MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1475 Cheyenne Mountain

The South Pacific Ocean is a small island about 200 nautical miles from the Tropic of Cancer. .

On the shady beach of the coconut shadow, the man with the life jacket was kneeling down on the beach.

On the beach behind him, dragging a long trace, extending to the edge of the sea.

Obviously, he was rushed up by the waves when the tide was high.

I don't know how long it took, the man's eyebrows moved, and the throat made a painful squat, followed by a severe cough. The seagulls inhabiting the palm trees flew in surprise. He held his hand on the beach and barely turned over and leaned against the coconut tree.

Brian, US Admiral, Commander-in-Chief of the Eisen Miller Aircraft Carrier Group, originally he and his fleet were preparing to launch a raid on the space elevator. However, when he merged with the other four fleets in the Mariana Islands, he suddenly encountered a fifteenth typhoon...

Brien swears to heaven that he has never encountered such a bizarre thing in his life.

The weather forecast clearly shows that the Mariana Islands will be a sunny day, but after they meet, the sky is covered with clouds. Not long after, the tens of meters high wave directly shot toward the fleet, the violent hurricane even broke the -35 wing.

The squad that was originally prepared to deal with the Star Wars Navy was finally shackled to hold their feet. In addition to the underwater submarine and several light ships off the fleet may have escaped, the entire fleet was almost completely annihilated.

Brien has forgotten how he survived.

He just vaguely remembered that he had just put on his life jacket. A wave of smashed the glass of the bridge, and then rolled out all the people inside. At that time, the aircraft carrier had been turned over. The carrier aircraft that had not had time to take off and the ground crew on the deck seemed to fall into the sea with the dumplings.

Opening the watch cover, Brien learned that he was now in the southern hemisphere through the compass on the cover and the orientation of the sun. As for the specific deserted island, I am afraid that only God knows...

Brien smiled and just got ready to stand up from the ground.

However, at this moment, several spears fell on his neck.

Cold sweat came out in an instant, and Brean gave up and stood up from the ground, and raised his hands. And the few mung beans seem to have eyes on the top, he tried to squeeze out a smile that is slightly more friendly than crying, said to the natives wearing palm leaves.

"an-you-speak-english?" (Can you speak English?)

This is obviously nonsense.

The natives were discussing it with sorrow, and they didn’t know whether they were arguing that the raw had eaten him or that they had cooked it.

Just as Brian was desperate for his future, he suddenly saw a familiar face.

For a moment, he was stunned.

Because I was so shocked that he lost his words at a time, rounded his eyes, and the whole chin fell.

"Let's let it go, let it go."

The natives let it go.

Standing on the belly of a big belly, wearing a palm leaf that fits in the country, the head and the flat hat look like blondes...

"Mr President……"

Sucking his mouth, Admiral Brien stared at Trang in an incredible way, not knowing what to say.

Although the official saying is that the whereabouts are unknown, everyone thinks he is dead...

"Mr. President?" Putting the spear in his hand on the ground, Trang’s eyebrows were screwed together, not only because he was not happy because of the encounter, but in the eyes, it flashed a bit of cramped, whispering in a whisper. "It's a very interesting name, damn... why is it so clever!"

"But Mr. President, you..."

"I am already dead right? Let me guess, now our president should be Mike Burns, although I don't know what he did, but since you are here, I guess most of it is not a good thing." With a glance, Trang cursed a few words.

From the moment the Air Force One engine caught fire, he understood everything.

Looking back now, the last long smile on the face of Secretary of State Tillerson’s face is really meaningful.

"Don't say this," I hoped that it was enough. Trang smeared his mouth and patted the shoulder of the native who stood next to him. It was like treating the employees of the Trang Group. "They are good people." At least it is good for me."

"Come with me, you must have guessed what I found on this island."

"An airplane, p-51a' Mustang, the wing is shot, rusty... Anyway, it’s broken. It’s mostly the old account of the Pacific War. The unlucky boy didn’t go home. The indigenous people here are treated as 'God of Heaven'. Maybe it is because of my blond hair, they regard me as the messenger of the gods... Anyway, I guess."

Perhaps because there was a time when no one spoke to himself, Trang’s words were very much.

Behind the former president, Mr. Brian, could not help but ask.

"You don't want to go back?"

"go back?"

Like what was funny, Trang spectrum suddenly stopped, turned back and opened his arms, raised the volume, and laughed out loudly. "Why should I go back? When is the last president of the United States? Or, Do you think I can clean up the mess left by the old **** stick? Why didn't he ask his god? Ask in person!"

In many public situations, McPhance claims to be a Christian first and then a Republican. In the early Trang spectrum, he did not take this point to open his mouth until he won the party election.

After being stunned by the spitting star, Brian stood there with his head buried, and he couldn’t answer a word.

Although he does not believe that the United States will be defeated.

Even though the five carrier battle groups are smashed in the Pacific Ocean, they also have Ohio-class nuclear submarines and trident nuclear missiles...

Throw the spear in his hand on Brian's chest.

When Brean hurriedly took over, he noticed that the natives were looking at themselves with envious eyes.

It is as if it can help their "God" to spear, it is a supreme glory.

"Don't think about going back. Don't be so depressed, let go of your heart," paused for a moment. Trang sang his chin and patted his shoulder and said, "This is my kingdom. From now on, You are the marshal of the kingdom of Donner. I am doing well, General Brien, I am optimistic about you."

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Cheyenne Mountain, located in Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA. The city has a small population, but it has the world's most prestigious cave military base.

The tunnel of this military base has a granite mountain body with a thickness of more than 300 meters. Under the labyrinth command post is a huge spring and rubber mat that can resist the strategic nuclear strike of direct hit. There is a full set of three anti-survival systems for 6,000 people, which can survive for several months in the nuclear war environment.

It is known here as the "neural center" of the US military. It can mobilize all military forces in the United States. Even if both the Pentagon and the White House fall, as long as the president and the Minister of Defense step into it, the American people will have the hope of a turnaround... ...

At least the American people think so.