American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Next, Zhao Qiuniang inserted her finger into Mrs. Besson's anus, gently and slowly pumping and rotating it until her sphincter muscles were fully relaxed. Then she carefully inserted the tip of the enema into her anus and injected cleaning fluid to clean the rectal wall...

　During this time, she also had to chat with Mrs. Besson, who had woken up, about how to take care of her skin.

　And hair experience.

　As an East Asian, Zhao Qiuniang's skin was naturally smoother, more delicate, and hydrated than most white people's. Then, meticulously maintained by Fili using various pink magics, her skin was now truly flawless, like the finest white porcelain. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down, gleaming with sparkles even without pearls. It was as if her dandruff would turn into diamonds and fall off.

　Therefore, seeing her amazing beauty, every lady who comes to the beauty salon will have endless things to say to her.

　In short, it wasn't until Mrs. Besson had received five consecutive enemas and a gulp of super-diluted "Youth Potion" down her buttocks that she began to drift off to sleep from the side effects of the drugs that Zhao Qiuniang, already thirsty, dragged her exhausted body to bid farewell to Zoe, the sorceress who presided over the spa. Then, through a small door made temporarily in the wall, she staggered back to the Ferry family's seaside castle villa next door.

　As soon as she returned to the villa's terrace, Zhao Qiuniang saw Juanita holding a monocular, concentrating on watching the group sex going on in the hippie camp in the distance. It was not until Zhao Qiuniang walked behind her and slapped Juanita's little butt hard that she screamed and reacted.

　"Wow! Who hit me? Oh, it's you? Are you back from volunteering next door?"

　Juanita rubbed her bottom and asked curiously, "Why do you look so sour?"

　"It's because of the body odor! Oh, I say, how come almost all the women over there have body odor? The smell is stronger than each other, and the lower body parts are so ugly, and the smell is like seafood and rotten meat. It's almost made me lose my sense of smell!

　Juanita, lift your legs up quickly and let me smell your little butt to change the smell..."

　Zhao Qiuniang muttered as she stretched out her hands to spread Juanita's buttocks, buried her head in her crotch, took a deep breath like a pervert, and licked the pink slit. "Ah, this is the normal smell of a woman!"

　Since arriving in the United States, she had been thrust into the realm of Philippine harem, surrounded by all sorts of fragrant beauties. So, until she left the house today, Zhao Qiuniang hadn't realized that most Americans actually have body odor!

　"Yuck! It's so itchy! Does my butt smell that good?"

　Juanita smiled and hit Zhao Qiuniang on the head, but she didn't push her away. After all, they had been sleeping together for so long, often exchanging sexual skills and "appreciating pussies and knowing beauties"; they had long since become accustomed to each other's sexual intercourse.

　However, when Zhao Qiuniang gradually became interested and wanted to push Juanita down and fuck her until she screamed, she was rejected.

　"Hush! Get out of the way! If you want to do it, you'll have to find another place. The master is over there! He's in a terrible mood today!"

　Juanita propped up Zhao Qiuniang's chin with one hand and pointed to the hall facing the terrace with the other. "We'd better keep quiet around him."

　"Master, are you in a bad mood today? Why?" Zhao Qiuniang turned her head and looked at the hall. "Did something bad happen?"

　"Alas, I heard that his superiors assigned him an unfortunate task, asking him to train a bunch of idiots to fight in war..."

　-

　At the same time, in the hall, Fili was sitting on Alena's long legs, fiddling with a private radio about the size of a suitcase with a grim expression, chatting with other "hams" in the distance, that is, amateur radio enthusiasts.

　Before the internet became ubiquitous, chatting with distant strangers over private radios, even forming primitive chat rooms in the pre-internet era, was a fashionable pastime enjoyed by men in science and engineering. In those days, many Americans with a bit of money, a bit of free time, and a bit of technical skills enjoyed using their private radios to make friends from all corners of the world, chatting together on their own radio frequency during their free time.

　How should I put it? It's probably like the lower-class Americans who like to get together after get off work, hang out at bars, drink beer, and chat to kill time.

　It’s just that these people who consider themselves knowledgeable and cultured feel that using radio for remote chatting seems more cool these days.

　As a time traveler from the internet age, Fili naturally felt somewhat dissatisfied with the current situation where ordinary people could only obtain information through newspapers and television, with many major events taking days to learn about. Unable to conjure up the internet, he had long ago created his own private radio station as a makeshift alternative, and used it to connect with a large group of chat friends.

　At this moment, a university lecturer in the "chat group" was complaining about the Ministry of Defense's "idiot recruitment plan."

　"Today a student asked me, since the Ministry of National Defense has recruited 100,000 idiots into the army, what should be done if these idiots violate military laws or orders? Do the legal provisions regarding the exemption of mental patients from liability apply to mentally ill soldiers?

　I really didn't know how to respond at the time. What do you all think? OVER!"

　"What a brain-burning question! It's common sense that if a mentally ill person commits a crime, the guardian should bear the legal responsibility. But the Pentagon has drafted these idiots into the military. If something happens on the battlefield or in the barracks, then blaming the guardian is totally wrong! OVER

　! "

　"That's right, we can't let the guardians of these idiots go to war with these idiot soldiers, right? OVER!"

　"If idiot soldiers commit crimes, they certainly can't be blamed themselves. After all, they are already idiots with low IQs, and we can't expect them to be treated like normal people. But blaming their guardians? That's just as ridiculous! Shouldn't the military, which conscripted these idiots, bear full responsibility? OVER!"

　"I think the people who made the law never imagined that someone would conscript fools into the army! OVER!"

　"During the world wars, did European countries ever conscript idiot soldiers? I vaguely remember Schweik, the protagonist in 'The Good Soldier Schweik,' who seemed to be mentally retarded as well. How did the Austro-Hungarian Empire deal with this issue fifty years ago? Or did it fall before it could even deal with it? OVER!"

　"Oh my God! The most important thing we should do now is not to worry about legal issues. Instead, we should throw Secretary of Defense McNamara into a mental hospital! Oh, and President Johnson, who approved this absurd thing, should also be thrown into a mental hospital to calm down! OVER!"

　"That's right! It's not like the country is about to be destroyed. How can someone who would do something like conscripting idiots into the army be sane? OVER!"

　"Support! McNamara and Johnson, these two warmongers, should have been arrested and thrown into a mental hospital long ago! OVER!"

　"Yes! We'll torture them thoroughly with waterboarding and electric shock, and then perform surgery to remove their frontal lobes! OVER!"

　"Ahem, I know that all of you gentlemen probably want to throw Secretary of Defense McNamara into a mental hospital. But the cruel reality is that even if he really went crazy, because of the power he holds, the army and the country will have no choice but to go crazy with him!

　I'd like to ask, do you have any good suggestions? Can we make the most of these fool soldiers on the battlefield? OVER!"

　"How should we use idiot soldiers? Well, this is indeed a brand new topic, and I guess no one at West Point has ever thought about it. Oh, and maybe let these idiots participate in the Kamikaze Special Attack Force, flying planes to crash into enemy ships and positions? OVER!"

　"The Kamikaze Special Attack Force's idea is good, but fools can't fly planes. If they were to fly suicide planes, they would just crash into a fireball on the runway! Or worse, because they can't distinguish between the enemy and their own people, they would crash into American ships and positions! OVER!"

　"It's impossible to train idiots into an army! Why are you asking such an impossible question? OVER!"

　"Why are you asking such an impossible question? Because I have just been assigned this impossible task, which requires me to train and command a group of idiots! OVER!" Ferry answered with a frustrated look on his face, holding the microphone of the radio station.

　"This lineup will probably just make the reds slap their bellies and die of laughter, right?"

　The "sick" one among the "old, weak, sick and disabled" quartet under Firi - the former diabetic sniper Daniel, curled his lips in disdain and complained.

　Although Daniel recently spent a large sum of money to have a one-night stand with a female "Tantric Master" and finally cured his diabetes with the help of her supernatural "sex therapy", he had been ill for so many years and had not done any decent work for five or six years, and he had become quite decadent.

　Now, even the mention of training and fighting left Daniel looking uninspired. Clearly, his ambition for fame had faded considerably. From the once-arrogant elite agent, he had become a slacker, a wage thief who was just getting by.

　After all, in the past few years, Daniel, who has diabetes and is unable to travel far, has been ordered to manage a Vietnam War refugee camp in the Sonoran Desert every day. Thousands of people in the camp have to greet him and obey his orders when they see him. Although the work location is remote, he can go to bustling Los Angeles for entertainment every week.

　Moreover, the refugee camps were actually quite profitable, relying on the cultivation of "special herbs" and the provision of "special services." As a direct descendant of Fili, Daniel could also earn a very substantial gray income, without having to worry about underlings usurping the throne or rival gangs fighting each other, as a gang leader would.

　Over time, Daniel got used to this leisurely bureaucratic life and was subjectively reluctant to go out on field work anymore.

　——So, even though he had secretly cured his diabetes, Daniel never reported it and was still a patient in the file.

　"If we can put together a disabled army like this, it might not be the worst.

　However, given the Pentagon's current style, I'm afraid they'll have blind staff officers giving bad advice, deaf men firing artillery based on their instincts, dumb men handling intelligence, lame men managing transportation, and madmen serving as commanders. This ensures that the idiot soldiers can advance without retreat and plunge headfirst into the enemy's encirclement, right?

　Wolf Lee, a portly radio operator from Texas nicknamed "Fat Wolf," sighed and grumbled, "the weakest of the four old, weak, and disabled" Fieri command. Unlike Daniel, who had always stayed stateside, Wolf had traveled the world with Fieri in recent years, visiting both Vietnam and Indonesia, two major hotspots. This gave him a deeper understanding of the Pentagon's stupidity and a deeper disdain for the brains of Washington's decision-makers.

　However, even so, as a Texas redneck, Wolf still has somewhat naive fantasies about Capitol Hill, the Pentagon and the White House. He thinks that although these Washington gentlemen are bad and stupid, they should still have some bottom line.

　So after complaining for a while, he asked Firi, "Sir, the Pentagon won't really recruit blind and deaf people as soldiers, right?"

　——Regretfully, Washington’s bottom line is that there is no bottom line! Even in the golden age when the United States was at its most powerful, it was still the same.

　"Well, it's hard to say. Since we've already done the ridiculous thing of conscripting 100,000 idiots into the army, then conscripting 100,000 blind and lame people to participate in the Vietnam War doesn't sound so outrageous. When I went to Washington to report on my work and accept my promotion, I met with Secretary of Defense McNamara. This guy now looks weird and seems to be on the verge of going crazy.

　Well, by the way, President Johnson’s recent mental state is said to be not normal…”

　Ferry hesitated for a moment, then gave Wolfe an unexpected answer. "So, if Secretary of Defense McNamara really wants to draft the lame, blind, deaf, and other disabled people into the army and send them to the battlefield, please don't be too surprised."

　"What? McNamara recruited 100,000 idiots, isn't it enough? He's going to recruit 100,000 more blind, 100,000 more lame, and 100,000 more deaf people?"

　Wolf Lee was shocked. "What on earth does this car company president think the military is? A landfill for abnormal humans?"

　"What can we do? Recruiting soldiers this year is so difficult. The local guys only want to have sex with women, not fight, and the war is raging in Asia! Unless we can implement a conscription system and allow foreigners to join the army, there's no way we can fill this huge human resource gap!"

　Firi, who had just been promoted to colonel, lamented this.

　-

　In early May of this year, just as the U.S. military paid a huge sacrifice and recaptured the Thai capital Bangkok with great difficulty, the U.S. troops stationed in Vietnam suffered a humiliating defeat on the battlefield in Vietnam not far from Thailand.

　Kon Tum, a major northern city in the Central Highlands region and the capital of the 5 Jarai people, fell in early May!

　Despite the desperate efforts of the remaining US troops stationed in Vietnam under Commander Abrams to support Kon Tum, with the Air Force and Naval Aviation not only dropping vast quantities of military supplies but also launching over 3000 bombing sorties against the Vietnamese attacking the city, Kon Tum, already exhausted, could not hold out. For the cause of independence, for this utterly useless Central Highlands Federation, the Jarai men had shed enough blood and could not afford any more.

　So, on May 9, the Central Highlands Confederation defenders in Kontum surrendered to the North Vietnamese army.

　As for the US troops stationed there, they abandoned their heavy equipment and fled in panic on helicopters.

　Before that, the Vietcong, who had easily captured the South Vietnamese mountain city of Dadao, also easily captured the last settlement of the Champa people, the port city of Phan Rang, and continued northward, reaching Nha Trang. Even after the siege was frustrated, they only retreated to Cam Ranh Bay and faced the equally exhausted American troops.

　峙。

　At this point, the Central Highlands Federation, which had been under the intensive attack of the Viet Cong in recent years, not only lost its access to the sea, but also lost half of its territory in the north.

　Only a little over 10,000 Miao soldiers and their tribesmen remained, trapped in Buon Me Thuot, the capital of Dak Lak Province, where they fought tooth and nail. However, Buon Me Thuot's road connections to all nearby friendly and US-controlled areas were severed, and the city relied entirely on expensive US airdrops and airlifts to maintain its logistics.

　To this end, General Abrams, the current commander of the US forces in Vietnam, whose many troops have been transferred to various islands in the South Pacific, has repeatedly sent telegrams to Washington for assistance, requesting more troops to counterattack the lost territory and at least raise the flag of the Central Highlands Federation...

　Chapter 367: Shortage of Soldiers Everywhere

　Meanwhile, on the newly opened battlefield in Thailand, although the US military had recaptured the capital, Bangkok, and swept along the coastline through port towns like Pattaya, U-tapao, and Sattahip, driving the communists inland, the ensuing battle remained protracted with no end in sight.

　Relying on the vast hinterland of the inland rural areas, the Thai Communist guerrillas were not defeated. Instead, under the guidance of Viet Cong veterans, they quickly launched extensive raids on the suburbs around Bangkok, continuously destroying US military transportation lines and supply depots, and killing rural officials who were pro-US puppet troops.

　This will prevent the US military and the puppet reactionary government it supports from establishing a stable ruling order and plundering various resources on the spot.

　As a result, the entire Thai battlefield seemed like a replay of the Vietnam War. The US military was trapped between several major cities, being beaten piecemeal by guerrillas every day, and being bled continuously. The local "allies" of the US military were either incompetent or even made things worse.

　US troops on the front lines complained that they had to shoulder all the combat missions because those Thais who claimed to be "pro-American" were busy killing each other - royalist and republican armies had already clashed in Bangkok over whether to continue Thailand's monarchy.

　According to David Halbernstein, a war correspondent who had just arrived in Bangkok, two wars had already broken out simultaneously in Bangkok.

　"Oh my God, I simply cannot imagine such an absurd scene! One day in late May, I was wearing a helmet and standing on the rear deck of a gunboat on the Chao Phraya River in the drizzling rain. Looking towards both banks, I found that both sides of the Chao Phraya River were in a state of chaos and flames.

　The difference was that on the west side of the river, the Marines were exchanging fire with the infiltrating communists, while on the east side, the Thai army was engaged in an internal conflict, with troops supporting the Thai Republicans and the royalist troops supporting the Thai royal family fighting fiercely.

　American soldiers were defending the city's outskirts from the Red Guerrillas, giving the Thais time to destroy their own capital!

　I saw tracer bullets streaking over the city, heard the crackle of machine gun fire, and watched blazing fires that not even the rain could extinguish. It was a startling sight, a perfect reflection of the chaotic madness of this war. At this rate of fighting, we will never win…"

　In short, the US troops in Thailand faced a battlefield both in front of them and behind them. Because their supply lines had to pass through the conflict zone between the Thai royalist and republican forces, the US military even had to use tanks to escort supply convoys—not to protect against communist special forces, but to prevent sabotage by their "allies." Even so, US ammunition depots, fuel depots, and food storage facilities in Thailand were frequently looted and burned by "friendly forces."

　In this chaotic situation where it is hard to tell who the enemy is, it is easy to imagine how the US military's counter-guerrilla warfare will turn out.

　To sum up, the US military in the Vietnam and Thailand battlefields was already stuck in a quagmire, short of troops everywhere, and urgently calling for help.

　In Indonesia, where military pressure and fighting were relatively minimal, the US military also performed poorly, or perhaps even overly relaxed. For example, the 25th Army Division, codenamed "Tropic Lightning," was stationed in Pontianak, where the Indonesian Remnant Party was most active, starting in the spring of 1966. According to maps submitted to the Pentagon, the division had established a heavily guarded perimeter around Pontianak, with fully equipped personnel and weapons.

　But General Westmoreland sent his aide-de-camp, Walter, to inspect the area, only to discover that the so-called "line" was anything but a line. It consisted of a few scattered open-air camps surrounded by a sparsely constructed iron fence. If the enemy intended to infiltrate, a single platoon could easily penetrate the line.

　Furthermore, 30% of the division's infantry were usually on leave, often going to Pontianak city to get drunk and whore, often losing contact. Even the soldiers who remained at the camps would entertain themselves with movies outdoors every day, even more lax than the Boy Scouts back home.

　Walter was furious when he saw this and immediately ordered a ban on movies and prohibited soldiers on leave from entering the city. He also ordered the 25th Division to build a defense line system that met the requirements of the military manual as soon as possible, with strongholds, outposts, and preset artillery concentration points, rather than just drawing a blueprint and calling it a day.

　Unfortunately, he ultimately couldn't overcome the laziness and slackness of the military—the soldiers all said that in Vietnam, they were constantly on edge and taking drugs to stay alert, which was simply unavoidable. Now that they were on the other side of the South China Sea, wouldn't it be self-inflicted if they continued to maintain such tension?

　If you really overwork yourself and develop physical problems, or become mentally broken, the Ministry of National Defense won’t compensate you, so it’s better to relax for now!

　Borneo, where Pontianak is located, has an area of ​​730,000 square kilometers, which is larger than South Vietnam and North Vietnam combined.

　It is more than twice as large as the enemy. Even if their division's forces were deployed, they would be even less than pepper powder. How could they catch the tails of the communists?

　If we really had to conduct a sweep deep into the mountains and forests, the non-combat casualties alone—from miasma to plague, snake bites, falls, tropical diseases, or some strange parasite—would wear down the entire army. Moreover, we might not even find any trace of the Communists—they were said to number only a thousand or two. Such a small number of Communists spread across the vastness of Borneo would be harder to find than a police search through the mountains to catch a fugitive!

　So, instead of asking for trouble, everyone should just stay in the barracks and relax on vacation every day!

　Anyway, the combat effectiveness of Indonesian monkeys is much worse than that of Vietnamese monkeys. They don’t have the courage to attack US military bases. Why should they be so nervous?

　As for the Indonesian Communist Party guerrillas, they occasionally wandered into the city to buy some groceries, or stirred up trouble in the remote countryside far from the US military bases, winning over a few indigenous tribes, burning down a few police stations, killing a few tax collectors, robbing a few landlords, and so on... It was just a bunch of monkeys fighting, what did it have to do with us? All we noble, civilized white people had to do was watch and applaud!

　——The 25th Division stationed in Borneo, which directly faced the remnants of the Indonesian Communist Party, was in this situation. The rest of the US troops stationed in Indonesia, including those stationed in Sumatra, Java and the Malay Peninsula, were even more lax and disorganized.

　Whether it was the American veterans who had left the bloody and fiery purgatory of the Vietnam front or the new recruits who had just arrived, the discipline of all of them was very lax.

　Because they see it as a vast defense zone, with so few men, surrounded by suspicious, mutually hostile "allies," how can they possibly manage it? So they simply leave it alone! Or perhaps ask the Pentagon to send another 500,000 troops?

　The only "spirited" American troops on the front line seemed to be those stationed at the nudist camp in Bali. Guarding so many beautiful, vivid naked women every day, and often having sex with them for fun, these American soldiers were naturally afraid that the female prisoners would run away or that someone would come to steal the women!

　Therefore, the security situation in Bali is absolutely safe. No communists can possibly establish a base here!

　Compared to the slack-jawed American forces, the Australians who marched into Indonesia to seize territory were energetic and vigorous, comparable to the American cowboys of the westward expansion era. Unfortunately, there were no Communists in their defense zone. The Australian kangaroos devoted all their energy to beating up Indonesia's pro-American nationalist "allies"—a move they viewed as similar to the Americans scalping Indians.

　The only thing to be thankful for is that despite the US military's lackluster combat attitude, the imams, landlords, capitalists, and feudal princes, who organized various thugs, were able to very efficiently complete the "suppression of communism" mission by relying on cooperation with mosques and landlords.

　However, with the rapid defeat of the three million Indonesian Communists and the disappearance of the communists, the Muslim thugs who had already tasted the benefits of blood and knives, unable to find the next fat sheep, naturally became more and more disgusted with the Christian troops from the United States and Australia around them.

　Once Indonesian religious extremists start pointing their guns at US troops, the "leisurely holiday" of US military officers and soldiers will be over.

　Therefore, General Westmoreland, who was transferred to Singapore as the commander-in-chief of the US forces in the Malay Archipelago, also complained about insufficient troops, saying that at least 500,000 US troops were needed to suppress anti-US forces in Indonesia, but he only had a "mere" 200,000 soldiers...

　- Especially recently, after much hesitation, the White House and Capitol Hill finally decided to support the demands of the Netherlands and Australia, formally dismembering Indonesia and planning the independence of West Irian, Sulawesi, the Maluku Islands, the Sultanate of Aceh and South Borneo (Kalimantan Island).

　The result naturally triggered a fierce backlash from Indonesian nationalists: This is going to cut off 70% of Indonesia's territory in one go!

　It is even more severe than the punishment inflicted on Germany after World War II!

　The current military government in Jakarta, under immense public pressure comparable to a landslide or tsunami, and faced with the horrific situation of soldiers about to mutiny, could no longer tolerate it and had to bite the bullet and send troops to surround the U.S. embassy, ​​expressing its strongest protest against the impending destruction of the country.

　In addition, Indonesian people, instigated by intellectuals and religious figures, once again took to the streets and threw stones at the US Embassy.

　Meanwhile, General Nasution, the head of the Jakarta military junta and leader of Indonesia's right-wing army, secretly sent envoys to the US ambassador, delivering fruit and food to the embassy, ​​saying he was being forced to do so by public opinion. He pleaded with the US to be respectful in dealing with Indonesia's territorial disputes, at least giving the military a way out rather than being branded a traitor and collapsing.

　How should I put it? It feels like Empress Dowager Cixi exploiting the Boxer Rebellion: she wanted to teach foreigners a lesson, but she was also afraid to offend them.