The pressure from the US imperialism has increased, and international public opinion has become one-sided, all pointing to the US imperialism as the mastermind.
Su State, inside the Ice City.
"President, the whole world now believes that the American emperor did it, and our media here are also creating public opinion." A political commissar bent over and reported.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the room, and a man with a thick black beard held a cigar in his hand and slowly turned around from the leather chair.
"Do you think it was really the American imperialists who did it?" the president said.
The political commissar thought for a while and replied: "That missile carries at least 1,500 kilograms of high explosives. I am afraid that only Virtue in the world has such an ability, and even we...can't do it."
The cigar was glowing red. After half the smoke, the man blew out a puff of smoke and solemnly said, "No, I don't think he is an American emperor."
"If it is really the US imperialism, they should openly admit it instead of explaining it to the whole world. If they really have such ability, they will not deny it. They will even use it to threaten other countries."
"Hua ShengdUn is not a person with a rat head and a rat tail."
The political commissar was puzzled, "Then you think that Germany dropped the missile on Sakura? That shouldn't be the case... They are allies, and they have no reason to do this."
The president shook his head. He couldn't figure it out for a moment, but his intuition told him that this matter had nothing to do with the United States.
At this time, there was a shock in the White House, and an intelligence agent quickly ran to Washington dUn.
The intelligence agent rushed to the president's office with a few pieces of paper in his hand.
"President! Found some!"
Huasheng dUn was shocked and quickly took the paper from the intelligence agent's hand, "What is this?"
The intelligence agent with curly yellow hair hurriedly explained: "President, our military has monitored part of the trajectory of the missile through radar. This is the radar monitoring map of part of the trajectory of the missile."
"Through radar monitoring, it is likely that this missile was launched from the northwest region of Shanxi, China. The radar monitoring area is not complete and only captured this part."
Huasheng dUn frowned, "Where?"
"Huaxia, northwest Shanxi?"
"Yes, President, the radar shows that it is like this, and the final area monitored by radar is most likely to be within the jurisdiction of the 18th National Army!" the intelligence agent continued to explain.
Huasheng dUn clenched his fists, "Immediately release the images detected by the radar to the world. We need an explanation!"
"It's the president!"
...
Radar monitoring images have been released, and public opinion around the world has instantly changed the direction of the situation.
The world is shocked, China already has missile strike capabilities!
[Civil Daily: It is suspected that China has missile strike capabilities. It launched missiles to Sakura and destroyed millions of people, becoming the world's top military power! 】
...
Daya Bay Eighth Route Army Headquarters.
At this moment, the boss of Daya Bay almost spat out a mouthful of water after reading the newspaper. Wasn't he the 18th North Shanxi Army Group mentioned in the newspaper?
Ding Lingling...!
"Boss, this is already the seventeenth call I've made, and I'm still asking you to explain about the missile..." Staff Zuo said.
The boss frowned, "Explain? Explain what!"
"I'm staying here so well that I don't even know about missiles. What nonsense! Do you really want those international reporters to come to my place to see if my Eighth Route Army can afford missiles?"
"What nonsense! If I really had some bullshit missile, why would I go to such trouble to fight a little devil!"
boom! The boss slammed his fist on the table in anger. What does this mean? A black hat on? I won’t answer!
"Besides, a little devil's den will explode if it really explodes. This is a damn good thing. Why are you asking so many questions!"
"No matter who called me, I hung up the phone. I'm worried!"
Staff Officer Zuo paused, "Okay, boss, I'll hang up for you."
The boss nodded, "Yes."
"Oh, by the way, where did this call come from?"
Staff officer Zuo said calmly: "Yan an."
The boss was startled, "Quick, give me the phone!"
...
In Heiyun Village, Lin Zhong has only been thinking about one thing these days, expanding his troops!
According to the current equipment, at least one heavy division can be assembled.
Lin Zhong stood on the hillside looking at the playground and nodded with satisfaction, "Now the New First Brigade has expanded to 10,000 people, but it is not enough."
"Zhang Dabiao."
"Come to the brigade commander, your orders!" Zhang Dabiao stood behind Lin Zhong and shouted.
Lin Zhong's face showed a bit of displeasure, "Da Biao, are we a little short of people and insecure?"
Zhang Dabiao was stunned, "Brigadier Commander, our soldiers including the logistics troops have exceeded 10,000, even more than the total strength of our 129th Division..."
"Is this... little?"
Lin Zhong turned to stare at Zhang Dabiao, "No!"
"It's still too little. I feel very insecure recently, do you understand?"
Zhang Dabiao: "..."
"Then what do you mean, expansion of troops?"
"I'll give you 50,000 yuan in the warehouse and expand the force to 15,000 men within a month. I don't care what method you use!" Lin Zhong shouted.
"Fifty thousand!? It's the brigade commander! I promise to complete the mission!" Zhang Dabiao immediately stood up and saluted.
After Zhang Dabiao left, Lin Zhong took Monk Duan Peng and went straight to the arsenal.
After a period of development, the military factory has officially got on the right track. In less than a month, the first batch of equipment manufactured by the military factory has been successfully produced.
Five hundred 38-guns, twenty mortars, ten heavy machine guns...
Lin Zhong looked at the equipment at the entrance of the military factory and smiled. It was great to be able to make these in such a short period of time.
"Duan Peng, take these equipment and a ton of food and go to the headquarters with me."
"It's the brigade commander!" Duan Peng saluted, and suddenly seemed to realize something, "Brigade commander, do you... have a fever?"
"Can we bring something back if we take it there?"
Snapped! Lin Zhong slapped him.
"Can you fucking have some structure? If you are poor, you can do well alone and if you are successful, you can help the world. Do you understand?"
Duan Peng scratched his head, "When did the brigade commander have such a pattern..."
Two hours later, Lin Zhong arrived at Daya Bay with his equipment. Before he even entered the door, he heard his boss getting angry inside the house.
"Fart! I won't bear the blame! Contact the media and tell them that this matter has nothing to do with me!"
"Damn it, I can't afford to eat three dishes at a meal. Tell me what kind of missiles we have on the 8th Route!"
The angry boss slapped the table repeatedly.
"Lin Zhong of the New First Brigade is reporting to the headquarters!" Lin Zhong stood at the door and shouted.
The boss paused, "You know why I asked you to come to the headquarters, right?"
Lin Zhong thought for a while, I don't know...
"Boss, do you have an important combat mission?"
The boss frowned and said, "You should have read the newspaper. Do you know what's going on with the missile?"
