In the South Pacific, a small island about two hundred nautical miles away from the Tropic of Capricorn.
On the swaying coconut shadows, a man in a life jacket was lying face down on the beach.
On the beach behind him, a long trail extended to the edge of the sea.
Obviously, he was washed up by the wave when the tide was high.
After a long time, the man's eyebrows moved, and a painful groan came from his throat, followed by a violent cough. The seagulls perched on the palm tree were startled and flew away. He used his hands to support himself on the beach, barely turned over, and leaned against the coconut tree.
Brian, the UA Navy Admiral, the commander-in-chief of the Eisenhower Aircraft Carrier Battle Group, was originally preparing to launch a raid on the space elevator with his fleet. However, when he joined with the other four fleets in the Mariana Islands, he suddenly encountered a Category 15 typhoon …
Brian swore to God that he had never encountered such a bizarre incident in his life.
The weather forecast clearly showed that the Mariana Islands would be sunny that day, but just after they met, dark clouds like a pot lid floated in the sky. It didn't take long for a wave tens of meters high to directly hit the fleet, and the violent hurricane even broke the wings of the F-35.
The formation originally prepared to deal with the Celestial Trade Navy ended up becoming a shackle that tied their feet. Except for the submarines underwater and a few light ships on the periphery of the fleet that may have escaped, the entire fleet was almost wiped out.
Brian had forgotten how he had survived the ordeal.
He only vaguely remembered that as soon as he put on a life jacket, a wave carrying a heavy object smashed the glass of the bridge and swept all the people inside out. At that time, the aircraft carrier had already flipped over, and the carrier-based aircraft and the ground crew on the deck that didn't have time to take off fell into the sea like dumplings.
Brian opened the cover of his watch and learned from the compass on the cover and the position of the sun that he was now in the Southern Hemisphere. As for which deserted island he was on, only the heavens would know …
Brian smiled bitterly and was just about to get up from the ground.
However, at this moment, a few spears fell on his neck.
Cold sweat emerged in an instant. Brian gave up on getting up from the ground and raised his hands instead. He tried his best to squeeze out a smile that was slightly friendlier than his crying face as he spoke to the few aborigines wearing palm leaves.
"Can you speak English?"
This was obviously nonsense.
The natives discussed among themselves. No one knew if they were debating whether they should eat him raw or boil him …
Just as Brian was feeling hopeless about his future, he suddenly saw a familiar face.
For a moment, he was stunned.
Because he was too shocked, he was momentarily at a loss for words. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped …
"Out of the way, out of the way."
The natives stepped aside.
He had a big belly, was wearing palm leaves, and his blond hair was like a flat cap.
"President, sir …"
Admiral Brian gulped and stared at Trump in disbelief, not knowing what to say.
Although the official statement was that his whereabouts were unknown, everyone thought that he was dead …
"Mr. President?" Trump's eyebrows furrowed as he inserted the spear in his hand into the ground. Not only was he not happy to meet his own kind, but there was a flash of awkwardness in his eyes as he muttered in a low voice, "What an interesting title, damn it … why is it such a coincidence!"
"But Mr. President, you …"
"I'm dead, right? Let me guess, now our President should be Mike Pence. Although I don't know what he did, since you are here, I guess it's probably not a good thing. "Trump slanted a glance at Brian and cursed a few times.
From the moment the engine of Air Force One caught fire, he understood everything.
In retrospect, the meaningful smile on Secretary of State Tillerson's face during their last meeting was really meaningful.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Trump wiped his mouth and patted the shoulder of the native standing next to him as if he was an employee of the Trump Group, "They are a group of good people, at least they are very good to me."
"Come with me, you won't be able to guess what I found on this island."
"A plane, P-51A 'Mustang', the wing was shot and rusted … Anyway, it has been broken for many years. Most likely it was the old debt from the Pacific War. The unlucky young man didn't go home until he died, and he was regarded as a 'god' by the natives here. Maybe because of my blond hair, they regarded me as a messenger of God or something … Anyway, that's my guess. "
Perhaps because no one had talked to him for a while, Trump was very talkative.
Admiral Brian couldn't help but ask as he followed the rambling former Mr. President.
"Don't you want to go back?"
"Go back?"
As if he heard something funny, Trump suddenly stopped, turned his head, opened his arms, raised his voice, and laughed out of anger, "Why should I go back? To be the last president of the United States? Or do you think I can clean up the mess left by that old faker? Why doesn't he ask his God? In front of him! "
In many public appearances, Mike Pence has declared that he is a Christian first and a Republican second. In the early days, Trump used this point to talk until he won the party's election.
Brian, who was hit by the spit, stood there with his head down, unable to answer a single word.
Although he didn't believe that the United States would lose the war.
Even if the five aircraft carrier battle groups were defeated in the Pacific Ocean, they still had Ohio-class nuclear submarines and Trident nuclear missiles …
Trump threw the spear in his hand on Brian's chest.
As Brian hurriedly caught it, he noticed that the natives were looking at him with envy.
It was as if it was a supreme honor to help their "god" carry the spear.
"Don't even think about going back. Don't be so frustrated, relax. " After a pause, Trump raised his chin, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "This is my kingdom. From now on, you are the marshal of the Donald Kingdom. Do a good job, General Brian, I have high hopes for you. "
…
Cheyenne Mountain was located in Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA. The city had a small population, but it had the most heavily guarded cave military base in the world.
The tunnel of this military base had a granite mountain with a thickness of more than three hundred meters. Under the maze-like command post were huge springs and rubber pads that could resist a direct strategic nuclear strike. There was a full set of three-defense survival systems for 6,000 people that could survive for several months in a nuclear war environment.
This was known as the "nerve center" of the UA military. All military forces of the UA could be mobilized here. Even if the Pentagon and the White House both fell, as long as the president and the Secretary of Defense had one foot in here, then the UA people still had hope of turning the tables …
At least that was what the UA people thought.
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