From saviors on the battlefield, Jackson and Luo Zheng beca enemies, eventually turning into foes locked in a battle to the death. So much has happened between them. Jackson's greatest wish is to defeat Luo Zheng to prove his own capabilities. Ever since his father was blown to pieces, although there wasn't sufficient evidence, Jackson believed it was Luo Zheng's doing, making his wish a vengeful quest to kill Luo Zheng.
The words of the new Minister of Defense made Jackson think a lot, and the President noticed this expression. The President had deep personal ties with Jackson's father and naturally took care of Jackson in every way possible; otherwise, with Jackson's military achievents and qualifications, he wouldn't have enough to be sitting here in this eting. He asked doubtfully, "Jackson, what are your thoughts?"
Being called upon in such a high-level military eting is a huge honor, signifying the President's attention. Everyone looked at Jackson with so envy. Jackson didn't think too much about it, imrsed in his thoughts. Hearing the President's inquiry, he quickly took a deep breath to make himself clear-headed and courteously said, "Your Excellency, Mr. President, there aren't many who can assist the Hook Tribe against us. No one dares to defy the military might of our Sam Country, except one person."
"Who?" The President asked gravely.
"The one who has always been against us and has defeated several tis—that is Huaxia Country's Ghost." Jackson's expression turned serious as he spoke, biting down hard and eyes filled with intense hostility and rage when he ntioned Luo Zheng's codena.
"Him?" The President pondered with suspicion, glancing at others who kept silent, appearing contemplative, while the President's eyes showed a hint of coldness. He promptly looked back at Jackson and pursued, "Explain your reasoning."
"Yes, Your Excellency, Mr. President." Jackson complied swiftly, glancing at everyone who seed lost in thought, his eyes glimring with a hint of disdain, though well-disguised. With a grave face, he continued, "Firstly, there's only one reason he would abandon rescuing people: there's a more important mission in his country requiring his attention. That's why he secretly left earlier and didn't co to rescue, causing all our deploynts to fall through. Secondly, he has a close relationship with Hook, having engaged with us in two dealings before, including matters involving Japan, although there's no evidence. Thirdly, and most importantly, I suspect he intends to kidnap our people to swap for prisoners, which is a good strategy for rescuing his brother. Therefore, I believe Ghost is behind the trouble."
"There is reason in your words, what do the rest of you think?" The President nodded with satisfaction and looked at the others.
The new Minister of Defense nodded solemnly and said, "Your Excellency, Mr. President, Mr. Jackson's analysis is quite reasonable; they are probably the only ones capable of destroying our base, sniping our people, and downing our ard helicopters. Now that the situation has beco clear, shouldn't we change our strategy?"
"What are your thoughts?" The President nodded and pursued.
"The bodies of our brothers are still on the battlefield; we should first send soone to bring the bodies back and then choose a battlefield suitable for our conditions to settle this decisively." The new Minister of Defense proposed.
"What about you?" The President didn't imdiately form an opinion but looked at Jackson.
"Your Excellency, Mr. President, Mr. Minister, given my knowledge of Ghost, he may have already laid traps awaiting us. In other words, when we send people up to retrieve the bodies, we may step directly into the traps. Therefore, I suggest we turn this against them: as we send people up, helicopters should follow closely, and if any enemies are detected, strike with determination. Of course, it would be best for the ground forces to follow synchronously to take them down swiftly." Jackson suggested.
"Are you suggesting using the current site as the battlefield?" The new Minister of Defense looked at Jackson with surprise and asked. Seeing Jackson nod, he continued, "It's surrounded by mountains on three sides, the mountains are high and the forest is dense, providing excellent concealnt, and after the battle, our satellites would fail to see anything for three minutes, not knowing what the enemies might have done during that ti. I still propose selecting another battlefield."
"What about the bodies of our brothers? Send soone with a white flag to retrieve them? Mr. Minister, no offense, but if we miss this opportunity, it might be difficult to find him again later. As far as traps go, under the overwhelming force, they are rely ornants. I believe in the courage and determination of our soldiers, along with the power of the War God." Jackson, sowhat exasperated, reminded.
The new Minister of Defense attempted to counterargue, but the President intervened quickly to diate, giving Jackson a stern look. Young people indeed have their tempers, lacking in the art of concealnt and discretion, requiring cultivation. Nonetheless, the President appreciated Jackson's boldness and said to the new Minister of Defense, "It's good for young people to be energetic, but us older folks need to stabilize the situation. Mr. Minister, let's hear your proposal."
"Yes, indeed, compared to the young folks, we seem older." The new Minister of Defense, seeing the President diating, took the step down gracefully after gaining due respect, glanced at Jackson, and continued: "Jackson's proposal isn't unfounded; the soldiers' bodies are still on the battlefield. We can't just leave them there. If enemies are lying in ambush, it ans the battle is unavoidable. In that case, we might as well counter-strike."
"What is everyone's opinion?" The President looked at the others.
Everyone, being perceptive, noticed the President's slight inclination, and with the Defense Minister already having expressed an opinion, there was no need to offend anyone. They unanimously nodded in agreent. After a mont's contemplation, the President said, "In that case, Mr. Minister, let's hear your proposal."
"Yes." The minister promptly replied, "Deploy the nearest ground troops to retrieve the soldiers' bodies, have other troops monitor from the periphery, and synchronize air power. If any enemy presence is detected, strike decisively. Should any resistance arise, consider escalating the battle, employing missiles and fighter jets to resolve the enemy decisively."
The President glanced at Jackson, who pondered and nodded at the President. The President turned to the others, who all expressed agreent, confident that resistance would be futile in the face of Sam Country's absolute military power. After contemplating montarily, with a stern face, the President declared, "That's decided then. Jackson, you're to go to the frontline and take on the role of frontline commander, obeying direct orders from the Minister. Mr. Minister, you will oversee the command. Gentlen, the honor of Sam Country cannot be sullied; it requires our concerted effort to defend it."
"Yes." Everyone rose and responded in unison, their peripheral glances directed at Jackson, filled with envy and jealousy. How could this battle's accolades be scarce, given its significant implications? Facing overwhelming might, no one doubted they would lose.
Jackson was also filled with fighting spirit, secretly clenching his fist, his eyes brimming with intent to battle.
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