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

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The South Pacific, an island about two hundred nautical miles from the Tropic of Cancer.

On the coconut-shaking beach, the man in a life jacket is lying face down on the beach.

On the beach behind him, a long trail dragged to the edge of the sea.

Obviously, he was swept up by the waves during the high tide.

I do n’t know how long it took, the man ’s eyebrows moved, and there was a painful whisper in his throat, followed by a violent cough. The seagulls perched on the palm trees were frightened and flew up. He propped up the beach with his hand, barely turned over and leaned against the coconut tree.

Brien, the US admiral, commander-in-chief of the USS Eisenwell aircraft carrier battle group, originally he and his fleet prepared to launch a raid on the space elevator. However, when it merged with four other fleets in the Mariana Islands, it suddenly encountered a Category 15 typhoon ...

Brian 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 windy and sunny on that day, but just after they converge, the lid of the sky floats like a cloud. It didn't take long for waves of tens of meters to shoot directly at the fleet, and the hurricane hurricane even broke the wings of the F-35.

Originally prepared to deal with the Star Ring trade navy, it turned out to be a shackle that caught their feet. Except for the submarine underwater and several light ships outside the fleet may have escaped, the entire fleet was almost completely annihilated.

Brian has forgotten how he survived.

He just vaguely remembered that he had just put on his life jacket, and a wave broke the glass of the bridge with a heavy object, and then rolled out all the people inside. At that time, the aircraft carrier had turned over, and the carrier aircraft that hadn't had time to take off, as well as the ground crew on the deck, fell into the sea like dumplings.

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

Brian smiled bitterly, just getting up from the ground.

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

Cold sweat came out in an instant, and Brien gave up standing on the ground and raised his hands instead. Like the green beans, his eyes met. He tried to squeeze out a slightly friendly smile than crying, and said to the natives wearing palm leaves.

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

This is obviously nonsense.

The aborigines talked inquisitively, and did not know whether they were arguing that they should eat him raw, or boil them to eat ...

Just when Brien was desperate about his future, he suddenly saw a familiar face.

In a flash, he froze,

Because he was so shocked that he lost his words for a while, his eyes were rounded, and his entire chin fell off ...

"All give up, all give up."

The natives gave way.

Holding a big belly and pooping belly, dressed in the palm leaves of the hometown, that end looks like blonde hair with a flat hat ...

"President, sir ..."

Swallowing foam, Admiral Brian stared at Trang in disbelief, not knowing what to say.

Although the official account is unknown, everyone thinks he is dead ...

"Mr. President?" Putting the spear in his hand on the ground, Trang's eyebrows were twisted together. Instead of being happy because of the same kind, a flash of embarrassment flashed in his eyes. He murmured, "It's a funny name, **** ... why is it so coincident!"

"But Mr. President ..."

"Am I dead? Right, let me guess. Now our Mr. President should be Mike Pence. Although I do n’t know what he did, since you are here, I guess most of them are not good." Brian squinted, and Trangpu cursed a few words.

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

Looking back now, the last smile on the face of Secretary of State Tillerson was really meaningful.

"Don't say this," Xu Xu was enough to scold, and Trangpu wiped his mouth and patted the shoulder of the native who was standing next to him, just like treating the employees of Trangpu Group, "They A group of good people, at least very good to me. "

"Come with me, you must not guess what I found on this island."

"A plane, P-51A 'Wild Horse', wing shot, rusty ... Anyway, it's broken, it's not a teenager. Most of it was the old accounts of the Pacific War, and the unlucky boy was dead. I did n’t go home, I was regarded as a “God of God” by the indigenous people here. Perhaps because of my blond hair, they regarded me as the messenger of the God of God ... Anyway, I guess so. ”

Perhaps because no one spoke to himself for a while, and Trang had a lot of words.

Following the chattering former President, Admiral Brien couldn't help asking.

"Do n’t you want to go back?"

"Go back?"

Like hearing something funny, Trangpu suddenly stopped, turned his arms back, raised the volume, and laughed angrily, "Why should I go back? Be the last president of the United States?" Or, do you think I can clean up the mess left by the old **** stick? Why did n’t he ask his God? Ask in front! "

On many public occasions, Mike Pence declared that he was a Christian first and then a Republican. In the early period, Trangpu did not use this point to open his mouth until he won the party election.

The dizzy head hit by Tumo Xingzi turned around, and Brian stood there with his head buried, unable to answer a word.

Although he does not believe that America will defeat.

Even if the five aircraft carrier battle groups collapse in the Pacific Ocean, they still have Ohio-class nuclear submarines and trident nuclear missiles ...

Throw the spear in his hand on Brien ’s chest.

Brian took it in a hurry and noticed that the natives were looking at themselves with envious eyes.

It ’s like a splendid glory that can help their "God" lift the spear.

"Don't think about going back. Don't be so frustrated, just relax," Pause paused for a moment, and Trang spread his jaw and patted his shoulder. "This is my kingdom, from From now on, you are the marshal of Donald De Kingdom. Work hard, General Brien, I think you are good. "

......

Cheyenne Mountain, located in Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA. The city has a small population, but it has the most well-preserved cave military base in the world.

The tunnel of this military base has a granite mountain with a thickness of more than 300 meters. Below the labyrinth of the command post is a huge spring and rubber pads that can resist strategic nuclear strikes that are directly hit. There is a complete three-defense survival system for 6,000 people, which can survive for months in a nuclear war environment.

This is known as the "nerve center" of the US military. Here, it can mobilize all military forces in the United States. Even if the Pentagon and the White House both fall, as long as the president and the Secretary of Defense step in here, then the American people will have a comeback Hope ...

At least the American people think so.