“It’s our responsibility!”
Stanford shouted as he looked out at the crowd on the steps of Los Angeles City Hall.
"Our duty is not to sacrifice our husbands for the military glory of Washington, nor to bury our children for the ambition of England. Our duty is to let the people of California enjoy a peaceful and happy life. Our duty is to ensure this, to do everything in our power to ensure this! After all, we are all Californians!"
Stanford, what is the former governor of California doing?
The people surrounding the City Hall were looking at him, looking at this famous billionaire, listening to his speech. Some people breathed a sigh of relief, some looked gloomy, and some were angry. In the past few days, voices calling for ending the war began to appear in Los Angeles newspapers. The so-called ending of the war meant surrendering to the empire and ending the war with the empire through negotiations.
“It’s time to consider the interests of Californians!”
Everything that the newspapers have been promoting is actually paving the way for Stanford's speech today. In fact, this speech is just a show. On the surface, it is for the people of California, but in fact, it is just for interests - for the interests of the rich and powerful.
"We are tired of our children being sacrificed for military exploits, we are tired of our homes being destroyed and our families being killed! So, it is time to take into account the interests of Californians, out of our responsibility, for the good of Californians!"
Amid cheers and boos, the mayor of Los Angeles declared Los Angeles an undefended city, and then more than a dozen other cities followed suit.
Everything happened so suddenly, so suddenly that people could hardly believe it was true.
Los Angeles, or California, surrendered... while San Francisco still put up a stubborn resistance.
"Damn Stanford!"
In the basement of the San Francisco train station, a bearded MacArthur yelled angrily.
"How dare he surrender? Damn it, he is not the governor, what right does he have to declare surrender..."
Leland Stanford is just a former governor, and the current governor is James Herbert Bull. However, in terms of reputation, Leland Stanford is definitely far more famous than James Herbert Bull. In California, people may not know the governor's name, but they definitely know the railroad tycoon Leland Stanford. After all, for Americans, money is eternal.
This is also the reason why MacArthur was so annoyed - Leland Stanford's surrender would most likely lead to the collapse of the morale of the defenders. After all, many of the defenders were Californians.
"General, these are the leaflets that the Ming devils just dropped from their planes..."
The moment he took the leaflet, MacArthur's face suddenly changed and he cursed again.
"Damn Stanford."
An airplane painted with the Imperial Suzaku emblem roared through the sky. As it flew past, thousands of leaflets flew down from the sky. The swarm of leaflets that blocked out the sun floated down like snowflakes, landing in a city filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder, with corpses lying all over the ground.
As the leaflets fell, many buildings in the city were still burning, houses collapsed, streets were severely damaged, and bricks and stones were scattered all over the ground. In the sky, several colors that did not blend with each other suddenly connected: the red of the burning flames, the smoke rising from the explosions, and the blue sky blocked by the smoke.
When the leaflets fell, Tom, like everyone else, picked up a few leaflets. He just wanted to pick up a piece of paper to wipe his butt or roll a cigarette. On the battlefield, this was roughly the purpose of leaflets. After all, it was very difficult to get paper on the battlefield.
"Thank you for the gift from the Imperial Devil..."
Just when Tom wanted to thank the Ming devils for the toilet paper as usual, his eyes fell on the flyer.
"This... the railway tycoon surrendered?"
"Stanford is not surrendering, it's telling us that Californians shouldn't die for politicians in Washington."
"Damn it, how could he surrender to the Ming devils..."
Looking at Stanford's speech on the flyer, and the sentence - "Californians, for yours and your family, return to your family!" Tom fell into silence. He... is a Californian.
On this day, the war was exceptionally calm, and the US military positions were completely silent without any sound.
…
California was bustling on this day. The 13th Division of the Imperial Army stationed in Tijuana finally crossed the border and entered California. When they crossed the border, they did not encounter any resistance. The California National Guard guarding the border directly chose to surrender.
The surrender of Leland Stanford and a large number of state legislators directly led to the collapse of the situation in California. Thousands of California soldiers left the army, and for the officers and soldiers of the 13th Division, what happened next was not a battle, but a journey.
Several cars were speeding along the dusty road. Although the land on both sides of the road was covered with cacti, making the dry land look green and peaceful, it did not change the nature of the drought here.
The speeding car soon drove out of the cactus "forest" and moved forward on the open land. In such a flat and open place with little vegetation, there was no need to worry about being ambushed.
The scorching sun made everyone sweat a little, but the wind blowing from the cars made people feel very comfortable.
"Well, this is an armed march..."
Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Song Tao thought silently in his heart that although he felt a little disappointed that no fighting broke out, he enjoyed this kind of tranquility deep in his heart. This was not tranquility, but peace. Of course, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of his thoughts, but he thought to himself.
"It's just that no battle has broken out! If an enemy appears, I will definitely command everyone to fight. I will definitely fight the enemy with all my strength, just like them."
Just as Song Tao was daydreaming, a small town appeared five kilometers ahead, behind some bushes. There were a few wooden houses, only a few of which were painted, and most of them kept their original color. From a distance, the spire of the church could be seen standing in the town.
Although the town seemed comfortable and safe, Song Tao still shouted orders as the convoy approached the town.
"Everyone, please be alert. We may encounter resistance..."
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