freenovelworld Chapter 786 Surrender to the Russian Bear?
Chapter 786 Surrender to the Russian Bear?
The White House, Oval Office.
The new president, the pathetic "usurper", was sitting sluggishly on his presidential throne.
In front of him, bad news from all over the country was scattered like snowflakes.
"The Texas National Guard announced that it would no longer obey any orders from the federal government and would hold an 'Independence Defense' military exercise in the Gulf of Mexico..."
"The California State Assembly passed an emergency bill declaring the repossession of all federal land and military bases in the state..."
"Florida's governor announced that all official ties with Washington will be temporarily severed until a 'legitimate democratically elected government' is re-established..."
"Oregon and Washington are discussing the establishment of the 'Independent Republic of Cascadia'..."
One piece of bad news after another was like a heavy hammer, constantly hitting his already fragile nerves.
He felt that his country was like a sinking ship with huge cracks all over the hull and cold sea water pouring in madly from all directions, but he, as the captain, was powerless to do anything about it.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
He finally broke down, screaming hysterically and throwing everything on his desk to the floor.
Like a helpless child, he went on a pointless, impotent rage in the empty office.
He no longer had any tricks that could prevent the collapse of this empire.
Military suppression? It has completely failed due to the blatant interference of China and Russia.
Political reconciliation? After the Hellfire program was exposed, it was no longer possible.
Economic sanctions? In a country that can't even collect taxes, this is more like a joke.
Despair, complete despair, was like an endless black net that tightly wrapped him up.
However, at this darkest and most desperate moment.
The ghost-like man appeared in front of him again.
"Mr. President, it seems that we have reached the end of our rope." General "Ghost"'s voice was still so cold, without a trace of emotion.
It was as if the country that was about to fall apart had nothing to do with him.
"What are you doing here?" the president asked weakly, raising his bloodshot eyes. "Are you here to see me make a fool of myself? Or are you here to tell me what more vicious and crazy plans we have to implement?"
"No, Mr. President," General Ghost shook his head slowly. "This time, what I bring is not a strategy, but a...the only way out."
"A way out?" The president laughed self-deprecatingly. "Do we have any other way out? Is it praying to God?"
"No," a shocking, almost crazy light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Ghost General, "it is surrendering to the devil."
"What did you say?" The president suspected there was something wrong with his ears.
"What I mean is," General Ghost walked to the huge world map. For the first time, his gaze did not fall on the position of the Dragon Kingdom, but turned to the equally huge red empire - the Mao Xiong Empire. "We surrender to the Mao Xiong Empire in exchange for their support to reorganize our country."
This proposal shocked and surprised the president even more than the previous "Hongmen Banquet" and "Hellfire" plans.
Surrender to the Russian bear?! Surrender to the mortal enemy they have been fighting for decades and whom they regard as the "evil empire"?!
"You...you are completely crazy!" the president screamed. "We are the United States of America! We are the leader of the free world! How can we surrender to a group of Red Front members? This is more shameful than the division of the country!"
"Shame?" For the first time, a complex expression, a mixture of contempt and sadness, appeared on General Ghost's face. "Mr. President, at this point, what qualifications do we have to talk about shame?"
He turned around and approached the president step by step, his voice low and oppressive.
"Do you think we have any other choice now? To watch this country fall apart, become a dozen hostile small countries, and eventually be swallowed up one by one by the Dragon Nation?"
"Or... choose a relatively 'decent' way to preserve the most core part of our country and our nation?"
He paused, and his voice became colder and more bewitching.
"Think about it, Mao Xiong, after all, they are white people and part of Western civilization."
"The struggle between us, in the final analysis, is just an ideological struggle, a struggle over the lines within the Western world."
"If we lose to them, at most we will just lose this internal struggle. The Eagle Sauce may become a little brother of the Russian Bear, and our system may change."
"But our country, our great Anglo-Saxon nation, will continue to exist."
"We still have a chance to make a comeback in the future."
"But," his eyes flashed with a deep hatred that came from the deepest fear, "what if we lose to the Dragon Nation?"
"What if we let that yellow-skinned people from the East become the masters of this world?"
"It will no longer be a struggle of ideologies, but a war between races! A war between civilizations!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
"What will they do to us then?"
"Have you forgotten how we treated the Indians and the black slaves we brought from Africa?"
"They'll enslave us as an inferior race! They'll make our men work in the mines digging coal and our women work in their textile mills!"
"They will make our descendants live in their shadow forever and become second-class citizens!"
This racist and vicious incitement, like a red-hot iron, deeply seared into the new president's already broken and fragile heart.
Yes, losing to the Russian bear only means losing hegemony.
If we lose to the Dragon Nation, we will lose everything, including the dignity of being a white person.
This deep-seated fear and rejection of alien civilizations instantly overwhelmed all considerations about country, system and ideology.
"Then...then what should we do?" The president's voice trembled, and he seemed to have been convinced by the Ghost General.
"It's simple," said the Ghost General, his eyes flashing with the final glint of a frantic gambler. "We send a secret request to the Russian bears. Tell them we are willing to 'surrender' to them and become their most loyal ally in the Americas."
"In exchange, we need them to send troops to help us suppress all rebellions in the country and reunite the country."
"For this, we are willing to pay any price!"
"Even if," he walked to the map and drew a startling dividing line across the western part of the United States, from California to Washington State, and then to all the land west of the Rocky Mountains, "even if the entire western part of the United States is ceded to the Russians, I will not hesitate!"
This is a proposal that is extremely humiliating to the country and is enough to make all the founding fathers jump out of their graves in anger.
But for these two lunatics who have lost all their chips, this is the only life-saving straw they can think of to preserve their power and core interests.
I would rather give it to a friendly country than to a domestic slave.
This old, decadent Eastern proverb was perfectly repeated thousands of years later in the Oval Office of the White House in an even more absurd and tragic way.
In order not to lose this "racial war", they would rather choose to sell out half of their country and beg for mercy from an ideological enemy.
At this moment, the spirit and soul of the United States are completely dead.
What remains is just a huge corpse-like body driven by fear and hatred...