Chapter 1607: Chapter 739: Jesus Could Be a Pirate Too!
White House, Situation Room.
This place has decided the direction of many world patterns.
Let’s put it this way…
Center of the world!
Far more significant than those two towers.
Little Bush sat at the head of the long table, his face was ashen from a sleepless night, his eyes ringed with black shadows.
“So, not only did Victor not stop at Portland, but he also drove a nail between us and Canada.”
“He wants an unsinkable aircraft carrier placed at our doorstep.”
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the core staff present, including the Minister of Defense, Chief of Staff, and National Security Advisor. “It seems our neighbor has grand ambitions.”
Negotiations?
What the hell is there to negotiate now!
Does Little Bush not care about saving face? If Victor loves to fight, then fight until we can’t stand it anymore, then we’ll naturally sit down for proper talks.
He leaned forward, pressing his hands on the table, looking at the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the Four-star Admiral. “General, I’m not asking about politics or diplomacy now, I’m only asking about the military. How can we stop them in Maine, and then drive these xicans into the sea? How can we destroy that damned fleet of theirs? How can we pull out that damned island nail?”
“Sir, the street battle in Portland will be very brutal, but the urban environnt also limits the technical advantage of the xican Army. We need to reinforce Maine with the most elite Light Infantry and Special Forces to fight a familiar, squad-based close combat. Simultaneously, dedicate all available air forces to continuously strike their landing sites and supply lines.”
He pointed to Machias Seal Island on the screen, “As for here, we must eliminate it quickly. We need to organize a joint sea-air strike to incapacitate its runways and facilities, then execute an island landing operation with the Marine Corps or Army Rangers. Most critically…”
His hand moved toward the red symbols representing the xican Fleet, “We must seize the opportunity, concentrate the remaining surface ships and submarine force of our Atlantic Fleet, in coordination with the Air Force, to seek a decisive battle with the xican Special Fleet. They have suffered damage from the last air raid, this is our chance.”
Little Bush listened intently, nodding occasionally.
He didn’t understand the specifics of tactical maneuvers, but he knew how to use people, and how to delegate power at critical monts.
“Follow this approach. I authorize the Departnt of Defense and the Joint Chiefs to take full charge of the military operations in Maine. Whatever resources are needed, prioritize the allocations. If cross-departnt coordination is needed, directly contact or the Chief of Staff.”
He looked at his Chief of Staff Karl Rove, “You stay in the White House, oversee coordination, ensure whatever the front line needs, we can provide from the rear. Don’t let bureaucratic procedures hold us back, and also, tell the dia we are focused solely on one thing right now: defending our land, saving our people. Everything else is no comnt.”
He then looked at Jonathan W. Green, “Mr. Minister of Defense, you personally go to The Pentagon and sit there. I need you to ensure every command is clear, every link is smooth, tell the boys in Maine that I and the entire nation are watching them, supporting them.”
“Understood!”
After the eting, Little Bush smoked two cigarettes and took out his phone to call Kreti in Canada. They had a good personal relationship.
Ottawa, Pri Minister’s Office
Kreti had just concluded an intense and divisive cabinet eting, ntally and physically exhausted, when the phone rang. He took a deep breath and picked up the receiver.
“Jean, it’s , George. The brave sailor on the ‘Montreal’, they are heroes defending sovereignty. I represent the Arican people in expressing the deepest condolences and the strongest support to you and the Canadian people.” Little Bush’s tone was sincere and powerful.
“And also, I think you feel the pressure our neighbor has brought upon us, right?”
Kreti said with so headache, “The xicans are simultaneously declaring war on both our countries, Victor is a madman.”
“You’re right,” Little Bush imdiately replied, “Jean, Victor is a gambler, he’s trying to divide us. But he made a mistake; he angered two great countries at once. We cannot let him succeed.”
He paused, his voice growing firr: “I ask you, Jean, I ask Canada to stand with us. We need your fleet, your CF-18 Hornets, to confront the xican Fleet together. We need your troops to help us retake Machias Seal Island, to pull it out so we can concentrate on solving the problem in Maine.”
Kreti’s brow twitched when he heard the other ntion Machias Seal Island as ili Soft’s land, but he knew now wasn’t the ti to discuss this issue.
The dostic clamor for war was unprecedentedly high due to the sinking of the ‘Montreal’. He knew well that if he refused at this mont, his governnt could imdiately fall, and from a national interest standpoint, allowing xico to gain a foothold on the North Arican Continental Shelf would be a long-term disaster for Canada.
Damn it!
Everyone’s playing second fiddle, you want to take control? Kreti surely had his reservations.
Kreti finally spoke, “Canada will not succumb to such blatant aggression. Our fleet will fight alongside yours, our Air Force will take to the skies in escort, but regarding the island seizure operation… we need a more detailed coordination plan, I can’t let my boys go to their deaths.”
Little Bush felt a weight lifted off his heart, his tone also eased: “Of course, my military advisors will imdiately contact your Chief of Defense Staff. We will share all intelligence, jointly plan the operation, this battle concerns the future of our North Arica.”
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