White House.

Office of the President.

"Mr. President."

The presidential secretary walked into the office and, with steps like a ruler, placed two documents on the president's desk:

"This is top-secret German military intelligence obtained by European intelligence."

"It's an emergency call from Oku."

The first one is thick, the second one is thin.

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Looking at his secretary, Mr. President was stunned for a moment.

Germany's top-secret military intelligence, which was so important in the past, was basically sent by the director of the intelligence bureau Donovan himself to show its importance and enhance and consolidate his position.

This time, it was actually sent by the secretary.

Isn't that good news?

"What about Donovan?"

The president asked, opening the first piece of information.

"He asked me to hand over this German intelligence and left."

The secretary replied in a low voice.

Nodding, Mr. President began to look carefully at the first piece of information, at first he looked carefully, and then he looked faster and faster, his eyes couldn't wait to pass over every word, and gradually, the president's brows suddenly relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That's good news."

"It seems that the Germans are not as strong as we expected."

Mr. President breathed a sigh of relief.

The Germans' new No. 5 tank was difficult to deliver, there was a shortage of military supplies, and the two pillars, the marshal and the mustache, broke out in a fierce conflict, which was excellent news for the United States.

This means that although there will be ups and downs and setbacks in Europe, there will never be a more difficult situation like Cherbourg, and as the war continues, the balance of victory will be tilted in favor of the Allies, and then end under the product of the Manhattan Project.

Otherwise, according to the speculation of the General Staff, even if the products of Manhattan join the battlefield a year later, a dozen or so 10,000 to 30,000 tons may not be able to end the war at once.

Europe is too big.

Unless intelligence can discover German-owned warehouses within these hours, nothing has been done so far.

Fortunately, although the Germans had similar plans, they did not study much and did not seem to know the terrifying power of this weapon, or rather, the vast majority of the forces were working on 'warehouse' technology.

After all, compared with the United States, which absorbs talents from all over the world, the Germans are still inferior in research and economic strength.

Then the president picked up the second document, that is, an urgent telegram from Austria, and there was only one telegram, which was sandwiched in a folder, and the contents could be seen at a glance.

"Is this true?"

Slap, slap on the table with a telegram, Mr. President looked at the secretary, if it weren't for the wheelchair, he would definitely jump up on the spot now, making the personal doctor next to him nervous, the president has been often angry and violently agitated lately, and his condition has obviously worsened.

"Sure."

The secretary nodded heavily.

"These damn barbarians!"

Mr. President gasped for air.

A dead hand to the prime minister of a country?

Are they crazy?

It took a long time for Mr. President to slowly calm his breath and fall into deep thought, and at this moment, he finally realized that the other side was a group of people who did not play according to the rules at all.

In other words, they completely disagree with the so-called international rules that Europe and the United States have agreed on for so long, and they want to break this rule.

"Send a message to Nimitz."

Mr. President, who regained his usual calm expression, called a secretary and sent a telegram to the commander of the Pacific Fleet.

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In a room near the presidential palace.

Donovan, the director of intelligence, was bored looking through the documents here, but the pages of paper that swept at high speed and the blank eyes proved that the American intelligence master was out of the world at this time.

"Director."

Beside him, a deputy asked:

"Why didn't you send this secret information from Germany yourself?"

Only two people know best how much the Allied intelligence services paid to obtain this secret information, and it was hundreds of intelligence officers who risked their lives for half a year to get it.

It is very abnormal that the director of the bureau did not personally send it to the president for such a huge achievement.

"This information..."

Donovan's tone was a little bitter:

"It's most likely fake."

"Fake?"

The deputy was stunned:

"This is impossible, this was obtained from the office of Kesselring, one of the two German field marshals, and there is no error in corroborating the information obtained from other places."

"Hey..."

Donovan sighed:

"Indeed, there is a lot of evidence to prove that this information is accurate, but there is not a single piece of evidence that proves that it is wrong."

"But..."

He paused:

"The timing was too coincidental."

"This information, the timing of the appearance is too coincidental, it happens to be the time when the US Grand Fleet departed from the conflict with Austria on the other side."

"You doubt."

The deputy picked up the following words:

"This was deliberately released by the Germans?"

The deputy thought about it carefully, and immediately agreed with the director's statement, this matter is indeed very likely to be a conspiracy of the Germans, because the conflict between the United States and the other side of the strait is the most beneficial to the Germans.

"Yes."

Donovan nodded.

Cold sweat fell from the back of the deputy.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and if he had been a high-ranking German man, he would have done the same.

Donovan accentuated his tone:

"Even, I suspect that Cherbourg's early retreat was also deliberate by the Germans."

"Cherbourg, this can't be."

The deputy's tone affirmed:

"Abandoning Cherbourg and giving us a good port would do the Germans more harm than good,"

"So."

Donovan glanced at his deputy, did not continue to dwell on the topic, but sighed:

"I didn't send this information myself, and I didn't say these speculations."

"Because there's no evidence."

"And the higher-ups won't believe it."

The deputy was silent.

It is very likely that this secret information is fake, a smokescreen, and the top management may not have thought of it, but the top management is willing to believe it, or rather, it wants to use this information to promote the situation in the Pacific and let the United States regain control of the situation in the western Pacific.

So whether it's true or not is not so important.

Moreover, the superiority of the European front is obvious, and the Eastern Front is gradually recovering its strength and planning counterattacks, and it is foreseeable that over time, the advantages of the Allies will become greater and greater.

More troops, more equipment.

Donovan glanced at his lieutenant and didn't continue to speak.

Working with him for a long time, the deputy can understand his ideas very well, but after all, it is a little bit worse.

He did not send this 'suspicious' intelligence himself, not only because the intelligence was too suspicious, but also because he was full of worries about the situation in the Pacific and was not optimistic about the American fleet.

True, the Pacific Fleet at this moment is the most powerful fleet ever, there is no one.

Four cutting-edge Ahua-class battleships with a total of 36 16-inch guns, 12 Essex-class fleet-class aircraft carriers with a maximum number of 1,100 carrier-based aircraft, four Baltimore-class heavy cruisers, 16 Cleveland-class light cruisers, 28 search destroyers to assist in air defense and anti-submarine operations, and 10 cutting-edge ocean-going submarines.

But on the other side...

That mysterious and strange country, those incredible 'warehouses', the 'Chen Fan' that he had investigated for years and still couldn't know if it existed, Donovan instinctively felt in his heart-

This time, the conflict in the Western Pacific will end in a way that no one can predict.

It is highly likely that the mighty Pacific Fleet will suffer a big loss, the United States will suffer a big loss, and the unknown enemy will be the most terrible

Therefore, it is better not to mix this kind of thing.

In addition to this, he was worried about one thing.

As the director of the intelligence bureau, he also vaguely knew most of the Manhattan project, and he also knew that this was the last confidence of the United States, but he felt in his heart that things might not be as simple as Mr. President expected.

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August 10.

Three days have passed since the Austrian prime minister was precisely beheaded.

On this day, the headline on the front page of the Independent Daily, headquartered in Zhao Jiayu, was still the same as the content of three days ago - the 'Afternoon Gate' operation, I~~ The people's forces made a decisive attack, dispatched long-range bombers, and used precision-guided bombs to decapitate 27 Austrian war criminals who transported weapons and ammunition to the devils.

Of course, the rest is a little different.

The second edition features a scientist detailing the precision-guided bombs used in the operation.

The third edition is the British Empire's call for peace between the two sides and a negotiated solution.

Shocking headlines, sci-fi weapons, and interesting foreign worlds have also led to the fact that one million copies of the Independent Daily are out of stock again today.

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Taiyuan.

Half past ten in the morning.

Mr. Smith, a railroad and locomotive engineer with eighteen years of experience, stretched his waist and walked out of the factory, looked at the sky, and yawned:

"It's a nice day."

It has been two months since he arrived in the Republic of China from the British mainland, and Mr. Smith is in a particularly good mood at this time.

With a step, he walked to a snack street located outside the factory area.

As a dual-material elite engineer with very solid theory and operation, Smith quickly gained attention after showing his ability to solve several technical difficulties and bringing more than a dozen small apprentices in the base, and the journey was smooth.

Wages have multiplied, bonuses have skyrocketed.

Naturally, the status has also risen, so I can point out this and mix some snacks.

During this time, he bought a newspaper.

The latest Independent daily newspaper.

"Hey..."

Looking at the contents of the second edition, Smith sighed.

The Austrian Prime Minister of the British Commonwealth was killed, and the British Empire was actually a peacemaker, but it's normal to think about it,

"In a few years, let's go buy a car."

As he walked down the road and watched the cars coming and going, an idea popped into Mr. Smith's mind.

The cars of the Republic of China are of excellent quality, comfortable shock absorption, flexible handling, no peculiar smell, air conditioning, and airbags, traffic laws and regulations are relatively perfect, and the roads are also very smooth.

When you're old and retired, it's not bad to drive around the country.

As for the United Kingdom...

Thinking of his homeland, Smith sighed again.

Eighty percent of his monthly salary went to the British government, and the remaining twenty percent was donated to the British until the end of the war, and reconstruction after the war would continue for some time.

No one can blame him anymore.

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Subcontinent.

Bihar.

"Commander."

A communication soldier ran in front of Chu Yunfei:

"The third regiment reported that they had occupied all their positions, and the little devils had retreated in advance."

"Hmph."

Chu Yunfei sneered.

Although the Americans sent some weapons and ammunition, the quantity was not large, and the second batch was intercepted, and it was no longer possible to continue transporting it in the future, and the devil troops were seriously short of supplies, and their morale was dripping.

And the troops he commanded at this time, aircraft, artillery, and tanks were all available, with sufficient ammunition and high morale, and even because the ground replenishment channel was opened, they were all equipped with No. 4 tanks and 125 heavy guns.

The difference in strength between the two sides is clear at a glance.

It is normal for Yamamoto and Gangmura to continue to escape.

"Stay in place and trim up."

Chu Yunfei ordered.

It has been more than 200 kilometers of continuous attack, and it is time to digest the territory, whether it will continue to occupy it in the future, in short, lay down the commercial line first.

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Edinburgh.

"It's a nice day."

A British fisherman looks up at the sun in the sky.

Although it is August, the climate in the British mainland at high latitudes is suitable and comfortable.

"The Germans didn't come either."

Immediately afterward, the fisherman was a little surprised.

Edinburgh is located west of the North Sea, and German bombers often drop bombs, hundreds or thousands of bombs every day, and the whole city has long been in ruins.

Although the air defense capability has become stronger, it can also protect the security of part of Wales, the whole state of Erland, and the rest of the cities are still being bombed again and again, and the most elite areas of the British Empire are in these states.

"Hurry down."

The fishermen's families urged in the bomb shelter.

This is a dugout converted from a sewer, and there is enough fuel and food stored inside to live for a long time.

Although there is no bombing now, the devil knows when a bomb will fall, and it is no longer known how many people died from the German bombs that suddenly slipped down.

"Okay."

The fishermen shrunk their necks and quickly hid in the bomb shelter.

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Hamburg.

In an airport.

"This is..."

The old fox looked at a bomb in Kesselring's hand and was a little surprised:

"Butterfly Thunder!"

Kesselring smiled and said:

"Starting the day after tomorrow, in the next 15 days, 400,000 tons of these bombs will be spread in every corner of the west coast of England."

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Tokyo.

"It seems like there wasn't a bombing today?"

Inside the basement, a guard walked out after making sure it was safe.

What greeted him was a flat, clean Tokyo.

As the largest city of devils, Tokyo has been taken care of again and again, and under the transformation of tens of thousands of daisy cutters, the large fireworks have been leveled and cleaned.

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Eastern Front.

A hundred kilometers outside the city of Mosco, a regimental commander looked at the German position in the distance, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

They are actually building concrete fortifications!

No wonder there has been no offensive these days.

"Damn it!"

The regimental commander slammed his fist into the civil bunker.

They could only watch the enemy build fortifications, and there was nothing they could do, because the troops had launched an offensive the other day and suffered great losses.

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Guam.

"Next, it's just a matter of waiting for the Americans to arrive."

Seeing the officers of the Logistics and Technology Center leave, the top military officer stationed in Guam breathed a sigh of relief.

After four consecutive days of training and firing 50 live ammunition, the unit has mastered the use of the 'Overlord' long-range anti-ship missile, which can accurately hit an unexpected target at 700 kilometers.

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Pearl Harbor.

Navy Conference Room.

"Be prepared for large-scale engagements."

Nimitz exhaled.

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Oshu.

Zell.

On the left, there is an airport composed of three dirt runways, and one transport plane after another landed in an orderly manner, and thousands of workers were in full swing to unload the cargo loaded by the plane.

on the playground.

Five thousand members of the Miners' Self-Defense Force are training intensively.

Tanks, armored vehicles, mortars, self-propelled guns, you name it.

In the distance, at the commanding heights of various mountain packs, teams of workers were building reinforced concrete forts, and artillery pieces were pushed into the forts.