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Chapter 378 March towards the east! (Second update!)

Two days later, Sweet's funeral was held as scheduled!

The host of the funeral was Whiteman. At this moment, he had multiple identities.

Undersecretary of Finance of the First Democratic Republic of America!
America Bolshevik Party 1st Seat!

Former Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the American Navy in California!
With the blessing of multiple identities, he took the microphone as a matter of course and began to conduct the funeral for Sweet!
"Gentlemen and ladies who have come from afar, thank you for taking the time from your busy schedule to attend Mr. Sweet's funeral today!"

"He's a great fighter! Always looking for new ways out of California!"

"At the same time, he is also an emotional person!"

"Finding that his own path was unworkable, he immediately chose to negotiate peace with us!"

"After all the conditions were exchanged, he immediately chose to commit suicide!"

"Because he believes that a brand new era does not need the existence of an old antique like him!"

"Now, let us lower the national flag for this great warrior! Play the national anthem! Hold a moment of silence!"

Along with Whiteman's words, the flag belonging to First America slowly lowered on the flagpole at the funeral site, and at the same time, the passionate First America national anthem sounded!

The viewing begins!
One after another, people came up from the audience to the stage, were silent in front of Sweet's body, mourned, and then went down the other side!
After everyone present had walked around, First America's flag slowly rose, and the national anthem stopped. Whiteman picked up the microphone and spoke earnestly:

"In the past two years, the international situation has changed rapidly, and so has America's situation!"

"But today, I, Whiteman Valencia, am here to give you my word!"

"This messy situation will completely dissipate starting from today!"

"We will usher in a new world! We will usher in a new America!"

"In this new America! Every one of us is the master of the country!"

"Those damn rules will be gone forever!"

"But at the same time, we will also adjust the constitution, adjust the constitutions of some businessmen, and turn these constitutions into truly serving the people!"

"And everyone present is a supervisor, and everyone has the right to supervise what we do!"

At this point, he stopped talking, turned around and came to Sweet's coffin, patted the coffin vigorously and waved his hand.

"go!"

"Let's bury Mr. Sweet!"

The coffin was lowered into the cemetery pit and then covered with earth again!
The erection of the final tombstone also means that Sweet has completely left the world and has become a person in everyone's memory!
The people attending the funeral dispersed one after another, turned their heads, and Whiteman continued to be busy with his work in California!
A brand new architecture requires more time and energy to process!
Meanwhile, Detroit.

After watching Sweet's funeral, DeMille closed his tablet and stuffed it into his canvas bag.

The canvas bag was hung on his shoulder, and after double-checking that nothing was missing, he walked out of the room where he had lived for a long time.

He solemnly locked the door and appeared in front of the building.

In the square outside the building, countless soldiers lined up in neat lines, looking at the exit of the building.

When Dimir appeared, these soldiers all turned their attention to him.

Intersecting the eyes of the soldiers, Dimir raised his right hand and shouted loudly:

"Comrades! The news just came!"

"Our Chairman Whiteman has captured California without a fight! He is rectifying the affairs of California!"

"Several states in the alliance with California were also captured at the same time!"

"Plus Chairman Pete won Texas, and the Texas alliance!"

"We have now acquired central America and all the land in the west!"

"Only the few states in the east are left hanging on!"

"Now! It's our turn to take action!"

"Now! The whole army is following me!"

"Advance eastward! Recover the lost ground!" As he raised his right hand, the soldiers outside the building also raised their right hands and shouted loudly.

"Recover lost ground!"

"Recover lost ground!"

"Recover lost ground!"

After the soldiers below shouted for a while, Dimir's raised right hand suddenly swung down!

Then, there was his determined voice.

"set off!"

With an order, the large troops set off!
The transport convoy that had been prepared for a long time appeared. Dimir took the lead and got on the first truck. Behind him, the soldiers boarded the trucks one by one!

The first batch of teams has been shipped and the trucks set off!

Target!

Southeastern States!

The army was setting out here, and people in the southeastern states immediately received the news!

They were all panicking to death!

no way!
After they came out, life was difficult for the poor, but life for the rich men like them was much easier!
From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult!
Now let them give up their power and continue living as before?

Are you kidding me?
So these states responded immediately!

Each dispatched the National Guard and prepared to fight to the death with the barbarians from Detroit!

District of Columbia, Sheffield returned to his long-lost office!
Before his butt was warm, several old guys appeared in front of him.

"Our great President, you must help us this time!"

"Detroit barbarians, they even want to share their wives!"

"I need to divide the property first! I earned all that money slowly, every penny, and it's all legal income!"

"I have saved money for most of my life, but I dare not spend a penny! I am afraid of poverty! But in the announcement issued by those Detroit barbarians, they want to share our money!"

Listening to these people's complaints, Sheffield couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He always felt that he had heard what these people said somewhere, but after thinking about it carefully for a long time, he couldn't remember where he heard it!

He leaned back on the chair slantingly, crossed his legs, and said nonchalantly:

"Don't mention it! Those children in my family have been clamoring to go abroad every day these days!"

"Besides, I'm just the president of the District of Columbia, so what good can I do?"

Hearing what he said, several old men were unhappy and looked at each other. One of them stepped forward and whispered:

"Don't you, old man, still have nuclear bombs? Throw one away!"

This person spoke, and others followed suit!

"Yes, yes, nuclear bomb! I almost forgot about it!"

"Under the nuclear bomb, all living beings are equal. With this thing in mind, those Detroit barbarians will never dare to overstep it!"

The words of these people directly made Sheffield laugh.

Turning his head, he pulled out a password box from the drawer!
There is still thick dust on the password box!

Open the box and there is a silver-white metal box inside!
At this time, Sheffield turned the metal box and displayed it in front of several people.

Then he said: "The password is 123456, and the white card next to it is the launch card!"

"Once inserted, press this red button and it will fire!"

(End of this chapter)