Originally, Sean planned to sink into the Pacific Ocean with the USS Obama, but at the moment when the freighter was thrown onto the deck of the aircraft carrier by the roaring typhoon, he finally became timid.
People were afraid of death after all.
What's more, his desire for power was still slightly greater than his pure faith in the dream of reviving the United States.
With the desperate rescue of the Presidential Guards, Sean safely retreated to the bottom of the cabin. Before the USS Obama sank, he got into the submersible used for escape and evacuated the silent giant ship with several members of Congress of the same party.
Curled up in the submersible, he carefully calculated his future.
Panama was definitely out of the question. The USN fleet was wiped out by the weather weapon, and NAC's next stop was bound to be the concentration camp in Panama.
Originally, he planned to go to Boston, the "Holy Land of Revolution in the Thirteen Colonies" on the East Coast, to gather like-minded allies and look for an opportunity to make a comeback. However, their submersible had only traveled a few dozen nautical miles when they were intercepted by the submarine of the Beluga Station.
There was nothing much to say about what happened next.
It didn't take long for him and the captives who were also scooped up to be sent here by the Beluga Station's freighter.
Sean, who was standing in the middle of a group of captives, looked at the man in his early twenties with an ashen face. He only felt a chill down his spine.
Although it was the first time he saw the legendary NAC General, he had long heard of the various legends of the General. Up until two days ago, he still held a disdainful attitude towards these rumors, believing that this so-called marshal was nothing more than a monkey wearing a crown and wearing a monkey's hat.
As for now …
His insignificant ego had long sunk into the trench under the Pacific Ocean with the sinking of the USS Obama.
Just as Sean was looking at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen was also looking at him with interest.
After retrieving the image records stored in the chip in the back of Zhou Guoping's brain, he had already seen the legendary President of the United States on the computer at the command center. The difference between the real person and the holographic image was that in his evasive eyes, there was no longer any arrogance and pride. What was left was only fear and anxiety.
"Mr. President?"
Sean swallowed and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. He said timidly, "I don't dare, I don't dare …"
"I heard that you plan to hang me on the mast of USS Obama?" Jiang Chen joked as he looked at the panicking Sean.
He had heard this sentence from Zhou Guoping in a speech to the voters.
The president seemed to have said a lot of similar bold words. Jiang Chen just casually repeated them, but he didn't expect the president to be so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe.
"Those …" Sean swallowed hard and smiled apologetically. "Those are all misinformation. There is absolutely no such thing … Your subordinates must have misheard."
Jiang Chen looked at him with a half-smile, then finally looked at the captain of the Beluga Whale and pointed to the slaves.
"Name a price for these people."
Seeing that the General of NAC personally wanted to talk business with him, the captain didn't dare to quote the previous price of 50 credits per person. After hesitating for a moment, he chose a middle number and cautiously said, "30 credits per person."
Thirty credits was a little higher than the expected price, but not by much.
"Two hundred and seventy people, 8,100 points." Jiang Chen nodded and looked at the port staff next to him. "Pay him the money later. Find a few containers to settle these slaves. Panama should be finished soon. When Li Wang brings our colonists home, we'll send them over. "
After he said this, Jiang Chen was too lazy to care about the ashen expressions on the faces of these people. He turned around and left the port.
What awaited them was an endless cycle of work and leisure.
Until they died, they would work under the supervision of those who had been oppressed by them.
…
After the trouble with USN was solved, Jiang Chen spent a rare peaceful weekend in North America.
Outpost Town, which had been restored to order, was like a magnet in the ruins. An endless stream of caravans quickly gathered here again. When they saw the familiar flag and the familiar goods in the warehouse, all the transactions were carried out as before as if nothing had happened.
In this leisurely week, Jiang Chen accepted the invitation of the two leaders, Paul Levi and Brian Eddie, and took the time to visit Liberty City and Steel City respectively. He was warmly welcomed at the same time.
Perhaps because the two sides reached an agreement on the "climate issue", the attitude of the two West Coast native survivors toward Outpost Town and NAC was not as stiff as at the beginning. In addition to trade, the two sides also reached cooperation on issues such as eliminating raiders and the mutated human tribe.
As for the specific details of these cooperation, Jiang Chen left them to Zhou Guoping. After all, he was the governor of the colony, and he would return to Wanghai in a few days.
At noon on the eighth day, AS Order appeared on the horizon outside the West Coast.
Two freighters followed the steel airship from afar. The colonists stood on the deck, cheering at the West Coast or crying with excitement. In this month, they suffered humiliation. Many people died in Central America, and less than half of them returned alive.
The suffering of more than a month was finally over.
At the colonial port, Jiang Chen met the triumphant Li Wang.
First, he praised the glorious achievements of the soldiers in Panama, then Jiang Chen stood on the lift at the port and gave a moving speech of condolences to the colonists who returned home.
After doing all this, Jiang Chen asked Zhou Guoping to take care of the poor people and then returned to the colony's headquarters with Li Wang and the others.
As for the triumphant ceremony, the award ceremony, and the like, they were traditionally held in the square of the Sixth Street.
"… In addition to our people, there are about 20,000 South American survivors. When we attacked the USN Panama base, we received their help. I want to ask your opinion, how should we deal with them? "Li Wang looked at Jiang Chen and asked.
"The base in Panama can be retained." Jiang Chen looked at the world map hanging on the wall. "It is also very important for us. It is the gateway from the West Coast to the East Coast."
"Our next target is the East Coast?" Li Wang asked.
"Let's talk about it later. Finish the food in your bowl first." Jiang Chen smiled. "The West Coast hasn't been fully digested yet. If you rush to the East Coast to join in the fun, don't get yourself into trouble again and have to save the day."
The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
After pausing for a moment, Jiang Chen looked at the world map and said casually.
"When I go back, I plan to promote army reform."
"Is this the opinion of Staff Officer Han?" Li Wang asked tentatively.
"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded.
With the expansion of the territory and the increase in the population base, the NAC military government now had more than 100,000 soldiers. The current army establishment of the NAC was no longer suitable for its huge size, and reform was imperative.
In fact, as early as the end of last year, Han Junhua suggested this to Jiang Chen and even wrote a reform plan, but it was not implemented for various reasons.
When he returned to Wanghai this time, the long-delayed reform should have a result …
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