freenovelworld Chapter 780 The fight between trapped beasts
Chapter 780 The fight between trapped beasts
The diplomatic "massacre" at the Blue Star United Conference was transmitted to every corner of the world through television signals.
The elegant and deadly counterattack of Dragon Ambassador Liu Shuang and the frustrated and speechless state of Eagle Ambassador Sullivan formed a sharp and ironic contrast.
The whole world has seen an indisputable fact - the former superpower that had the final say and commanded the world has become a paper tiger that is strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
Once this layer of window paper is broken, the dominoes will begin to fall one after another with an unstoppable force.
On the West Coast of the United States, cargo ships flying the Russian flag, loaded with T-62 tanks, Katyusha rocket launchers and AK-47 rifles, openly docked at ports in California and Texas that declared independence.
The Russian side is even too lazy to cover up anything. They are openly providing weapons to these separatist forces in the name of "humanitarian aid" and "protecting democracy and freedom."
To the south of the United States, Mexico, which has long been regarded as its "backyard", has also begun to make moves on the border.
Under the pretext of "preventing the influx of civil war refugees," they deployed tens of thousands of troops to the border between the two countries and began to hold frequent military exercises.
Its ambition to covet the territory of southern Texas is obvious.
People within NATO are even more panicked.
France and Germany took the lead in announcing that they would form a "European Joint Corps" independent of NATO's command system to "safeguard Europe's own security interests."
Although John Country is still hesitant, it has begun to secretly contact Long Country to explore the possibility of establishing a new type of major power relations in the "post-Eagle Sauce era."
The whole world is busy dividing up the power vacuum left by the fall of the former giant, Eagle Sauce.
The center of the storm, the White House in Washington, is now shrouded in a doomsday-like despair and madness.
……
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The new president, the "usurper" who was appointed in an emergency, was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, frantically pounding the sturdy presidential desk with his fists.
His face was filled with impotent rage, his eyes were bloodshot, and his once carefully groomed hair was now a mess.
"Traitors! A bunch of damn traitors!"
He roared, his voice hoarse and desperate.
"Texas, California, Pennsylvania...they all want independence!"
"They all want to betray this country! Is there no one willing to fight for the United States?!"
In front of him stood a group of generals and parliamentarians who also looked as pale as death.
They lowered their heads and remained silent.
Because they know that the president's anger is in vain. Now in this fragmented country, no one can stop the torrent of division.
"What should we do? Tell me, what should we do?!"
The president slumped in his chair in despair, holding his head in his hands and groaning in pain.
His eyes fell on the map on the wall, and finally stopped at the place closest to him and the place that made him feel the most uncomfortable - the Republic of Pennsylvania.
"Pennsylvania...yes, Pennsylvania!"
He seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and suddenly raised his head, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Pennsylvania is closest to us! As long as we can concentrate all our strength and retake Pennsylvania, we can stabilize our position, regain control of the industrial lifeline, and turn the tide of the war!"
However, his words were met with even heavier silence from the generals.
General Reynolds, the Joint Chief of Staff, spoke with difficulty.
"Mr. President... that's true. But... how do we take back Pennsylvania?"
"How do we take it back?" The president's eyes widened. "Use our army! Use our tanks and artillery!"
"And then?" General Reynolds asked with a wry smile, "And then confront the Dragon Nation troops stationed there head-on?"
It felt like there was a ball of cotton stuffed in the president's throat, and he couldn't utter a word.
Yes, Dragon Country.
This nightmare-like name has now become the sword of Damocles hanging over the White House.
If you want to take back Pennsylvania, you must go to war with the Dragon Kingdom.
But...what can I use to fight?
Even the Eagle Sauce in its heyday never gained any advantage in every direct or indirect confrontation with the Dragon Country, whether on the peninsula, in Vietnam, in Stalingrad, or in Yugoslavia.
What’s more, the current situation is a mess with low morale, constant internal strife, and even inability to guarantee logistical supplies?
Going to war with the Dragon Kingdom is like hitting a rock with an egg, which will only bring about one's own destruction.
The office was once again plunged into suffocating despair.
Everyone understood that they seemed to have reached a dead end.
Fight, can't beat.
If we don't fight, we can only watch the country fall apart.
At this moment, a cold voice, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, rang out in the silent office.
"Mr. President, everyone."
The speaker was the former general of the Army Special Operations Command, the man codenamed "Ghost".
After the disastrous defeat at Camp David, he did not commit suicide as the legend said. Instead, he used his connections and means to sneak back to Washington and once again became the most mysterious and dangerous adviser to the new president.
"Although we cannot defeat the Dragon Kingdom on the front battlefield,"
There was no expression on his face and his voice was so flat, as if he was discussing the weather.
"But it's not difficult to drive those Dragon people out of Pennsylvania."
Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him.
"What can you do?"
the President asked eagerly, like a drowning man grasping at a floating straw.
A cruel and chilling smile appeared on the corner of General "Ghost"'s mouth.
He slowly walked to the map and gently tapped his fingers on several special marks in Pennsylvania.
"Mr. President, do you remember? In order to deal with the potential threat from the Russian bear, we built several large nuclear power plants near several major industrial cities in Pennsylvania during the Cold War."
The President nodded, confused as to why he suddenly brought this up.
"These nuclear power plants are the power source of our industry,"
The Ghost General's voice became like a whisper, full of malicious temptation.
"When necessary, it can also become our most powerful... deterrent weapon."
"you mean……?"
The president's pupils suddenly shrank, and a terrible thought came to his mind.
"It's very simple," General Ghost's smile grew even more sinister. "We just need to send a few of our most elite agents to infiltrate Pennsylvania and find these nuclear power plants."
"And then... blow them up!"