It was not only South Colombia that saw the dawn of unification.
Trump's election also made Vargas, the President of North Colombia, see hope.
Six months ago, the former Colombian president was assassinated. As the vice president, he took over the military and political power of North Colombia with the assistance of NATO. Even if the civil war did not go well from the beginning, he always believed that the loss of the war was not because NATO could not defeat Celestial Trade, but because the Hill government, which led the war, was too weak.
"Although Celestial Trade is slightly better in military technology, war has never been a simple competition of science and technology. In addition to technological factors, there are many factors that determine the outcome of the war, including industrial strength, economic strength, diplomatic strength, and so on. I believe I don't need to explain these again. You should be very clear. "
At the highest meeting of the Colombian Military Commission, Vargas banged his fist on the table and said loudly.
Although no matter which factor, North Colombia could not compare with Celestial Trade, Celestial Trade could not be compared with the huge war machine of NATO in any of the previously mentioned factors.
Celestial Trade's advantage was that the war remained at a small stage. Once the war escalated, Xin would be dragged into a quagmire that could even engulf them. The Democratic Party, which represented the left, could not make up its mind to fight Celestial Trade, but the Republican Party, which represented the right, was different. Even Trump, who belonged to the extreme conservative faction in the Republican Party, was different.
Once a full-scale war broke out, the final outcome would be that the damn yellow-skinned monkey would be sent to the gallows by the UA soldiers.
Just like how Saddam was hanged!
"… The victory or defeat of a local war does not mean anything. As long as the battlefield expands beyond Colombia, NATO will crush Celestial Trade as easily as crushing an ant!"
Vargas's passionate voice fell, and the entire conference room was silent.
The silence lasted for about three seconds before there was warm applause.
The applause gradually stopped.
"… The key to the question is, will the UA really escalate the war with Celestial Trade for us?" After listening to President Vargas's speech, the North Colombian General said hesitantly, "If the war escalates, even if NATO eventually wins, the price paid will definitely not be easy."
"Until last week, I was also thinking about this issue." After a pause, Vargas raised the corner of his mouth and continued, "However, just the day before yesterday, Wall Street gave us a big gift."
Whispers came from the conference table, and the members of the Military Council looked at each other.
They were discussing Celestial Trade and NATO just a second ago. Why did the topic suddenly change to Wall Street?
"Just two days ago, our 'Columbia Unified Foundation' received two billion dollars in donations, and on the list of donors, there are surnames such as Morgan, Rockefeller, Martin, and Bush." With his hands on the table, Vargas couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. He looked around at the military commission members present, "Comrades, think about it, what does this mean? This means that Wall Street, which represents the elites of North America, is on our side. North America's military-industrial complex is on our side! "
At this moment, the expressions on everyone's faces began to change slightly.
Military industrial complex.
After hearing the name of Wall Street, many people still felt disapproving. But after hearing the name of the military-industrial complex, almost everyone's face showed a joyful expression. It was one of the most powerful political forces in North America. It had been responsible for almost 90% of the foreign wars in the United States since the 1950s.
After the collapse of Goldman Sachs, everyone knew who the arms giant in North America was.
This list allowed everyone present to see the hope of recovering their lost territory.
"… the opinion of Wall Street cannot represent the opinion of the Capital, but this donation list can be used as a reference," the supreme commander of North Colombia said. "To be on the safe side, we can first test the reaction of South Colombia, Celestial Trade, and the UA through the border incident."
"Do as you say!" Vargas said.
…
December 26th, the atmosphere of Christmas had not completely faded. The snowy streets of Caucasia in the northern province of Antioquia were still filled with the fragrance of roast turkey and Tulon candy. Evergreen trees, red ribbons, and big bells. Children laughed and ran around the snowman. Adults walked together in groups of three to five, talking and laughing.
The tavern located on the corner was like a stove, melting all the enthusiasm of people for winter into the fragrance of malt beer. Although this year's Christmas was much worse than in previous years because of the war, people's good wishes for tomorrow remained unchanged.
Everyone believed that tomorrow would be better. They believed that North and South Colombia would eventually reach a reconciliation. They believed that the outposts and border stations outside the town would be removed. Next year's Christmas, the people working far away in Monteria would be able to return home for the holiday …
"At this time, I should be drinking beer by the warm fireplace, not standing guard in this broken place." A soldier with an AK47 rifle and a thick snowsuit squatted by the fire, pulled the collar stuck to his neck, and looked at the jungle not far away. "Seriously, even soldiers need to take a vacation."
"Let's talk about something happy. Maybe the war will end next year?"
"Haha, that's a good joke."
There was a hint of sadness in the laughter. The captain stirred the fire with a dead branch, and the soldier who spoke before was also silent.
Just then, the sound of a car engine came from not far away.
"There's movement outside."
The captain threw the branch into the fire, then stood up from the ground with his rifle. "Carlos, go take a look outside."
"Okay."
Carlos patted the snow on his thigh and gestured to the sentinel standing on the tower. Then, he walked outside the outpost with the AK47, stopped in the middle of the road, and raised his right hand toward the van from North Colombia.
The van slowly stopped, the door opened, and a man wearing a thick leather jacket and a knitted hat got out of the car.
"South Colombia is in front, show me your ID," Carlos said.
The man did not speak, but put his hand into his pocket.
However, what escaped was not an ID at all, but a pistol.
Bang bang!!!
Two gunshots without warning ignited the gunfight outside the outpost.
Carlos was shot in the chest. He fell in the snow, and his limbs gradually lost feeling.
With the last of his vision, he saw masked soldiers get out of the van, and military boots stepped past him. After a brief exchange of fire, they quickly rushed into the border outpost.
The gunshots that sounded like scattered beans gradually faded away, along with the last of his consciousness.
About ten minutes later, the townspeople of Caucasia were surprised to see smoke rising from the direction of the border outpost.
When the border guards stationed nearby arrived, all the people who attacked the outpost had left, leaving only a burning outpost, a wall full of bullet marks, and a South Colombian flag that was burned to half …
On the day of the incident, the President of South Colombia, Timochenko, happened to be on a state visit to Coro City …
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