I, the only superpower on earth.

Chapter 178 "One Day War" ([-])
Sam followed the sound and looked back, and saw the young man's face wet with sweat.

This person is the staff officer of the special operations battalion under his command, Rorschach. He is a staff officer who graduated from a military academy, and he is quite different from a voluntary enlistment like him.

It's just that after graduating from a key military academy, he didn't enter the Navy, Air Force or Navy Special Forces, which are regarded as "more formal" existences. The reason why Sam still doesn't know why.

After hearing his words at this moment, Sam frowned.

"Lieutenant General Kelman??"

The deputy chief of staff of the National Guard has always been regarded as the confidant of the commander-in-chief of the guard, Holt, and the current chief of staff, Maxim, is quite at odds. He is one of the few powerful people who stand above the 10 people in the National Guard. Why does such a big man suddenly come to him in such an emergency?
Although at this moment when the front line is gradually "approaching" itself, the behavior of retreating to the headquarters of the Guard seems to be completely insulated from the word "heroic".But Sam subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. At least this way, he didn't have to watch those invincible enemies getting closer and closer every second, but he could only wait desperately for the final moment to arrive.

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

"Sir, Lieutenant General Kelman is waiting for you in the 517 office on the fifth floor—the elevator is not available now, so you can only take the stairs."

Sam nodded to Rorschach.

"Rorschach, you will temporarily perform camp duties instead of me."

Sam took a deep breath, took a step, and ran upstairs.

Although he really wanted to avoid showing an evasive gesture, when he turned around and ran upstairs, his quick and quick movements inevitably showed a little embarrassment.

Seeing Sam running towards the top of the building, Rorschach's eyes showed some faint and incomprehensible look.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the hundreds of battalion members who were left behind by Sam and retreated here with Sam in the defeat just now. He coughed lightly at them who were still a little dazed, and said loudly:
"Everyone... From now on, because Commander Sam returns to his command, I will be the front-line commander..."

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In the office on the fifth floor of the Pentagon, Holt, the current commander-in-chief of the National Guard, was wearing a military uniform, smoking a cigar, looking out the glass window at the "Ball Tower" approaching here, and sighed to Deputy Chief of Staff Kelman.

Those silver metal whistles swarmed into the streets and homes like bees, causing endless screams.

Since those mechanical enemies appeared within the warning area, those screams have hardly stopped.This kind of scene, like a science fiction movie at the end of the [-]th century, happened in reality, which seemed so absurd, but also so cold and vivid.

At the beginning, he had never heard the rumble of ammunition exploding, or the sound of bullets being shot. Even standing in this office, Holt could see from the glass window that a shell landed outside a house just across the street from the Ministry of Defense building, causing air waves and smoke to engulf it.

However, as time went by, the sound of explosions and gunshots became less and less, leaving only the "base towers" approaching outside the building, and the faint vibration sound of their tracks rolling over the ground continued.

However, for Holt, this isn't good news, it's pure bad news.

This can only show that those mechanical life forms that seem to have their own intelligence are almost completely controlling the situation in this city—controlling the order and power of this city with the US military headquarters.

Moreover, those enemies have almost no crimes against those who do not deliberately attack themselves.

According to the information Holt gathered from his subordinates, as long as ordinary humans accept their so-called "standard citizenship certification" and are willing to put down their arms and submit to its rule, they will not suffer any loss or suffer any harm.It is almost [-] times more honest than the US military in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Therefore, as time goes by, more and more people obey their orders, and it is conceivable that they will throw down their weapons and return to order.

But... In this case, is it really necessary to let such a group of mechanical creations rule mankind and dominate the United States of America?

For a moment, Holt felt a little chest tightness.

In order to dispel the stasis in his chest, he exhaled lightly, and said to Kellman:
"Why hasn't Commander Sam come?"

Kelman also looked haggard, with his neck open, no air-conditioning due to a failed electrical system, and his brow was covered with sweat.But when he heard Holt's question at this time, he subconsciously echoed:

"I have asked Major Rorschach of the Special Operations Battalion to call him, and he should be there soon."

Having said that, Kelman emphasized another sentence.

"His award at the time was issued by me - he will definitely come."

Holt nodded, but he didn't think so in his heart.

At a critical moment, it's really hard to say how much a small favor like this can play, especially in this embarrassing time.

——After all, no one thought that, as the commander-in-chief of the US National Guard with more than 10 people, at such a time, he would need the help of a special operations battalion commander with only a few hundred people left.

However... this is an indisputable fact.

Sam himself was in the middle of the game, and was forced by the "Ball Tower" and "Type I Outpost" to fight and retreat, until he retreated to the Pentagon.But other troops besides him—whether it is armored troops or air forces—have lost their combat capabilities and are in disarray.

Moreover, his special operations battalion was very lucky to escape several big blows, and finally returned here with more than [-]% of its establishment.

Therefore, at this time, if Holt wants to realize his idea, he can only entrust him to help.

certainly.He can also come forward in person and use his authority as the highest leader of the National Guard to unify all the stragglers, but-a group of rabble in a large army is not as useful as a small number of organized troops. More importantly, once he expresses what he wants to do... it will only make his authority disappear.

Especially at the moment when this means of communication basically fails, personal authority is more critical.

Thinking of this, there was a knock on the door outside the office.

Holt turned his head and saw a young soldier about [-] years old walking in with a tense face. When he saw Holt behind Kelman, there was a trace of wavering in his tense face, probably because he didn't expect to see anyone other than Kelman—and he was the highest-ranking boss like Holt.

"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Sam..."

Kelman coughed lightly, as if he still wanted to greet him, but Holt had already stood up and interrupted him, decisively and resolutely:
"Lieutenant Colonel Sam—I am now the commander-in-chief of the American National Guard, and I have assigned you and your subordinate special operations battalion as the security force to escort the headquarters to Washington—can you do it?"

(End of this chapter)