Times.
The press was an essential factor for Ukraine to survive in the gap between great powers in the future.
“However, if the news is that the Azov people who came in and messed around ten years ago started another war in their own country…… The story will be different.”
“I’m sure it is.”
Wars in your own territory, invasions in the islands, and overwhelming victory!
Could there be a more provocative headline than that?
Even the people of Ukraine are well aware of the atrocities committed by the bastards of Azov.
It’s been almost 10 years.
Isn’t it enough time for the story of the ‘first’ Quernen War to spread throughout the country, even without newspapers?
“How are you? There are probably a lot of people who want to buy even 1 gold per copy of the newspaper.”
Sarah Ronald’s eyes changed. She straightened her posture and looked at me with the editorial look of her newspaper.
Okay, got caught.
I didn’t miss this opportunity and started to push myself even more.
“Besides, it is war. No matter how much it takes place in a small country across the sea, wouldn’t it be an extremely stimulating subject on the mainland of Ameria?”
No one hates gossip.
Especially when it comes to Amérians, where money overflows and the majority of the population is obsessed with entertainment and entertainment.
“There is an exclusive.”
“Poison, exclusive…… !”
“If possible, we could have one of the Wilson Times reporters on duty right now to document the war himself.”
“Even a war correspondent… ….”
In the end, Sarah Ronald nodded her head at the continued persuasion.
“Printing flyers is no problem. We’re honestly just kidding the machine right now.”
“So that’s a deal.”
“Can we just make the flyer draft ourselves?”
“All we have to do is let those in Portmork have their judgment clouded as much as possible. It’s better if you piss them off.”
At those words, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly. Her expression was subtly confident.
“We don’t write politically biased articles, but it’s a different story than scratching the other person’s mind.”
She slaps the table with the palm of her hand.
Sarah Ronald stood up from her seat.
“That’s our specialty. Do not worry.”
***
[Azov National Liberation Front Declaration of Partial Surrender, Occupying Portmork and Maniopol were deserters! Are you just a dog that stays still even after being abandoned?]
[Considering that there was relatively little damage to the people, we promise to treat you kindly according to international law.]
[We strongly recommend surrender. They are not enemies. If you want to return safely and see your family, surrender. -Azov National Liberation Front Lieutenant Aldebaf-]
[In case of surrender, $$$ warm and tasty food will be given immediately. $$$ 100% Comfortable sleep guaranteed. Ukrnian★Army★Southern Corps$$$$]
A total of 3,000 leaflets with different phrases written on them.
There were as many leaflets as the number of Azov bastards in Portmork.
As Sarah Ronald said, she had a knack for shaking the other person’s mentality, the leaflet printed by the Wilson Times was full of simple yet very effective phrases.
In fact, Lieutenant Aldebaf is the name of an officer who surrendered on the Portmork Front.
He didn’t actually say anything like that, but how can he verify it when he’s trapped in the city? By the time he later thought he had been tricked, he would have been locked up in a prisoner of war camp.
It was said that propaganda is 99% lies and 1% truth.
However, that is the case of people exposed to a normal environment.
When there is no verification method like now, you have no choice but to believe that even information that is 100% false is true.
Besides, it’s only natural that you’re tempted to say something you wouldn’t pass on if someone you knew originally told you.
“Then start the drop.”
“Yes, I understand!”
Three thousand sheets of paper were loaded onto each of the three Diabolas.
The leaflets, personally produced by Sarah Ronald, went into a large-scale spraying operation over a total of five days.
Spraying at once is not very helpful.
It was one of the additional elements of this operation to instill a sense of ‘defeat’ and ‘frustration’ that they couldn’t do anything even if we promoted like this.
At first, they didn’t seem to respond much, but Friday evening, which was supposed to be the last of the scattering operation.
A man with a white flag arrived at the garrison of the 17th Division under the Southern Corps, which was besieging the north of Portmorque.
The letter he handed over while using poor Ukrnian and continuing the conversation with hand gestures.
[I am willing to negotiate.]
It was a de facto declaration of surrender.