Chapter 1485: Ways to Conquer the World (First Update, Please Subscribe)

The spring of 1996 was destined to be restless.

After twelve months of warm-up battles, almost all the belligerents had completed their war preparations, with millions of troops scattered across battlefields from Europe to America and even Africa.

The flames of war are destined to burn more and more fiercely this year, and in a way that people have never witnessed before.

As spring approached, more and more planes, more and more tanks, and of course, more troops appeared on the battlefields in the western United States.

It seems that they are trying their best to send all the advanced weapons to the west, trying to use advanced weapons to win the victory in the western battlefield. Aircraft and tanks, which were rare last year, are now becoming more and more common.

With advanced equipment, we should always make use of it.

Once again, lying on the huge map table, Arthur MacArthur was drawing something with a red pencil, his brows furrowed from time to time.

"That won't work..."

Just as he was talking to himself, his adjutant, Major Melson, walked in.

"General, telegram from Washington."

He just glanced up at his adjutant, then buried his head in the map again.

"General, Washington asked, when will you launch a counterattack?"

"Counterattack, counterattack,"

MacArthur said bluntly.

"Do they think that if they give us tanks and planes, we will immediately win a glorious victory? Really, do they think that fighting a war is like an election, and that we can win it just by talking? What a bunch of wishful thinking. They don't even know what war is."

Complaining, MacArthur drew a line on the map, then threw his pencil on the table and stood up and spoke to his adjutant.

"What did they say in the telegram? Was the whole of Washington and the United States expecting news of my victory?"

"Yes, General."

"Got it. Tell them that I will do my best to thwart the Imperial Army's attack!"

"Yes, General. Would you like something to eat now? I've asked the kitchen to prepare breakfast."

Myerson asked respectfully.

"Um."

MacArthur nodded, then stared at the map again, his right elbow resting on his left hand, his right hand touching his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

MacArthur, the commander of the US military in California, did not sleep all night yesterday. As a soldier, his energy can be described as overly vigorous. Sometimes, he can even go without sleep for several days in a row. However, a night of hard work still showed some signs of fatigue on his face. If it were not for the confident look in his eyes, it would be easy to associate him with the word decadence.

"General, would you like a cup of coffee first?"

"It should be thicker."

MacArthur nodded.

A moment later, Melson picked up the coffee pot brought by the orderly and poured a cup of coffee for MacArthur. He handed the cup to the general and spoke.

"General, your coffee."

"Thanks."

MacArthur asked after taking the cup and taking a sip of coffee.

"Melson, when do you think the Ming army will launch an attack?"

“Like you said, in the spring, they’re definitely going to attack in the spring.”

"Yes, just recently..."

MacArthur said bluntly.

"They have waited all winter, and now, now is the time for them to launch an attack. Their goal must be to capture California. Once California is captured, we will lose our foothold in the Pacific, and our fleet..."

By that time, the fleet would have only one choice, which was to withdraw from the Pacific Ocean, or to go to Australia to reunite with the British, but by that time, the entire North Pacific would belong to the Ming Empire.

The west coasts of North and South America will become the confinement of the Ming Empire, and in the end the entire Pacific Ocean will even become the empire's inland sea. For the United States, losing California will definitely be a disaster, and what MacArthur needs to do is to prevent all this.

"Please issue these orders later and have the Second and Third Armored Divisions complete their adaptive training as soon as possible. Tell them that I am waiting for their news. Oh, no, the entire United States is waiting for their good news. After I finish breakfast, ask the Chief of Staff to come over. I have something to discuss with him."

As he spoke, MacArthur picked up a dozen command documents on the table and handed them to his adjutant.

"Yes, General."

After taking the document, Myerson looked at the general and said.

"General, you seem to be in a good mood today."

"Then you are wrong. I have not been in a good mood since the day when the Imperial Army resumed its attack. Do you know what is the most annoying thing in this world?"

MacArthur asked as he finished his coffee and was filling his pipe with tobacco.

"What?"

“It’s just the uncertainty.”

Nodding his pipe and taking a long drag, MacArthur said.

"While I am certain that the Ming Empire will capture California, I am not sure whether they will attack from the north or the south."

"The South... that's Mexico. Didn't they say they would remain neutral?"

Myerson said with some doubt.

"Moreover, from the intelligence we have, Mexico has no intention of declaring war on the United States. Moreover, California...if Mexico declares war on the United States, they will definitely ask for the recovery of the so-called occupied territories. Mexico will gain millions of square kilometers of land. How can the Ming Empire accept the rise of Mexico?"

"That's true, but..."

MacArthur shook his head.

"Don't forget, the husband of the Mexican Crown Prince is a prince of the Ming Empire. There are millions of Ming people living in Mexico. Mexico is turning into another Ming Empire, or becoming "Sinicized". God, Melson, do you know what the most powerful weapon of those Chinese immigrants is?"

"The most powerful weapon? I don't quite understand."

Looking at the puzzled Myerson, MacArthur said.

"You should go to Mexico. When you get there, you will find that Mexico is now full of Chinese people. Many of them have married Mexican wives. Then what do they do?"

After taking a puff of his cigarette, MacArthur said in a slightly frightened tone.

"They just keep giving birth! In their country, there's a saying called 'more children, more blessings'. They have a fertility that drives people crazy. Both men and women give birth like crazy. Now in Mexico, five out of every ten children are of Chinese descent. Do you believe it? In just less than 30 years, they conquered Mexico with their wombs. No, the wombs belong to those of European, European-Indian and Indian women in Mexico. They conquered Mexican women, and then they conquered Mexico..."

In fact, it is not just Mexico, but also Cuba. The situation in Cuba is the same as that in Mexico, with more and more Chinese-mixed-race people becoming the mainstream of the population.

Before Mexico, who could have thought that a country could be conquered in this way? In fact, the Spanish also conquered South America in this way. Most of the so-called Latin Americans are of mixed European and Indian descent. Now the Ming Dynasty is just following suit.

MacArthur took a deep puff of his pipe, as if trying to cheer himself up and give himself courage, and then he spoke again.

"Do you know what this means? It means that everything you said before no longer exists! They may not tolerate the existence of a powerful Mexico, but what if Mexicans are also Chinese? Then the problem has changed!"

The general's reminder stunned Melson. Mexico is no longer Mexico... When he was surprised, he heard the general say.

“So now, we have to deal with the Mexican problem.”

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(End of this chapter)