"Oak Ridge was bombed by sixty bombers, and the factory area suffered heavy losses."

"Manhattan was bombed by fifteen bombers, the Statue of Liberty collapsed, and buildings such as the Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, and more were damaged."

"The Boeing B17 assembly plant was bombed by more than ten bombers, and the factory was damaged..."

"Los Alamos Lab was bombed..."

“·····”

White House.

Bad news after bad news came from the phone and telegram, and in the wheelchair, the face of Mr. President, who was in charge of the United States and always smiled confidently and strategic, turned pale for a while, and then his body began to shake.

"Mr. President."

"Call the doctor!"

"Doctor!"

Eventually, amid the exclamations of the secretary, the president fell straight down.

Weak breathing.

Unconscious.

As a president, and an old one, with a disability in both legs, and a variety of underlying medical conditions, it is natural that he has a personal doctor and is always on call at the White House.

As soon as the secretary screamed, a doctor with a medical kit rushed in and rescued the president.

After confirming that his president was still there, Donovan, who had not had time to leave, sorted out the reports sent by various places with the staff of the presidential office, and urged all localities to report the losses as soon as possible in the capacity of the president's office.

Thanks to the good telephone line network in the United States, as well as the fact that the Germans bombed and scattered, and the damage to a single target was insufficient, all kinds of information were quickly gathered into Donovan's hands.

But as the data on various injuries increased, even if the current data was preliminary, Donovan began to regret it.

Why, do I have to do this job?

It's none of my business.

The huge loss made Donovan realize that this was obviously not a good errand.

After thinking about it, Donovan called a staff officer:

"Let's count how many German planes were shot down."

There is too much bad news, but you can't hide it, so you can only dilute it with good news.

Ten minutes later, the statistics came quickly:

"About thirty."

Because of the hasty statistics, only an approximate figure can be obtained, but the actual situation will not be much worse than this.

But at the end, Donovan began to sweat coldly down his spine.

The losses are too great.

It's too big.

Although this time the Germans had a large number of aircraft, at least 700 aircraft, which was very large, with a bomb load of more than ten tons.

But the United States itself is also very large, and the depth is huge, and this bombing can still be withstanded, but from the summary report, every bombed is the core location of the United States, important factories, and laboratories that have liaison with the military.

The enemy definitely had detailed information about the American military, otherwise it would not have been possible to bomb so accurately.

As the head of the Intelligence Bureau, Donovan had a cold sweat running down his spine at this time.

Such information must only be obtained by the top echelons of the American military, and it is impossible for more than one person and one person to obtain such comprehensive information.

Moreover, the enemy seems to be well aware of the Manhattan Project, which even he cannot get a full picture of.

Who the hell is it?

During the cold sweat on Donovan's back, a group of American bigwigs, powerful congressmen, army generals, and admirals came one after another, and this group of people rubbed their hands, stomped their feet, and waited outside with anxious faces.

Of course, there is also Vice President Truman, who is anxious on the surface but happy on the inside.

Although he has a good relationship with Mr. President on the surface, there is actually a lot of darkness, 40 years of congressional election, the president privately asked him to give up his position as a congressman, but he refused, and in the end he was elected by a narrow margin.

It's true that there is a bad breath.

So much so that at this time, the corners of his mouth even turned up.

After all, if Mr. Cripple falls at this time, then the position of president is his, and there is no need for an election, but this old guy is well hidden, and no one finds out.

There are also some people who can't come in time because of the distance, such as Eisenhower and others, but the phone calls are one after another, so that the telephone office is overwhelmed.

An hour later, after a series of rescues, Mr. President finally came to his senses.

The president, including Donovan, was overjoyed and was ready to go up to ask for warmth, but they were afraid to disturb the president, so they surrounded the president's personal doctor to inquire about the situation.

Donovan was among them.

As the head of the intelligence agency, he is directly responsible to the president and is a direct confidant of the president, and if something goes wrong with the president, then his future will be ruined.

"How's the president?"

At the forefront was Donovan.

"It's pretty stable at the moment, and I can recover after a while."

As soon as the doctor's words came out, everyone's faces were different.

Most of them, including the active army admiral and intelligence chief Donovan, were overjoyed, but only Truman, who was hiding in the back, suddenly collapsed the corners of his mouth.

His president is gone.

"Still."

But then, the doctor's words made everyone's hearts rise again:

"The president must not be stimulated in any way in the near future, otherwise..."

Donovan's heart chilled.

He is now holding a lot of excitement in his hands, and the loss of data in that line by line, even if it is separated, it is big bad news, not to mention that it is gathered together, so that he can't bear it.

Moreover, the Germans dispatched at least 700 bombers this time and dropped no less than 5,000 tons of explosives, so there will definitely be new bombing in the future.

Even if the United States of America does not bomb the United States of America, it is perfectly possible to bomb the British mainland, and it will happen, and it can be expected that the next war will inevitably take a great turn.

Can Mr. President's body withstand it?

The generals are worried that if something goes wrong with this hawkish president, what will be the foreign strategy of the next successor president, and whether he will still support the war so fully, they are very worried.

Some people are worried, and some people are happy.

This news immediately made Truman's heart come alive.

"And."

After a pause, the doctor continued:

"The reason why the president was able to survive this time is because the president took some new drugs imported from the Republic of China not long ago, and these drugs have a very good effect on cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases."

"Republic of China?"

As soon as the topic changed, everyone didn't react for a while, and the topic itself surprised everyone.

Republic.

An agricultural country that does not even have a basic industrial base, and cannot produce its own guns, ammunition and shells, has been beaten by the millions of Japanese troops crying for their mothers.

Why does the United States still need to import drugs from there?

Are there medical companies over there?

"Yes."

The doctor nodded heavily:

"Ping'an County Hospital, Shanxi, Republic of China."

"These medicines are all bought from the hospital over there at a high price, and they are very expensive, and the cheapest bottle costs $5,000, and the most expensive bottle is even $30,000 a bottle."

In this era of $50 a month for America's big-headed soldiers, even $5,000 for a bottle of medicine is a real sky-high price.

Shanxi.

Ping'an County.

The generals suddenly thought of the weapons and equipment that had recently appeared in the Republic of China, as well as industrial facilities, as well as talent assistance. Others also think about the situation of mountain warfare on the European peninsula.

and the front-line troops crying for their fathers and mothers, and asking for the big mules to be bought.

In the current relationship between the United States and the Republic of China, it is absolutely impossible to get that kind of military mule.

"It's better to get an expert over there."

The doctor continued:

"The people who can invent these drugs are at least ten years more advanced than our medical system."

Everyone's faces suddenly froze.

They scolded people not long ago, and they scolded them at a press conference.

"Donovan."

In the room, the president's weak voice suddenly sounded.

Donovan hurriedly walked in.

"What about the specific losses? Is it summed up? ”

The pale-faced president immediately threw out a barrage of questions:

"Also, what's going on with that plan?"

Although he was knocked unconscious, the president remembered very well at this time that not only Manhattan, the Boeing McDonnell Douglas bomber assembly plant, but also the Los Alamos laboratory, the Oak Ridge plant was also bombed.

The former was the mind of the Manhattan Project, and the latter was the heart of the Manhattan Project.

"They..."

Donovan moved his mouth, momentarily speechless.

As a result of the enemy's accurate information, the Los Alamos laboratory was bombed by eight bombers at low altitudes, and the laboratory was basically destroyed, and the personnel losses were very serious, and seven of the project leaders died.

The Oak Ridge factory was bombed by 60 bombers, and the loss of materials and personnel was worse than that of the laboratory.

If this news is told to the president...

·····

In the afternoon of the same day.

Tokyo.

The burning flames began to weaken, the billowing smoke that enveloped the city gradually cleared, the temperature outside gradually became normal, and the locusts and Tojo escaped from the underground bunkers.

"This is the Imperial Palace..."

"This is Tokyo..."

"This is the Empire..."

As soon as he went out, looking at the scorched black wreckage, the locust directly asked three questions.

At this time, the whole body of the helmsman of the Devil Empire was trembling.

In just one night, the Imperial Palace, which represented the highest glory and power of the Japanese Empire, became a black coke wreckage, and Tokyo, which represented the achievements of the People's Restoration for half a century, was also turned into a coke wreckage.

Make it hard for him to accept.

So much so that in the end, his eyes were black, and he almost couldn't stand.

Fortunately, this locust is tougher and healthier than the president in a wheelchair, and he is also younger than him, and with the support of the guards behind him, he barely stabilized his body and did not fall down the street.

However, it still took a long time to recover, and during this time, a kind of devil high-level came to meet him.

"Who did that?"

After a long time, after gasping for dozens of breaths, the locust finally gritted its teeth and shouted hysterically.

"It's from the Republic of China."

Tu Feiyuan replied immediately.

The imperial general, the head of the intelligence department, had a scorched black face at this time, yesterday's bombing, as a high-ranking official, he naturally dodged smoothly, but because of bad luck, he was hit by a piece of wood with sparks and was injured a little.

He replied:

"They dispatched about a hundred bombers and took off from the airfield in Heyuan County."

The devil is not muddy, and he quickly found out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Go and call Mitsumasa Mineuchi, Vice Takeshi Toyoda, ····· Matsui"

The locust's tone was full of murderous aura.

Obviously, the devil locust was angry, very angry. The imperial capital was bombed and almost burned to the ground, and he vowed in his heart that he would take revenge.

"What about the losses?"

After the guards went to call for someone, the locust continued to ask.

"The losses are huge."

A high-level devil immediately replied:

"Although civilian casualties have not yet been counted, according to aerial reconnaissance, half of the entire city has been burned, and preliminary estimates show that more than 300,000 houses have been burned down, and the number of people affected is more than 1.2 million."

The locust suddenly staggered, and it was dark again in front of him, almost crashing on the spot.

Seeing the situation in the palace and the scorched black everywhere he looked, he guessed that this time the empire would be miserable, but he didn't expect it to be so miserable, far more miserable than he expected.

"Also."

This high-ranking official of the devil obviously didn't notice the situation of the locust, and still said:

"The enemy has focused on bombing the industrial area, so the damage to the industrial area is very serious, and it is estimated that the loss of industrial manufacturing capacity in Tokyo is more than 70%."

"And."

As he spoke, the high-ranking official of the devil paused and continued:

"Just now, the guards of the Imperial Palace found the remains of Prince Asakanomiya's katana in the pond."

Hearing this news, the devil locust couldn't help but strike anymore, and his eyes went black, and he fell straight down.

It took a full thirteen hours for the locust to wake up in a basement, when the top brass of the entire empire came to his side. The commander of the Combined Fleet, the Admiral of the Army, the Commander of the Army Aviation, and a number of important ministers such as Mitsumasa Yonechi, as well as Ishihara Wanji.

As for Hideki Tojo, he didn't come very consciously.

"Minai-kun, let you be the new prime minister."

The locust looked at Mitsumasa Minei and said in a weak tone.

"Hey."

In the face of the locust's request, the former Prime Minister Mitsumasa Yonechi could only nod in agreement, and as for the others, no one came out to dissuade them.

Minei's appointment as prime minister was a conclusion reached after discussion between the locust and a group of important ministers, and was supported by many people, including some army officers.

Obviously, everyone already hated Tojo's senior soldiers, even the army itself.

"We must avenge the bombing of Tokyo."

In the end, the locust gritted its teeth, like the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife.

Of course, it's pretty much the same.

Li Yunlong focused on taking care of the palace, he was a locust, and he could run fast with his guards, but the rest of the palace couldn't, in the face of the bombs that fell, the devil locust not only suffered heavy losses for the empire, but also for the family.

"Hey."

Compared to the incompetent and arrogant Tojo, Minai obviously has a lot of brains, and he immediately began to talk about his plan:

"Your Excellency Locust, the enemy's strength is very strong, the Republic of China represented by the Eighth Road is rising rapidly, with our own strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to win the Eighth Road in the inland of the Republic of China."

"However, now that the international situation has changed, the Americans seem to be afraid of their rise, so much so that they probably give up the Pacific offensive to promote the defeat of both us and the Republic of China."

"Now, the Republic of China has the advantage, and we can think of a way here."

"But we and the United States are still at war..."

The locust naturally understood Mine's thoughts, and it was nothing more than looking for help, but his own family had attacked Pearl Harbor in the United States before, and it was still at war.

"This American has already sent a signal."

Miné continued:

"Just this morning, the U.S. government held a press conference to condemn the Republic of China's large-scale bombing of the empire, saying that they had slaughtered civilians and violated international conventions, and the U.S. government spokesman also said that it would provide a little non-military assistance to the people of our country who were brutalized by the enemy."

"Although we can't come openly, we can use means such as transfer..."

In a state of war, the two sides cannot have direct contact, but this problem is not big, and it is a big deal to add a middleman.

Very cooked.

"Yo Si."

The locust's face suddenly became much better, and then, in an accentuated tone, he said:

"Fight for a good deal for the Empire."

If you want to help at this time, you must pay some price, even the cost of affecting the future strategic level, which is very clear to the locust.

"You can rest assured of that."

Minai smiled slightly, and his tone was confident:

"The Americans are not having a good time now, they were bombed yesterday, and on a much larger scale."

"The Germans sent more than 500 bombers to bomb the continental United States, and the Statue of Liberty was destroyed."

"Nani?"

Hearing this, the locust's expression was complicated for a while.

The Germans suddenly rose to prominence, single-handedly taking on Britain and the United States plus a polar bear to not fall behind, and even had the upper hand, which was what he wanted to see the most, but it came too late.

When relations were good, the Germans were beaten by three sides.

But now they are in power, and then the Germans have turned against the Reich.

The ambassadors of the Reich were all arrested, and even the Germans did not even give a reason.

And then.

The Americans, who were just about to bow their heads and ask for help, seemed to be in a bad situation.

Why is the empire so back?

Are the teammates you are looking for so unreliable?