Opening game, American Tycoon

"I can predict the future!"

Bell, who was lying on a sandbag, said that he looked at the sea in the distance, listened to the sound of the waves beating the coast, and breathed the air from the sea. Thanks to the sea breeze, they could not smell the choking smoke.But they could see the destroyed city below the mountain, the city was burning, and almost all the buildings were destroyed.

"I can see America a year from now."

Bell stopped, rolled a cigarette with the Ming devil propaganda paper, and then smoked the cigarette. His rough hands of a worker, against the backdrop of a flimsy cigarette, looked very thick.

"Ruins. There are ruins everywhere. Teenagers with pistols going off to steal a pound of flour. In the streets, no young people are to be seen except limping pedestrians on crutches, because everyone else is in the Empire In a prisoner-of-war camp. Old women wearing sackcloth clothes staggered on the street and suddenly died of hunger. The women had to sell their bodies to the invaders for a piece of bread. The factory did not open because it had been given Completely blown up. No more government, only martial law instituted by imperial soldiers. No schools, no buildings, no future..."

Bell stopped, looking thoughtfully at the sea.It was near dusk, although it was already October, but October in San Francisco was very warm, unlike the north where it was already autumn.The sun is like a big orange ball, sinking quietly into the ocean.The rough weeds on the sand dunes are almost motionless; the road on the shore bends like a narrow black belt, empty of pedestrians; San Francisco Bay is dyed red by the setting sun, and the red bay is like... It's like being stained red with people's blood.

"no future,"

Bell gazed at the bay through the barbed wire, watched the city in ruins, and listened to the faintly audible explosion, he repeated it thoughtfully.

"no future."

Bell is a lieutenant of the coast battery. He was originally a person who was full of confidence in the future, but what about now?

However, he no longer had any confidence. All he could feel was death, destruction, and no prediction of the future.

"Look at what you said, sir, how can you say that? Who said we will definitely lose? As long as we keep fighting, we will definitely win..."

Rudy said beside him.

"Win? Then?"

Pointing to the ruined city, Bell said.

"Anyway, all we got was ruins, Rudy, will you ever find your home?"

Looking at the ruins, both of them fell into silence. For a long time, Rudy said.

"L.A. has been lucky, in that sense."

"Yes, at least there is no ruin there..."

……

The imperial army has entered the city!
Like many Angelenos, Irian and Ellis watched intently as the Imperial troops marched through the city.Those soldiers seemed to be made from the same mold, mostly teenagers, holding their rifles firmly in their hands, their steps were full of pride, and their boots stepped out in a uniform rhythm of victory.

"I can't believe this is Los Angeles."

Irian said.

"Yes, when Daming's shells fell on Los Angeles, no one thought they would come again, but who would have thought that they would come again, not only came, but would also occupy here..."

An old man on the side said.

"In the future, we...white people will be born inferior because of our blood! Haha, damn Stanford, he betrayed us to the devil."

"Devil, at least Los Angeles wasn't destroyed by the war,"

"Yes, I heard that the whole of San Francisco was destroyed by artillery fire..."

"So, Stanford is doing a good thing..."

Listening to what people said, Ellis asked, holding her husband's hand.

"You think so?"

"I do not know I do not know……"

Irian shook, then said to himself.

"Perhaps, this is not a bad thing. After all, we all know that workers under the rule of the empire can live a good life, with pension insurance and medical insurance, and..."

Talking about the advantages of being under the rule of the empire, Irian seemed to want to convince himself to accept all of this.

"But they are not Americans, they represent Chinese people..."

His words were interrupted by a person next to him.

"Sir, what you said is wrong. The empire may be dominated by Chinese, but the rule of the empire transcends the boundaries of race and blood, and everyone is equal."

The stranger's words, let another retort.

"Haha, don't dream, they are the occupying forces, they have long forgotten that they are implementing laws in the country, fairness, equality, my God, is this possible? Will the occupier be fair to the occupier?"

"But this is their goal after all."

Hearing people's arguments and seeing the imperial legion marching into the city in neat steps, Irian hesitated and said to his wife.

"Maybe we should stay here."

Then he said again.

"In this way our daughter can live a better life. And grow into a big girl smoothly."

Ellis is already pregnant, and he doesn't want to take his wife on the run.

"That's why you're so sure you're having a girl?"

"I feel that way."

"If it's a boy, can you give him another name?"

"This……"

"I want to give him a Western-style name, but I don't know if it will work in the future."

"Otherwise, it's called "Ben", right? There are people with this name in the Empire."

Looking at his wife, Irian laughed. He knew that now, everything was over, and he only needed to start a new life here, under the rule of the empire, of course.

The American Stars and Stripes was lowered from Los Angeles City Hall.

In the passionate music, the sun and moon flag of the empire is rising, and the bright red flag, the golden sun and the silver moon replace the red, white and blue of the Stars and Stripes, integrating everything into it.

On this day, fireworks were set off throughout Los Angeles, and the beautiful fireworks lit up the night sky of Los Angeles. This was to celebrate the fall of Los Angeles, no, it should be said to celebrate the occupation of the empire.

Under the beautiful fireworks, in the Los Angeles City Hall, music fluttered, Leland Stanford and other California dignitaries, they drank wine, wore gorgeous dresses, and enjoyed the fireworks with the occupying forces. Beautiful pictures, looking at the gorgeous fireworks, the smiling faces of these dignitaries, no matter how the war progresses, no matter how poor children sacrifice in the war, how the poor give up their dignity for a bite of bread in the war, they will always win The guest of honor...

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