Several cars were driving on a highway in California. It was called a highway, but it was actually just an ordinary dirt road. Dust was flying everywhere when the cars were driving.
Wearing a helmet and sitting in an open-top reconnaissance car, he felt very uncomfortable. The flying dust blew in his face, so much so that Kang Mingwei had to wear a scarf. He even forgot where the scarf came from.
Was it a souvenir bought in a small town? Or a trophy from a battlefield?
None of this matters, I casually put my submachine gun on my legs, holding oranges picked from the orchard in my hand, oranges. In front of me is Sacramento, the capital of California.
He knew that the Americans would be looking out of the windows and would see him as a conqueror, an invader, that was a fact.
But before he heard a single shot, the fighting in the area was over - American troops were quickly withdrawing from the areas.
Li Hongan was sitting in the back seat of the car. Kang Mingwei turned his head towards him and occasionally chatted with him. This guy used to be a senior civil servant - the director of the Vehicle Management Bureau. Before the war, people like him were definitely well-known figures in Huizhou City. Although the officials in the empire were different from those in Tangshan, they did not have that kind of power in their hands, but they were also local celebrities.
But what about now?
He was just an ordinary soldier, but because he was a little fat, the helmet looked a little funny on his head, with his head bigger than the helmet. He was as nervous as usual.
Taking his eyes off Li Hongan's ridiculous face, Kang Mingwei looked at the other two trucks behind; they were speeding on the road, strictly maintaining a distance of 75 meters from the car in front. This was a safe distance for marching, which could ensure that one shell would not destroy both cars when they were bombarded, and there was still safe space for braking.
Now he led the entire platoon of soldiers on the road, riding in cars. When they were ordered to move forward and search, who would have thought that there were no enemies along the way.
“The search turned into a tour…”
Thinking of this, Kang Mingwei couldn't help but smile. He felt a little comfortable and seemed very relaxed.
Sitting in his seat and looking at the road ahead, Kang Mingwei couldn't help but think.
“What a beautiful country!”
Looking at the land on both sides of the road that was watered by the rivers coming down from the mountains, Kang Mingwei could imagine the harvest scene here when autumn came. This was definitely an extremely fertile field.
"Everything happened so suddenly and so beautifully,"
Leaning lazily against the chair, Kang Mingwei thought to himself.
"After a long winter of waiting, an unstoppable wave suddenly surged across North America, a force that could destroy everything in its path... The organization was so good that every detail was considered, even a small bottle of 606..."
Before they started the attack, each soldier received three bottles of 606 for emergency use. This was invented by the Imperial Pharmaceutical Company. It also has another name - Arsenicum. It is an anti-syphilis drug and the only specific drug that can treat syphilis. Before the war, it was the most profitable drug of the Imperial Pharmaceutical Company. Although it had significant side effects, for patients with syphilis who could not be treated at the time, those "small" side effects were nothing.
After the outbreak of the war, "606" became the standard equipment for soldiers. Since then, Kang Mingwei has been surprised at the foresight of the medical department, because it is indeed very important. After all, American women are quite open-minded.
Of course, "606" is just a detail. In fact, the military plan was very detailed. The standard warehouses, maps and water were exactly in the places that had been pointed out on the map; even the number and resistance capabilities of the US military and the condition of the roads - everything was in line with the pre-estimates.
"Only the Ming Dynasty..."
He thought to himself, remembering the flood of troops and thousands of vehicles pouring into the United States.
"Only the Ming Dynasty can make accurate plans for everything and implement them precisely."
At this time, the roar of an airplane came from overhead, and the hum in the air suppressed the roar of the car engine. Despite the roar, they had no intention of hiding, after all, it was an empire plane flying in the sky.
The US military planes had been hit so hard that they dared not take off.
Kang Mingwei looked up and couldn't help but smile. Twenty meters in the air, a "Falcon" plane was flying slowly along the road. The wheels extending from the bottom of the fuselage looked like the claws of a falcon.
Looking at the planes in the sky, Kang Mingwei suddenly regretted not joining the air force. Undoubtedly, pilots are the darlings of the army and the people. Even on the battlefield, they live in an unprecedentedly comfortable life, living in a manor that looks like a sanatorium. Those sent to the air force are the best young people in the country - carefree and confident young men.
When they were not on a mission, they would spend lavishly in the bar, and there would definitely be an American woman sitting in their arms - even as enemies, they liked pilots, and women liked to sit on them and laugh wantonly. Kang Mingwei had seen them there and heard them chatting. They always gathered in a small circle of their own, talking in their jargon about flying over Washington, the bombing of Oregon, the passionate American girls, and the new "Falcon Fighter".
They seemed to have never experienced death and failure, and these concepts did not seem to exist in their aristocratic, bohemian, and narrow little world.
At this moment, the Falcon fighter jet flew over the top of the car. The pilot tilted the plane and stuck his head out of the cockpit, grinning at them in the car. Kang Mingwei smiled at him and waved.
The pilot waved his wings toward them and took off over a tree-lined road that stretched ahead of them all the way to Sacramento.
Leaning casually in the front seat of the car, amid the roar of the engine and the dusty wind, a song came to Kang Mingwei's mind. It was a song he heard at a school concert.
It's a song about love.
While listening to the music that remained in her mind, Kang Mingwei closed her eyes slightly and recalled that afternoon. That day, she was sitting on the swing in the community park, humming a song and looking at him, her dress fluttering with the swing.
Thinking of his wife's appearance, Kang Mingwei smiled and immersed himself in the past. No matter what, everyone will always miss home. After all, soldiers are also mortals.
However, after a while, he dropped his head on his chest and fell asleep quickly, breathing evenly and smiling. The driver glanced at him sideways, smiled kindly, and pointed to let everyone look at him.
Looking at the platoon leader who had fallen asleep, Li Hongan admired him very much, because on the battlefield, the most difficult thing is to fall asleep. He wanted to fall asleep like this, but God knows that the tension in his heart made him dare not fall asleep at all.
"Commissioner, do you know what is Kung Fu on the battlefield?"
Private First Class Huang Peng said from the side.
“The best kung fu is not how good you are at bayoneting, or how accurate you are with your gun, or how far you can throw a grenade. It’s being like a platoon leader, being able to sleep calmly even when the sky is falling. That’s the real kung fu.”
After saying that, Huang Peng burst into laughter...
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