"Doesn't this mean that the Atlanteans can't go deep into the interior?"
Mr. President, whose hairline has moved back due to anxiety recently, has bright eyes.
He wondered if it would be safer to move the White House to Chicago, or if San Antonio would be safer.
There is nothing shameful about strategic transfer and preservation of vitality.
"The war hasn't even started yet, but we're ready to move the capital and run away. This operation looks a bit familiar!"
Luke, who was carefully observing the president's facial expression, felt speechless in his heart.
Politicians in the world are all the same.
"The Atlanteans definitely have a way to solve the problem. They can use the coastline as the starting point, constantly build strong fortresses that serve as transfer stations, and stabilize the advancement front."
Luke once again ruthlessly exposed the President's beautiful illusions.
Rather than hoping that Atlantis would be beyond reach, it would be difficult to enter the interior.
It is better to think seriously about how to organize forces and carry out defense.
"This... I forgot for a moment. Such a tactic can indeed be adopted!"
The president, whose sweet dreams were shattered and experienced the ups and downs of life, couldn't help but feel a little angry.
What's even more annoying is that he can't get angry at Luke.
Because, judging from the current situation.
The only chance to save the country and win the war rests on this major general.
Superman is everyone's last hope!
"Those strong fortresses built along the coastline with defensive water films can certainly provide supplies to the Atlanteans, but they are also obvious targets."
Luke analyzed calmly and continued: "It is completely possible to send bombers to provide fire coverage, and at the same time use the aircraft carrier formation to carry out small-scale harassment."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. previously captured several submarines from Hydra. After thorough transformation, and with the addition of nuclear reactors designed by Howard Stark, they can be launched into the water and put into use in a short time."
"Facing Atlantis' attack, the winning rate is not as low as expected."
Hearing Luke say this, Mr. President felt at ease.
The eyes of the young major general sitting opposite him flickered slightly.
In fact, Luke holds quite a few trump cards.
Apart from Superman's own fighting power, the golden trident taken from Namor can change the weather and set off tsunamis.
It couldn't be easier to deal with the Atlantis army.
All it takes is to create a huge tsunami to destroy all the fortresses on the Atlantic coastline - this is a lose-lose strategy that kills one thousand enemies and damages eight hundred.
There is no need to use it until there is a critical moment.
The reason why this was not told to the White House and the Pentagon was just to keep the tension in this war simmering and create a situation more favorable to SHIELD.
As for the president's failure to sleep well and a series of problems such as hair loss and baldness due to anxiety, that was not within Luke's scope.
"I think we can let the Navy's aircraft carrier formation draw the attention of the Atlanteans from the side, while SHIELD's task force and invasion team launch the attack from the ground."
Luke spoke in an orderly manner. This calm and confident demeanor was like a shot in the arm of the president, and his anxiety slowly calmed down.
In comparison, the many congressmen on Capitol Hill who are constantly bickering and have different opinions seem a bit ridiculous.
The Pentagon's performance is even more disappointing.
So many days have passed since Atlantis appeared.
Neither the Admiralty nor the War Department could come up with a practical plan that eliminated the bad idea of abandoning the coastline and retreating to inland cities.
Thinking of this, the president looked at Luke with more eager eyes.
It was as if a drowning man had finally grasped a life-saving straw.
Major General Cavell is the pillar of the country!
The real savior!
He thought so.
"Major General, if you have any needs, please feel free to ask."
The president was temporarily happy and a little carried away.
If he can still think clearly, he will definitely remember how the young major general sitting in front of him made the Budget Committee flee after hearing the news, and how he made the Pentagon avoid him.
Ask for benefits, make conditions, apply for funds... these things.
Luke can be said to be extremely skilled.
"It is an honor for me to be able to make a small contribution to this war."
The young major general with a gentle smile had no intention of taking credit.
Such an attitude brought tears to Mr. President's eyes, and he was so moved that he was speechless.
"but-"
Before the President, whose hair was thinning day by day, could be moved, Luke changed the subject and said, "Since His Excellency the President has said so, I have no choice but to be disrespectful, accept this kindness, and make a little request."
A little bit
An ominous premonition arose in the president's heart.
The next moment, Luke took out a thick folder with probably hundreds of pages.
"This is?"
The president's throat rolled twice, silently praying that Luke would never reach out for money again.
The budget committee has been hollowed out!
He opened it with trembling hands, and the first thing that caught his eye was—
"Preparatory Plan and Specific Regulations of the World Security Council"
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Three days later.
Boston, harbor.
The cargo ships that usually parked here have disappeared.
Instead, there were huge triangular fortresses rising from the ground.
Standing on the shore, you can clearly see groups of tall and strong Atlantis guards.
They wear fishbowl-like boss helmets on their heads for normal breathing.
Everyone is uniformly dressed like exoskeleton powered armor, and they feel full of power when walking.
In the past few days, the naval fleet has tried to expel it several times, but all failed.
There is a clear firepower gap between the two sides, and Atlantis is familiar with the ocean and can give full play to its advantages.
The various tactics used by the Navy are difficult to achieve their original effects.
Generally speaking, Atlantis has about the same technology tree as the country of the same name on the set next door.
In the current world after World War II, it is well ahead of its time.
Unless the Bald Eagle can bring the allies together to fight another civilized war against Atlantis and defend the land world.
Otherwise, the best way is to abandon coastal cities and shrink the defensive front inward.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable that there are so many capitulationists and peacemakers in the White House and Pentagon.
There is indeed a big gap between a land country and a maritime civilization.
"Inform Nimitz of the Navy Department and ask him to bring the aircraft carrier formation over. Those Atlanteans are preparing to land."
Luke landed on the ground, looked away, and said to the liaison officer.
Through his super vision and super hearing, he can easily understand the conversations in the fortress.
"The next step is for the invasion team to take action."
Luke looked at the heavily armed Rogers and said softly: "You have to lead the mechanized troops of the Department of the Army and the supporting National Guard to prevent the Atlanteans from landing."
Most of the citizens of Boston were evacuated and evacuated in advance.
In this city, only the American troops waiting to fight and the Atlanteans who were about to land were left.
"Promise to complete the mission!"
Captain America tightened the vibranium shield in his hand and nodded vigorously.
This was his first time taking on the role of a conductor, so he felt a little nervous.
"Steve, what you have to do is buy time for Howard to successfully implement the last step."
Luke warned.
He doesn't doubt Captain America's strength.
The "battleship-class" soldiers who have been strengthened twenty-four times by the blood of Woden have no problem dealing with the Atlantis army.
Except for the mutants of the Hellfire Club and Namor himself, these blue-skinned undersea people have almost nothing to fight against. (End of chapter)