The Grandmother in the Siheyuan

Chapter 506 High

"Thank you, Academician Liu, for remembering us ordinary soldiers." The factory representative said with a smile, "Back when I was a soldier, I served on a torpedo boat. Although I don't know what the missile boat you rejected was like, I'm sure my torpedo boat back then was even more rudimentary. But that's just the fate of us soldiers. To die for our country is the highest honor."

"It's good to have the courage to fight to the death," Liu Hua said, shaking his head. "But if you were to actually fight to the death with these outdated weapons, that would be a disgrace to us military industry workers."

"I am already very happy to see this 10,000-ton warship being launched. If I could sail it and sink a foreign warship, I would be able to die in battle without regret."

When Liu Hua was still at the Jiangnan Shipyard, a piece of shocking good news suddenly came: a plane had crashed into the building.

It was like a thunderclap, an American came to be the township head.

Americans, tired of their big cities in North America, insist on going to the remote, impoverished "graveyard of empires" to join the fray, wanting to take charge of the unfree rural people.

Ma Shan was so excited that he immediately called Liu Hua, but it took Liu Hua a long time to understand what he was saying.

"Your analysis is all correct. The Americans are definitely going to use force this time. I just never expected it to start in this way. This is another Pearl Harbor."

Liu Hua laughed and said, "They know this trick well. Let me tell you something else. You saw all those American firefighters gathering over there, ready to put out the fire, right?"

"Yes, I have to say, there are still good people in the US," Ma Shan said with emotion. "Going to the rescue under these circumstances would be very risky."

“Let me tell you, many of the building materials produce toxic fumes after being burned,” Liu Hua said with a smile. “I bet the people upstairs in the US didn’t tell the firefighters.”

"What? Isn't this treating human life like dirt?"

Liu Hua smiled and said, "That's right, but what are firefighters? In the eyes of the powerful and wealthy in the United States, they are just a group of disposable tools. They don't care about them, so why should we care about them? You should report this to your superiors and see if there is any way to utilize them."

Ma Shan sighed: "If we're talking about bad people, you old rascal are the worst."

Liu Hua continued, "We should have the relevant departments pay attention to the online comments. At that time, we will definitely be able to find out many people who are 'walking 500,000' (a derogatory term for 'illegal shills')."

“Good idea. I’ve realized that the development of the internet isn’t always a good thing.” Ma Shan said with a smile, “There are always people who are biased and well hidden. This time, we should be able to expose some of them.”

Of course, they could trick him into revealing it. Liu Hua still remembers this time in his previous life, when there was a newspaper article that said, "Tonight we are all Americans."

They may appear to be empathizing with those suffering from disaster, but they are actually just lapdogs trying to curry favor with their masters. Their ultimate goal is to betray our interests.

Our military attaches great importance to the mobilization of the United States and wants to learn from it, after all, the United States has the world's number one military power and is the model for the world's militaries.

What happened on September 11th, by October 7th, the US had already begun deploying troops—a transoceanic deployment.

Moreover, the US military deployment process requires congressional approval, so the actual troop and resource mobilization is shorter than expected.

This was very intimidating; it scared the whole world.

Liu Hua scoffed, because after 2008, China's mobilization capabilities were the pinnacle of the world; the US was merely a junior. It's said that the US, in its efforts to conquer the Graveyard of Empires, fired hundreds of Tomahawk missiles in a single day, emptying its entire stockpile of them.

As a result, the commander later had to forbid the pilots from using the Tomahawk to attack, because the Tomahawk's greatest achievement was destroying a tent. The purchase price of a single Tomahawk was one million dollars, while the price of a tent was probably less than the daily food cost of an American soldier.

Therefore, with the US bombing so relentlessly, the only ones who might end up laughing are the military-industrial complexes.

Liu Hua had already returned to the capital when they attacked, and Ma Shan communicated with Liu Hua by phone every day.

"I didn't realize through satellite today that the Americans have made impressive progress. They've advanced a great distance, and the local armed forces simply can't hold them off."

Liu Hua asked with a smile, "So what conclusions did you draw from this?"

“That’s bullshit,” Ma Shan said with a laugh. “It’s like the Spanish colonists massacring the Native Americans; it’s completely irrelevant.”

"Although the local armed forces were defeated, it also revealed a truth."

Ma Shan asked curiously, "What's the reasoning behind that?"

“During the War of Resistance Against Japan, we put forward an argument that was to trade space for time.” Liu Hua said with a smile, “The Imperial Graveyard has a vast mountainous area, which is a region that the great Americans can never conquer. Let’s just wait it out. Anyway, the local armed forces only consume bread on average every day, while the great Americans are throwing real money into it. If we drag it out for three or five years, it’s hard to say who will suffer the biggest loss.”

"That makes sense. Could it be that they also have some experts among them?"

Liu Hua scoffed, "What kind of experts are they? They've been invaded for thousands of years. Whenever they face a foreign enemy, they fight like this. It's become muscle memory for them."

"Shouldn't we give them some support? Otherwise, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on."

Liu Hua said directly, "No need, the Americans will have people inside to support them."

"How could that be? Our own people are colluding with the enemy?"

Liu Hua said with a smile, "Things have developed to this point, it's a situation where we're all intertwined. There are spies within the local armed forces who are secretly colluding with the US. Otherwise, they wouldn't have achieved any significant results, and the US military would be in a difficult position. But there are also people in the US military who are supporting their own interests. Otherwise, if the war ends too early, they won't make any money. You know, some people in the military are the spokespeople for the military-industrial complex."

“That makes sense, that makes sense.” Ma Shan said happily, “Then let’s just watch them fight, the more exciting the fight, the better.”

"That's right. While we're at it, let's cultivate our inner strength and develop ourselves. Then, when the Americans are forced to flee in disarray like they were in Vietnam, our businessmen can step in and take over the reconstruction of the Imperial Graveyard."

Upon hearing Liu Hua's words, Ma Shan clicked his tongue and said, "The war has only just begun, and you've already planned out events several years in advance?"

"Of course, what does our military strategy say? He who does not plan for the whole situation is not fit to plan for a part; he who does not plan for eternity is not fit to plan for the present."

“Brilliant, Mr. Liu, you are indeed very impressive.”

(End of this chapter)