Although the airship troops' multiple bombings on Fort Grant all ended in failure due to interception by the US Air Force, it did not affect the offensive of the Imperial Army.

As soon as the troops occupied "Fort Eagle's Lair", the attacking force began to attack the nearby "Fort Major Whitney". The entire Fort Grant consisted of a total of 7 fortresses of various sizes.

The following battle was like an ant gnawing at a bone, with the troops gnawing at this hard bone bit by bit. From April 7 to May 13, after 36 days of fierce fighting, the Imperial Army finally removed the last obstacle, and Fort Grant finally appeared before their eyes.

Fort Grant, lying between the Coast Range and the Sierra Nevada, was built on a mountain 1,200 meters above sea level. The fortress built on the mountain not only had thick surface fortifications, but also went deep into the hinterland of the mountain. This was the last obstacle to the Grand Valley. If this fortress was breached, the entire Grand Valley - from the state capital Sacramento to St. Francis, all the cities, would open their doors to the empire.

"This is the last dress of the Golden Goddess..."

Lieutenant General Post, who was in Fort Grant, once again used a telescope to observe the fortifications of the Imperial Legion in the distance. They had already built trenches and other emergency fortifications stretching for dozens of kilometers at the foot of the mountain.

"As long as they rush through here, the golden goddess of California will appear naked before their eyes."

As the commander of the Sixth Army, Post has racked his brains in the past month to defend the fortress, but the imperial invaders have no martial ethics. Even if they have no chance to use the "Scepter of God", they will still use long-range heavy artillery to remove the artillery positions on the surface of the fortress, and then use siege artillery to bombard the fortress bit by bit, and finally use infantry assault tactics to seize the fortress under heavy artillery fire.

With the new infantry assault tactics combined with the lightweight submachine gun, their offensive was simply unstoppable.

"General, we still need to further strengthen our forces here."

"More than just reinforcements."

Put down the telescope, Post said.

"Tell Mike that if he wants me to hold this place, I will need at least three divisions of reinforcements. In addition, I will need at least 300 tanks and long-range artillery, as well as submachine guns..."

When talking about submachine guns, General Post's eyes were full of desire. Before the war broke out, who could have imagined that there would be such a light automatic weapon in the world, one machine gun for each person!

Oh my God!

Until now, Post still remembers his amazement when he first saw the submachine gun. It was definitely a masterpiece, but it belonged to the enemy. Moreover, it brought unprecedented casualties to the US military in battle. Even the bravest American soldiers could not resist the submachine gun's fire. After all, the human body could not resist bullets, let alone bullets fired like water from a rubber hose.

"We need submachine guns, the faster the better. The reason why the Empire's infantry assault groups are so powerful is because they have submachine guns. God can testify that with submachine guns, we can blast their assault troops out of the trenches..."

Why did Post say this? Because from last year until now, almost all American soldiers have pointed out that every Ming devil has a machine gun. At the beginning, everyone scoffed at this information.

Is it possible for each person to have a machine gun?

Moreover, it is a machine gun that is light enough to be carried by one person and can accompany infantry in charging into battle on the battlefield.

There is absolutely no such weapon in the world. It is just a lie made up by a group of cowards to cover up their cowardice. However, more and more reports have forced the military to pay attention to this information.

It was not until a few months ago, after seizing several submachine guns, that they finally learned of the existence of this weapon and understood why the Empire's assault groups were able to sweep across the battlefield and run rampant on the battlefield.

Almost immediately they made the decision to copy this weapon.

As he said this, Post couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh my God, it's really hard to imagine what kind of enemy we are facing. Tanks, planes, machine guns, and submachine guns were all invented by them, and now... these enemies with submachine guns and driving tanks are coming to kill us, and we..."

Post even said it in a tone full of sadness.

"We can only use the pitiful and worthless rifles in our hands to resist the invasion armed with airplanes, heavy artillery, tanks and submachine guns. I feel like we are Indians now. Facing them, we are just a group of primitive people..."

"Yes, General."

Major General Smith said.

"We are now facing a group of invaders who are armed to the teeth."

Invaders armed to the teeth - this was the title given by American newspapers to the imperial invaders, or the "Ming devils." It seemed that this title perfectly explained why their resistance was frustrated again and again. In the final analysis, there was only one reason - it was not that the U.S. military was too incompetent, but that the Ming devils were too equipped.

"Plane flies in the sky, and tanks can only be used on flat ground, but this..."

In the Harris Machine Shop in San Francisco, Harris took out a "short rifle" with a long magazine and said to George, the general manager of Wells Fargo, in an admiring tone.

"A submachine gun has the same firing rate as a machine gun, and is as light as a rifle. George, this is the best weapon in the world. An infantryman with a submachine gun is as good as an entire platoon!"

"It's the same as the machine gun? Where did you get this from?"

George asked.

"Yes, it's the same as a machine gun, a lightweight machine gun. It was invented by the Ming devils, did you know that? The reason why those Ming devils, who were armed to the teeth, were able to defeat us was because of this..."

Patting the sturdy body of the submachine gun, Harris said to George.

"I got it from Mike a month ago. He told me that if we want to win the war, we must imitate it. George, you see, I have successfully manufactured it now, and the first batch of 500 submachine guns have been delivered to the military..."

Looking at the incredible weapon in Harris's hand, George asked in confusion.

"In that case, why did you come to me?"

George said, glancing at the factory outside the window.

"Harris, you own the largest factory in San Francisco. After the war broke out, you accepted many orders from the military. It seems that you don't need our help."

"But, George, do you think ... we can hold California?"

Harris's question made George stunned, and he immediately shook his head and said.

“I’m afraid only God knows.”

"God……"

Harris laughed.

"My friend, I know you are planning to evacuate here. We all know that the Ming devils, or invaders, will eventually occupy this place. Perhaps the final result will be to end the war through negotiations at a suitable time. Who knows? We are of course patriotic, but we are also businessmen. We must consider our own interests..."

As he spoke, he pointed out the window and said.

"I plan to move as many machines as possible from this factory to the east, where I will build a new factory. Of course, this requires a large amount of capital, so I hope you can give me a loan to produce..."

Harris said, pointing at the submachine gun.

"This submachine gun,"

"What about General MacArthur's order? California needs this weapon now!"

In response to George's question, Harris shrugged his shoulders and said.

"This... we can only pray for God's blessing! We are businessmen, and we should be businessmen! After all, this place will fall soon!"

The old group is down, so I created a new book club group: 739209015. Everyone is welcome to join and discuss and deduce the plot together.