One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

"We will mobilize 30 million people in batches, with priority given to African Americans and farmers in the first batch."

Roosevelt made the decision to mobilize the entire nation, and then said to the Secretary of Industry standing beside him:

"Industrial production coordination will be the sole responsibility of the wartime production committee; I want to see an exponential increase in output."

"You must refit at least fifteen aircraft carriers within a month!"

"There are still two thousand fighter jets!"

"As for tanks, we need to increase the production of artillery even more. We shouldn't wait until Zhu Ganglie has reached our homeland and we have no weapons to stop this demon."

"But......"

Industry Minister Max looked very unhappy; this was truly asking the impossible.

"No buts!"

Roosevelt's eyes were cold and stern as he said:

"Tell those capitalists that if the skin is gone, what will the fur cling to? If the bald eagle doesn't exist, then no matter how much money they make, it won't help."

"Now, everyone, everything, every family must give way to the war!!"

"Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed without exception!"

"I'm giving you the authority, but if you fail to complete the task, don't blame me for being ruthless."

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Everyone knew Roosevelt's methods. At this time, he was the supreme emperor of the bald eagle, and no one dared to disobey him.

"yes......"

Roosevelt then looked at the Secretary of War.

"In addition to conscription, the army immediately began to formulate a defense-in-depth plan for the west coast and even the entire mainland."

"Focus on defending the port cities, transportation hubs, and important industrial areas on the west coast."

"Activate all abandoned and under-construction military bases to build multiple lines of defense."

"While building a coastal defense perimeter, the Navy has secretly launched an accelerated construction program for new capital ships, especially large aircraft carriers."

"We can't play defense forever."

"Tell the shipyard to shorten the construction period at all costs."

"The Air Force... no, the Army Air Force and the soon-to-be-rebuilt Naval Air Force, integrate resources and unify the planning of West Coast air defense and future offensive operations."

"Expand the pilot training school tenfold!"

He issued his instructions one by one, clear and decisive, gradually dispelling some of the despair in the room.

People got busy taking notes, discussing, and calculating.

At least, they know what to do.

Finally, Roosevelt looked at Secretary of State Hull:

"On the diplomatic front, act immediately."

"High-ranking envoys were dispatched to London, Moscow... and Berlin."

"Berlin?" Hel was taken aback.

"Yes, Berlin."

Roosevelt's eyes were deep. "Tell Chamberlain that the suffering of the bald eagle is also the suffering of the entire free world. We need the Royal Navy in the Indian Ocean to provide maximum support and containment."

"As for Stalin and Little Mustache..."

"Tell them that Zhu Ganglie possesses superpowers and is not someone any country can defeat alone."

"He could be at Pearl Harbor today, and tomorrow he could be in the English Channel, on the Plain of Polan, or over the factories of the Ruhr region in the Third Reich!"

"His ambitions extend far beyond Asia; he wants to overthrow the entire old world order and avenge the Chinese people who were once oppressed."

"When the Eight-Nation Alliance attacked China, the Third Reich and the Soviet Union both contributed to the effort."

"Zhu Ganglie will never let them go. We will persuade them to join us and fight against Zhu Ganglie together. When we destroy Zhu Ganglie, we can share East Asia with them."

He paused, then emphasized:

"Try to bring Chamberlain and Little Mustache to a reconciliation, or at least get them to sign a contract so they can focus their main efforts on dealing with the demons of the East."

"We can provide them with the supplies and technology they urgently need, and even tacitly approve some temporary adjustments to their spheres of influence."

"The premise is that we must work together to deal with Zhu Ganglie!"

"This isn't compromise; it's the wisdom of survival!"

Hull frowned, knowing how difficult this would be; tensions were high and hatred ran deep in Europe.

Little Mustache's ambition is no less than Zhu Ganglie's, and may even be greater. If we indulge him like this, will he become the second Zhu Ganglie in the future?

But the president's words also make sense; the level of threat that Zhu Ganglie has shown has surpassed that of Little Mustache.

"I have done my best, Mr. President."

"But this takes time, and it also takes... luck."

"We don't have much time left."

Roosevelt shook his head. "Do your best."

After arranging all this, Roosevelt felt a wave of exhaustion, but his spirits were strangely high.

He looked at the operations room, now functioning again, and at his men, their fighting spirit rekindled. He took a deep breath and said in a confident tone:

"Gentlemen, I know this is difficult."

"We have lost a great fleet."

"But we have not lost our most precious things—our industrial strength, our people, and our determination!"

He pointed to Bald Eagle's homeland on the map:

"Look here! We have the world's most powerful production capacity!"

"In just one month, we can regain ten aircraft carriers and two thousand aircraft!"

"Once MacArthur returns to the homeland, he can lead our fleet to hold off Zhu Ganglie."

"Six months! Six months at most!"

"We will regain the power to sweep across the world. Zhu Ganglie has only gained the upper hand temporarily, but in a protracted war, the final victory will surely belong to us."

"The blood shed at Pearl Harbor will not have been shed in vain!"

"Today's defeat will forge an even more invincible bald eagle tomorrow!"

"We will use steel and fire to make that demon pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold price for everything he has done!"

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, injected into everyone's hearts.

Although the road ahead remains dark and the losses are heavy, at least they have regained the courage to fight.

People began to talk in hushed tones, their voices filled with anticipation.

Roosevelt relaxed slightly and was preparing to dismiss the various departments so that the work could begin immediately.

An even more despairing and terrifying message arrived at that very moment—

"Bang!"

The door to the operations room was violently kicked open!

A communications officer practically stumbled in, his face ashen, his lips trembling so much he couldn’t utter a word, waving a telegram that had just been urgently sent from the West Coast!

"Mr. President... West Coast! San Francisco emergency!!"