Those guys first said that the Humvee should be improved, and then they changed it again and again. They spent a lot of money, but the soldiers still couldn't guard against roadside bombs.

Then, they asked the Pentagon to purchase the latest armored vehicles, saying they could effectively prevent roadside bombs. Next, they promoted their mine-sweeping robots...

These greedy bastards, if he hadn't also received the shares they donated, he wouldn't even bother to care.

More than a year later, the soldiers still dare not relax at all. The troops that should have withdrawn and returned home long ago are now not only unable to withdraw, but must continue to add troops.

Congress has already rejected new military spending proposals because of this matter.

what should I do?

Mr. Bush looked at the Iraq report on the table with blank eyes, not knowing how to deal with it.

Managing a country seems to be much more difficult than managing a pasture.

Cows are better, let them go east and they won't go west. As long as you feed them grass, they will be peaceful. How good. Instead of being like those damn so-called people who demonstrate in front of the White House every day, holding up

There were signs calling him a murderer.

Shit!

Even if I am a murderer, I will kill for the Federation!

Bush angrily punched the desk, and the wooden bald eagle sculpture on the desk bounced and fell to the ground.

He stood up hurriedly and picked up the wood carving again.

The bald eagle's right wing was broken.

The nerves in Bush's ears jumped. This was really not a good sign.

Dong Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the office door, and then the door was pushed open, and the Pentagon security consultant walked in.

"Mr. President, I have something I want to talk to you about."

The president placed the bald eagle with broken wings back in its place, frowned and said: "It couldn't be Iraq again, could it? Where was the attack again? How many people died? If there were no Americans, there would be no need to report it.

"

"No, this time it's the East."

The security consultant found a sofa by himself, spread out the documents and sat down, seemingly preparing to give a long speech.

"Remove the putty?" The president stopped trying to find adhesive to stick the bald eagle wings back together, and looked at the security adviser, "Are they here to join in the fun? Do they want oil, or are they secretly supporting certain forces?"

"Of course they want oil, but they don't have any share of it!"

The security consultant seemed to feel that he had told a joke, grinned, and handed over a document seriously, "You'd better take a look at this. I have received these reports for a long time. After a long period of compilation and analysis by the CIA, I finally

Finally presented to you."

The president gave him a dissatisfied look, picked up the report, and quickly browsed through the lines: mobilization of the three armed forces... coastal fishing boats... air force transfer...

What exactly are these reports saying?

"Oh my god! They are planning to..."

The president suddenly thought of something and stood up, his face turned pale.

"No, no! Mr. President, you are overthinking this. This is just a simulation exercise." The security adviser leaned forward slightly and said calmly.

"Are you sure? Who is their target? Us, or the island nation?"

The president quickly flipped through the information in his hand, "Haha, they actually regard Mao and Russia as their imaginary enemy. What are they planning?"

The security adviser smiled: "It's nothing, they are just scared. Our performance in Iraq was so amazing that they were a little scared, so we held this exercise, code-named 07, to test the soldiers' mobilization capabilities and ultimate combat effectiveness."

"

"This is what I remind you. Understanding their bottom line will be of great benefit to our future diplomacy."

Mr. President thinks one way, but that doesn't mean he has no brains at all.

He shook his head and said: "These are not enough evidence. Under what circumstances do they plan to use atomic fission weapons?"

"After all, it is impossible for me to order our soldiers to test their bottom line. We want to be a superpower, but not a superpower under a mushroom cloud!"

He put the report aside and said, "Okay, let's put the report here first. I will read it when I have time."

Seeing that the security consultant had no intention of leaving, he was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Do you have anything else to do?"

The security adviser was a little helpless. President Cowboy's thoughts were straightforward, and he did not always think so carefully about those roundabout and slightly profound questions.

If you don't explain it clearly to him, he won't be able to see the true purpose of this report.

"Mr. President, I suggest you pay attention to the report I compiled, especially the data in it."

"From this report, we can clearly see that with their rapid economic development, their military and technological strength has also grown rapidly."

"Even in some aspects, it is not inferior to us at all."

The president stared at him for a while, blinked, picked up the report again, and put on his glasses: "Two Aegis-class destroyers, six stealth frigates, one hundred and twenty J-10s...

.”

He put down the report: "This data is equivalent to our military strength in the island country. You are exaggerating!"

"Mr. President! I'm talking about military and industrial technical strength, technology!"

The security consultant patiently explained to him: "Look, as far as the Air Force is concerned, their J-10 has reached the level of our third-generation aircraft, and they must also be developing stealth fighters, so we have the greatest advantage in this aspect."

There are still ten years left.”

"Looking at the sea, the advent of the Aegis ship shows that their warship manufacturing technology is no longer weaker than ours."

"Analysts pointed out that they are fully capable of manufacturing aircraft carriers, but they have temporarily shelved the construction of aircraft carriers because of excessive expenditure and the inability to assemble the required escort fleet and carrier-based aircraft fleet."

"So, our advantage is getting smaller and smaller."

The president's expression became serious. Without saying a word, he took the report and read it carefully word for word.

The security consultant added: "This is nothing, it is all public information. We have known it for a long time. The reason why I compiled this report now is because of the simulated battlefield platform..."

"Simulated battlefield platform? How come I haven't heard of it at all?"

The president was a little dissatisfied.

Most of the information sent to his office is summary information that has been compiled by his subordinates. He rarely sees the original information and has no chance to analyze it himself.

If the person below does not submit a report, the amount of information he knows is not much more than an ordinary person.

"At that time, your attention was all on the aftermath of the Iraq war, so we didn't distract you with a piece of loose information." The security consultant dismissed the issue lightly.

President Cowboy is inexperienced and has to ask his staff for advice on everything.

Many of his staff are spokespersons for large financial groups, arms dealers, and oil companies.
Chapter completed!