The sun never sets in America

Chapter 429 Is there still hope for America?

War is like a mirror, whatever you see is what it is! !

This sentence comes from a passage Dong Ziqin wrote in his diary after the war on the southern front temporarily came to an end.

And in the current northern battlefield, this sentence is definitely a saying that justice cannot be more just.

"Hank, Hank..."

"Wake up, wake up..."

"Ahem", Hank, who was wearing a blue military uniform, coughed and climbed up from the pit. His face, which was under eighteen years old, was filled with earthy yellow dust. It looked completely inappropriate for his age.

"Han Country...did we win??"

When Hank talked about Han Country, he did not use English, but the Mandarin he had recently learned. He spoke very stiffly, and combined with his slightly curly yellow hair, blue eyes, and high bridge of nose, it gave people a strange impression. It's very Western, but it tries hard to behave like an Eastern person.

"What a win. Now that the higher-ups have spoken, they are still going to attack. Fuck, Americans are attacking most Americans. What a coward!"

When Hank tried hard to open his eyes, which had lost much energy, he saw the last sun and blue sky in his life. Finally, he lost consciousness under the dizziness of the sun's rays.

When Tom said these two sentences, there was obvious dissatisfaction on his face. For a young man from South Carolina who once stood under the Stars and Stripes and swore an oath, joining this so-called American Peace Corps is simply a shame. ! !
If it weren't for his cowardice and fear of death, he might have rebelled with a gun! !

Looking at the telegraph machine in front of him, Kalit once again felt what the gap was. If it hadn't been for the seizure of several telegraph machines in the middle of the war, they would still be in the dark as to why the Han army was so sensitive and able to penetrate.

Tom has no expectations for the so-called "replacement". In his opinion, the Japanese are the "good dogs" around the Han people, and they are the slaves of the family. How could the master not use slaves, but wolfdogs that are loyal to him? .

"If I had known, I would have been squatting in the trenches. I listened to those guys and came here..."

"Whoosh", the strong wind blew by, rolling up the sand, revealing Tom and Hank who had been blown to pieces.

Hank obviously had unique "expectations" for the Japanese. Ever since he learned that they would be replaced by those Japanese dwarf dogs who were not afraid of death, Hank had not slept well for a week. Although there was the reason for waking up from the artillery fire, the biggest reason was that The reason is that he was almost killed by artillery fire several times before.

Sun Ningyu didn't say anything, and slowly opened the bottom compartment. There were two bombardiers there to assist in dropping bombs. When two bombs weighing 20 kilograms, totaling 40 kilograms, fell through the glass, Through the string window, you can see obvious "fireworks" and soldiers escaping from the forest.

Tao Lei's hand holding a high-power telescope kept fluctuating with the wind outside the hatch, and in his telescope, traces of cannon shells could be seen.

"Didi", the telegraph soldier carrying the telegraph machine kept tapping the password.

Hank obviously did not agree with this statement. Just when he was about to refute that "the cold people value them more" and "they are Americans and are more valuable in North America", a sudden burst of artillery fire covered the place.

Sun Ningyu's joystick also kept adjusting downwards following Tao Lei's broadcast.

"Try to throw in two..."

Pilot Sun Ningyu wore a cowhide flying helmet and goggles on his face. He looked no different from the test personnel.

"Drop a bomb??"

"No matter what they do, these guys are here, maybe we are cannon fodder..."

Tao Lei was not sure whether there were still artillery there. After all, the US military's air defense capabilities had obviously improved a lot due to the Han army's air raids during this period.

But I only dared to tell Hank privately about this. If the people of Han country found out about it, they would have to go to the "gallows".

Hank used the remaining strength to drag his broken legs and turned over the most difficult "face" in his life.

When Tao Lei saw a dozen "American Ants" running out with their bodies on fire, he smiled and continued:
"Continue to drop bombs, shoot them all empty, let those ants see what the power of nature is!!"

After experiencing this death crisis, Hank's disdain for the Japanese gradually faded, and he even had a feeling of "what will I do if you are not here?"

"Hurry and take cover!!"

Standing there and watching the Flying Shark swaggering away, Kalit, as the artillery lieutenant colonel, directly cursed:
"Fake, damn bastards, a bunch of cowards who only know how to hide in the sky, come down if you can..."

"Observe suspicious targets, suspected to be enemy hidden artillery positions..."

Sun Ningyu held the joystick and could see a cute baby face through the glass goggles.

When the gray whale appeared in the sky above the position, the entire artillery position fell into an unprecedented panic. The sound of artillery pulling was everywhere, accompanied by the footsteps of soldiers, the sound of urging, and the hasty "throw down the armor and remove the armor". in mind.

After all, no matter how hard you try to cover it up, there can be no loopholes in such a long-term bombardment.

At the end of the blur, his white lips were still mumbling:

"The height below is three hundred meters, and the descent is one hundred..."

Tom kept complaining about how he was tricked into coming here by a few guys who claimed to know the inside story.

(After the Han Army caught the Peace Army and the feudal army who had surrendered to the enemy, they were not executed immediately, but hanged in public, just to deter these guys who had other thoughts)

Five kilometers away, under an artillery position covered with branches and tents, more than a dozen howitzers of various types were continuing to be loaded.

After venting for a while, Kalit angrily asked the telegraph soldier next to him to send a message:
"Send a report to Wolf Lair, saying that we encountered enemy airship bombing again and suffered heavy losses. According to estimates, their bombing altitude was about three hundred to two hundred meters..."

The observer beside him, Tao Lei, started broadcasting from 500 meters.

When a series of smoke and dust rose and the fire spread throughout the northern part of the forest, the US artillerymen who had been cowardly just now ran out like rats being watered.

"Fake, sooner or later we have to die here!!"

The two bombardiers had just finished reloading their bombs. After nearly two minutes of adjustments, a total of eight bombs were dropped.

"The airship is coming, take cover quickly..."

"South Carolina, Cindy..."

"There are indeed rats!!"

Hank, who was beside him, wiped his dark face with his sleeve and asked: "Are those Japanese dwarves here? Didn't they say that they will take over our mission recently?"

And if it hadn't been for the imitation of a wireless telegraph machine unique to the United States in the past week, they might still be fooled by the Han army's quick response. In the end, they would sigh: "The Han people have the mysterious power of the East."

After the imitation was successful, production went crazy, and the "Sea Sparrow", which was moderate in size and easy to carry, became the standard equipment of all US military departments.

If it weren't for the really powerful industrial production capacity of the United States, it would be impossible for an average small country to produce so many Sea Sparrow telegraph machines in just one week, not to mention seven or eight sets of radio codes to prevent the Han army from eavesdropping.

It can be said that the industrial strength of the United States is indispensable for the reason why the war can still be fought to this day.

Lincoln wrote in his diary:
"Without the endless supply of weapons and artillery shells produced by the Great Lakes factories in the East, we might have lost this war from the beginning. After all, the gap between the two sides is too big!!"

It was also under such a situation that the telegraph could spread to the entire army at a whirlwind speed.

You must know that this is an army of 2.5 million people. Without a huge industrial system and production capacity, it is impossible to support all kinds of consumption on the battlefield and produce new weapons that imitate various cold countries after the war. .

(The initial number was three million. After the defeat of the war and subsequent continued conscription, it continued to remain at a level of more than two million.)
Since entering the industrial age, the entire world's wars have transformed from the iron horse of the past into a game between industrial production capacity and technology. The former horse king has become a joke.

Production capacity, technology, and population are the greatest confidence for war and even world conquest at this time. Without these, the so-called "scimitar" will also rust! !
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On the streets of Washington, recruitment advertisements can be seen everywhere, and "Beauty and the Beast" full of exciting scenes continue to appear in every corner of the streets.

If those colorful posters are just an attraction strategy, then the logos that can be seen everywhere have become signs of mutual recognition.

Armbands of various army departments appeared on the bodies of ordinary Americans. They chanted slogans such as "Glory to America" ​​and "We Will Never Surrender" and walked around the streets.

"Sir, sir, we are students at the University of Washington. Now our country is suffering from a shameful invasion by bandits. We need you..." "Sir, if you are an American, please contribute to our country. It It could be a dollar or a cent..."

On the streets, female college students with blond hair and blue eyes and hot bodies are constantly "raising donations" from passers-by.

Even if these people are unwilling in their hearts, due to Lincoln's current slogan of "Americans unite", they can only half-heartedly take out their wallets.

And when you are about to spend a dollar to solve this troublesome problem, the "double C" blond girl opposite will blink her big blue eyes with eyeshadow and tell you pitifully: "How many people died on the front line? How heartbroken their families are right now."

And most of them can't resist the double attack of beautiful women and Americans, and the final price is emptying their wallets that are not rich in the first place.

……

Sitting in a cafe, drinking "Glory of America" ​​coffee, Richardan slowly finished the coffee in his hand, finally threw down a generous five dollars and got on a carriage that looked to be of some vintage.

"We're going to make America great again!!"

Standing on the steps of the hotel, Towner, who has a "big pie face", is shouting his campaign slogan.

Below are those fanatical supporters chanting "Make America Great Again."

Looks like a bunch of American fanatical martyrs! !

"Lincoln, a clown, a naked clown, what qualifications does he have to command us, no, he is not even qualified to be a football captain!!"

"We must let those bastards in the white house know that the fate of America is not in their hands, but in the hands of me, you, and millions of Americans!!"

"We will not retreat, we will not be timid, even if it costs our lives!!"

Towner's passionate speech caused a huge "sensation" among the thousands of supporters in the audience. Some people even rushed to the stage to express their gratitude to their "idol".

Richard South's carriage passed by, and he just saw the scene in front of him through the window. As a "speculator", he immediately realized the opportunity.

"parking……"

After Richard got off the bus, he did not take the initiative to find the "liar" named Towner. Instead, he found a good French restaurant, ordered a "spaghetti", and quietly looked through the window at the "liar" named Towner. Towner's man, gave a series of speeches attacking the authorities, and then there was the restlessness of the "idiots."

It wasn't until the end of the show that Richanan called over a little girl who was selling flowers in the restaurant.

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The little girl's clothes were a little old and looked like they hadn't been washed for a while.

Although Richanan is not a good person, he still feels sad about this. After all, if it weren't for this damn war, America would not be like this.

"May I have your name??"

"Xia Lingna..."

The girl's timid reply and the unconscious squeezing of the flowers in her hand showed the pressure that Richard Nan put on her.

"Very good, Xia Lingna, now I'll give you one thing. Give this box of cigarettes to the blond uncle opposite. Remember, tell him that he must open the cigarette box..."

Richard Nan took a square cigarette box with "Glory" written in orange in English from the table and handed it to the little girl named Xia Lingna in front of him.

"Um!!"

Xia Lingna grabbed the cigarette case and nodded slightly, but then she remembered something and kept standing there.

"Oh, you sly little brat!!"

Richanan looked at the little flower seller in front of him and was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Go on, kid. When you come back, you can have cake. I promise, chocolate cream!!"

"How about it??"

"Really??"

Xia Lingna asked in disbelief.

"Yes, it's all true, go ahead, kid!!"

Richanan replied to the little girl in a kind tone.

"Hello, sir, this is something given to you by an uncle in the restaurant opposite."

As soon as Towner was about to leave, he was attracted by a child's voice behind him. He turned back to look at the cigarette case handed over by the little girl, hesitated for a moment, and finally took it.

"Sir, the uncle opposite said that you must open it!!"

Xia Lingna told Richard Nan exactly what he said.

Tanner opened the cigarette case doubtfully, his expression changed slightly, and then he spoke:
"Take me to that uncle!!"

And Richardanan, who was sitting by the window in the restaurant diagonally opposite, saw the scene in the distance, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and murmured to himself:

"Tonner, don't let me down!!"

When Towner walked this way, the longest meeting in history was taking place at the White House in the center of Washington.

"We have currently lost more than 1.8 million soldiers, of which more than 1.3 million were captured..."

"Our weapons and equipment losses are also a huge hole. Last month alone, we lost 1.5 million weapons of all kinds..."

"Our army currently has 2.53 million active soldiers and officers, mainly distributed in the northern and central regions, with a few remaining states in the south, and they are basically protected by local forces..."

"Our army is lagging behind in terms of weapons and equipment, mainly in the air and on land. The most important problem is airships. The airships of the Han people have brought huge pressure to us during this period. Even Chicago suffered On to the partial bombing!!”

"Fortunately, our weapons production and industrial production capacity are still relatively sound. If we are given some time, we can still build an airship like the Han people..."

"In addition to these, it is our economy. In this war, we have spent more than four billion U.S. dollars, and our debts have reached the limit. If we want to continue the war, we must compromise with Wall Street and let them continue to use money to buy National debt..."

"The internal problems are more serious than those just now. The south is already preparing to unilaterally collude with the Han people. We are currently negotiating with the people in the south. Unless we can satisfy them with more rights, it will be difficult to keep the south. …”

"The international situation is not favorable to us at the moment. France is attacking Spain, and the Prussians are also mobilizing for war. Although they are very vague, the British tell us that the situation in Europe is becoming more complicated..."

“To sum up, Mr. President, everyone, we in America don’t have much time left!!”

As a senior think tank in the White House, Carmon looked at everyone across the street, including Lincoln, with a "sad" look.

In the conference room, a kind of "panic" silence soon fell.

Lincoln held an ancient pipe in his mouth, raised his head, and asked with tired eyes:

"Can we still fight??"

"America, is there still hope??"

Carmon looked at Lincoln's pleading expression and gave a complicated answer:
"The British proposal can be considered, but I think we should take the last gamble!!"

Lincoln's eyes lit up, not like his own.

(End of this chapter)