"Now, in the lower reaches of the Reims, in the east and in the center, my stubborn Gallia Army is fighting to the death with a stubborn spirit and a numerically superior emperor, and my Eastern Border Army is under the leadership of Lieutenant General Krajfis ......"

At Landgolids' Gary Newsradio station, the announcer is using her vivid and powerful voice to broadcast a news text that has been repeatedly exaggerated by the director and editor-in-chief.

The Gallia Army on the front line is described as an unyielding fighter who fought bravely and tenaciously to the death, and many of the contents are so outrageous that the announcer who is accustomed to seeing the Spring and Autumn penmanship can't help but gag.

But there was no way, she had to read it like this, and neither did the director and the editor-in-chief, they had to write it that way.

The reason is not only the reason for the military department, which has been watching the radio and the news more and more recently, but also because of fear.

That's right, it's fear! Fear from the heart.

This fear comes from reality, the harsh reality and the shrinking territory and the areas controlled by the Galia government.

It's been a month, and it's been a month since the emperor launched a full-scale offensive against Galia, and in the past month, Galia has retreated under the blow of the emperor's superior forces.

They lost vast areas in the east and north, and lost one-seventh of the country's population and two-fifths of the land.

They lost one-fifth of the country's industrial output and one-third of its gross national product, a quarter of its metal and mineral land, as well as most of its livestock base.

In order to repel the frenzied attack of the emperor, the northern army of Galia went up and was disabled, the regular army went up and was defeated, and the border guards went up and did not repel the enemy's attack.

This fear stems from the enemy's great strength and potential.

Look at the vast map of Europe, half of which belonged to the Empire, and beyond the map, in the far east, where there were the Empire's Far Eastern Territories.

How many troops did the empire have, how many soldiers, how many chariots, how many cannons, these numbers are staggering, and they are not as small as Galia can imagine.

There is no doubt about the strength of the empire, and the people of Gallia knew this from the beginning, so they were afraid and desperate, and the country took the myth of the Valkyrians seriously and worshipped them as kings, hoping that Gallia, an insignificant and weak kingdom on the European continent, would have such a powerful hero who would raise his arms in the desperate moment of the Gallias, and lead them in despair to fight back off the mighty invaders after bloody battles.

This is the truth of the spirit of Galia and the love of the people of Galia for the royal family.

Very small country, very inferior and timid.

People in small countries tend to unite with reality, but once they fantasize about it, they will not converge, and there is no way, and when the citizens of small countries that are hardly found on the map go to the frontier of their own country and look at the vast territory of their neighbors, the indescribable inferiority complex and sense of crisis will inexorably gush out of their chests.

When the armies of their powerful neighbors rushed into their own weak countries with orderly steps, under the cover of endless chariots and artillery, they launched a mountain of offensives against their own weak countries......

The inferiority, timidity, and indescribable desire for miracles of a small nation will flood over the rationality of the majority of the people, making them hungry for miracles, superstitious about gods, superstitious leaders, and then suffering with the country in a complete victory or a complete defeat.

Either live together or die together, there is no third way and there will be no one.

Compared with the graceful and loose self-confidence and limited pride of the people of a large country, people in small countries are very easy to believe in something bizarre and outrageous at the critical moment that determines the life and death of the country. Not because of anything else, just because they are too inferior and afraid.

The strength and brilliance of the neighboring country make the weak and inferior self tremble.

The cruelty of reality makes the people of small countries often wander back and forth between the two extremes of super-reality and super-reality, which makes it difficult for the people of large countries living in a vast territory with a deep national history to understand.

A once-in-a-century natural disaster such as a typhoon or even a historical coincidence can make a small country with low self-esteem believe that they have the various faith bonuses of eight million great gods and the spiritual protection of the gods they want.

A fortuitous reversal in the long river of history can make people in small countries believe that they are the masters of the world, or even that they are the descendants of the gods.

And a well-deserved failure will also make them give up all their self-esteem and self-confidence, give up everything they once had, grovel and become a not very obedient puppy at the feet of the victor.

To put it bluntly, it's all from the heart of timidity and inferiority.

"Under the leadership of the great Gallia general, General Krajfes, I believe that our heroic Gallia border guards will be able to give the Empire a head-on blow!"

And people with low self-esteem always need to find evidence from various clues to prove that they are noble and powerful, if not, then lies have a place to play.

Personally, it's called cumbersome etiquette and false humility, while as far as the business body is concerned, it's called advertising.

At the national level......

"That's all for today's Galia morning broadcast, thank you listeners for listening, we'll see you at noon~"

It's called a political campaign.

Propaganda exists because there is always someone who needs him to exist, and it needs to prove through these things that the situation is not so bad, and everything is still under control.

Everything is in order, everything is normal...... That's it.

The cowardly people of Galia need to be deceived, so the Galia government and the radio give them the lies they need.

Let them believe that their homeland will be victorious, and that they will not be killed or sold into slavery by the cruel emperors.

Powerless people can only choose to believe, to believe in such unrealistic expectations and miracles.

"Wait a minute! Hurry! Morning news overtime! One more interlude is about five minutes long...... Fifteen minutes of news on the battle situation on the front line! Our army won a great victory in Lando Barça! We completely annihilated the emperor's ** reorganized division!"

Just as the announcer was about to leave the broadcast studio, the director and the editor-in-chief stumbled into the broadcast room at the same time, and the draft of the speech on a snow-white battle report and a white manuscript paper was held tightly by two extremely excited men.

It's like I'm afraid that the manuscript paper will be blown by the wind.

"Immediately...... Immediately insert this news! This is a great victory! A great victory that belongs to every one of our Galians! Lando Barcelona is good! The Galian army is good! All of them are good!"

And after more than a month of bitter waiting and prayer, a new generation of heroes of Gallia was finally born, and the army heroes and victory stars of the new hope of the people of Gallia were born in Lando Barcelona!