"The weather is changing in Missouri."
Upon hearing this, the old man sighed and said to his attendants, "We were right. The war is about to begin. However...Missouri may not be immune this time."
The young man said nervously, "We're just a small town, so we shouldn't be affected too much."
Before the governor announced the news, he was the one who most wanted to go to war. However, when he learned that Missouri would also join the war, he was completely confused and his speech was a little incoherent.
"One can only hope so."
Sheriff Owen nodded, his fingers subconsciously reaching for the gun bag, as if only guns could bring him a sense of security.
Sheriff Owen had witnessed the young people rushing to the aid of the Gamma World in the past, so he naturally understood how important it was to own weapons in an era of war: especially for someone like himself who could legally carry guns around and had an official status.
"Young man, don't panic. The war may not have started yet."
Seeing that the young man seemed a little nervous, the old man jokingly said, "Perhaps our governor is only giving verbal support and it won't lead to any further conflict. Don't be too nervous."
Sheriff Owen also calmed down and spoke with the old man, "Besides, even if a war breaks out, it won't last long. It will most likely be just a small-scale conflict, which will be resolved by extraordinary people using extraordinary means. Wasn't the conflict between the Russians and Europe resolved by extraordinary people not long ago?"
He said he was comforting young people, but it seemed more like he was comforting himself.
There is nothing wrong with what they said, it is indeed possible.
"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom..."
Suddenly, there was a very noisy sound outside. The sound was extremely harsh and the noise pollution was extremely serious, which caused dissatisfaction among the guests in the pub. The waiter looked out the glass and cursed, but when he saw the scene outside, the cursing stopped.
A huge armed helicopter hovered in the sky not far from the tavern, and a ladder was dropped from the helicopter. Two military trucks appeared around it, full of fully armed soldiers.
The leading officer stepped down from the passenger seat of the truck, pushed open the door, and walked in, leaving the attendant in shock. He looked at the old man and said, "Brigadier General Mond, after re-examination by the headquarters, you have been assigned to the combat staff. Please accompany us to the 18th Division immediately!"
"The 18th Division's staff?"
The old man named Mond was a little surprised and said to the officer who looked like he had a low rank: "Oh damn, you guys don't really want to start a war?!"
The 18th Division is an extraordinary army. Most of the officers above the regimental level in the entire division are powerful extraordinary people. Although they have also received military education and understand the basic requirements of marching and fighting, they are far inferior to those experienced old officers.
Therefore, these extraordinary armies have special military experts, namely the general staff, to provide them with advice, while the officers make decisions and plans, and at the same time formulate extraordinary attacks against the enemy.
It’s not that there are no extraordinary people who are proficient in military affairs, but they are very few. Most of these extraordinary people who are proficient in military affairs are incorporated into the Seventh Division, stationed in Washington, and serve as the president’s elite troops.
And now, even a veteran Brigadier General like him, who had been retired for three or four years, was being pulled over to the General Staff. Doesn't this mean... a war could really break out here?!
Seeing that the officer didn't respond, Mond immediately became furious and shouted, "Why would an old man like me go to the General Staff? Besides, I've been retired for five years. I no longer belong to the military. Captain, please don't disturb my life!"
Seeing this, the officer felt helpless and could only say, "Brigadier General Mond, this is an order signed by the President, written by the division commander himself. Please don't embarrass us."
"In that case, tell me the truth, otherwise I won't leave here." Mond said stubbornly.
The officer hesitated for a moment, glanced around at the people in the tavern, waved his hand, and instructed the soldiers, "The following content is a military secret. Please ask these people to leave for now and sign a confidentiality agreement regarding the previous content."
Immediately, Sheriff Owen, the young man, the tavern owner, the waiter, and others were "invited" out of the tavern to sign a confidentiality agreement, while the officer stayed in the tavern to explain the current situation to Brigadier General Mond.
"Mr. Brigadier General, I believe you have also watched the news and have some understanding of the current situation."
The officer took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Currently, a group of troops from the South are approaching Missouri, but their march is extremely slow. They're most likely just trying to intimidate us, but we can't ignore them. That's why the 18th Division is being mobilized."
"We hope to leverage your extensive experience to gain a certain advantage in this confrontation."
Hearing these words, Mond didn't believe it at all.
A small captain wouldn't know too many details about such a big plan.
But it’s enough for me to know this.
After all, he hadn't been in contact with the army for a long time. He could take this opportunity to show the government and the people that the army is ultimately ruled by military commanders!
The officer described the current situation for about five minutes. Mond nodded in satisfaction and said, "I've got the general situation down now. Let's go now. I think I know what I should do."
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