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Chapter 230 Da Mao: Eagle sauce, your account is wrong
This time, the Eagle Sauce parliament was an emergency parliament. Most of the members walked into the parliament hall without knowing what was going on.

When they saw the commander-in-chief with a grief-stricken face, many people felt a subconscious pang in their hearts.

The United States has been established for more than 200 years, and the number of times this expression has appeared on the President's face can be counted on one's fingers.

Before, Pearl Harbor was bombed, and the last time, the Twin Towers were bombed. So where was bombed this time?

Joseph Renault took the prepared speech and walked onto the stage. He couldn't help but frown as he listened to the noisy parliament hall.

"Silence, silence!"

"Mr. Speaker, silence!"

"I am here to announce a sad news to everyone!"

"The materials we provided to Ermao were subjected to a shameless bombing in Henitsky!"

"We suffered heavy losses in this bombing. Thousands of tanks, 3,000 armored vehicles, thousands of missiles, and more than one million tons of ammunition were all reduced to ashes!"

Joseph Reno's words instantly silenced everyone in the conference hall.

Everyone was stunned, and the most shocked among them was the five-star general McRas.

its not right!
This number doesn't match, why is there so much more?
That place is just a small border town. Even if the entire city is converted into an ammunition depot, it still can't accommodate so much military equipment!
We agreed to settle the accounts, but why do I feel like I have to take the blame again?
McRas was looking at his commander-in-chief. He suddenly heard a chuckle. He turned his head and found that the person who was laughing was Carl, a four-star general of the Marine Corps.

McLaurels understood what was going on almost instantly.

The commander-in-chief must want to use this incident to seize a batch of equipment and equip it to his own pro-Marine Corps.

After all, according to American law, the president must obtain the consent of parliament before mobilizing the military, with the exception of the Marine Corps.

This is also the origin of the name of the fourth class of the Marine Corps. After all, they are not controlled by parliament, so naturally their funding will be blocked everywhere.

Five-star General McRas felt a little regretful at this moment. If he had known earlier, he should have reported more and settled the account a little better.

As soon as the news was made public, the entire American parliament was in an uproar.

After all, this was said by the commander-in-chief himself, so it can’t be false, right?

"Damn it! We have to fight back and teach them a lesson. You have to blow up their ammunition depot!"

"Where is our aircraft carrier?"

"So many weapons and equipment are gone, so do we need another batch of aid?"

"We can't afford to lose. If we lose, Europe won't be safe. If Europe loses, we'll really lose!"

"When did this happen? How come we didn't hear anything about it?"

Joseph Reno listened to the discussions of the crowd and the corner of his mouth twitched.

How dare we fight with such a weak opponent? If we really make him angry and he comes out to settle the accounts, how can we tolerate that?
He quickly knocked on the table, took over the speech, and said: "Gentlemen, ladies, please be quiet!"

“Although we have been badly hit in Henitsky, we will persevere, and so will our allies.”

"Ermao and his people need more supplies and more help. I hope Congress can approve my $60 billion aid bill."

"Of course, Europe will also donate 60 billion US dollars in aid. Ermao will win!"

"Victory will be ours, freedom and democracy will prevail!"

The meeting place instantly became lively.

Countless congressmen began to party, especially those supported by the military-industrial complex.

600 billion US dollars in aid, how much military supplies and how much green US dollars can go into your pocket!

This matter began to spread at an extremely fast speed.

When European countries learned the news, everyone was stunned.

Everyone knows that Henitsky was bombed, but to say that he was bombed so badly is pure bullshit!
Surosov sent a motorcycle and a small plane to attack Henitsky successfully, and he immediately held a celebration party on the front line. At the same time, he personally wrote a battle report to ask his commander-in-chief for credit for his soldiers.

No matter what equipment of the enemy is destroyed, as long as there is solid evidence, there will be a corresponding cash reward.

Especially for completing the first destruction, the rewards are particularly generous.

Generally, this kind of reward must be determined through multiple channels.

For example, videos of destruction, testimonies from fellow soldiers, and news of enemy damage.

In order to boost morale, such judgments are generally not very strict, but today Alexander was still shocked when he saw the battle report sent by Surosov.

An estimated 40,000 small swarm drones, 800 mercenaries, a 100,000-ton ammunition depot, and a 1-million-ton fuel depot were all destroyed.

No matter how you look at this battle report, it must be fake. If it were true, the national treasury would have to bleed a lot. How much bonus would it have to give out?

Alexander called his most trusted defense minister, Shao Sigu, and asked about the situation: "Davri, do you think this battle report is true or false?"

"Is Surosov's water content a bit too much this time?"

Shao Sigu looked at the battle report and took a deep breath: "Commander-in-chief, can five hundred motorcycles and small planes really achieve such a result?"

"There is definitely some water in this, but it is hard to say how much water there is. After all, too many refutations will easily hurt the morale of the front line."

"How are Ermao and Yingjiang doing? Have they told me how much damage they have suffered?"

"I suggest that we can refer to that data and reward the front line. They will definitely reduce the reporting of their losses."

Alexander laughed and said, "Davri, you are right."

"Did our opponents report how much damage they suffered?"

Shao Sigu was stunned for a moment. A great victory had been won on the front line, and as the Minister of Defense, he was so busy that he had no time to check the intelligence at all.

After all, we have to give rewards, prevent the enemy from counterattacking, and organize various combat plans. I am really too busy to handle it.

After the two of them did a quick check, they were dumbfounded.

Alexander looked at the losses they had suffered in the Ermao news, and a row of question marks appeared above his head.

"Dawali, that's not right!"

"Hnitsky is not big, how could they be there and lose so much military equipment?"

"Eight hundred and seventy-two M1A2 main battle tanks, twenty-four hundred and fifty armored vehicles, five thousand six hundred and thirty-one missiles, and millions of tons of various ammunition. Is this reasonable?"

Shao Sigu looked at his own commander who was about to break through the defense, and he comforted him: "This must be a trick of the two Maos. They must want to settle the account, and then use this as an excuse to ask for aid from the Eagle Sauce and Europe."

"The war damage in their news is absolutely of no reference value. I think we should check out the news from the United States."

Alexander nodded and said in agreement: "Davri, you are right."

"The Eagles are providing military supplies, so their news must be more rigorous."

"Let me take a look. Hiss, Eagle Sauce's account is not right either!"

"No, why are there so many more? Can Henitsky store so many military supplies?"

"Thousands of tanks, 3,000 armored vehicles, thousands of missiles, more than a million tons of ammunition, how can they say such a thing?"

"I see. They must know our reward mechanism. They will give rewards for destroying military equipment. So they want to bankrupt us in this way!"

Shaosigu looked at his commander who had broken through the defense, and a row of question marks appeared above his head.

The Eagle Sauce's calculation is indeed outrageous. There are only 500 motorcycles and small planes. Is it reasonable to bomb so many things?

(End of this chapter)