Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

One day later.

In the Oval Office of the White House, President Howell had just received the final report from the Stalingrad battlefield.

His hands trembled slightly, and his eyes scanned the shocking casualty statistics several times, but he still found it difficult to accept this cruel reality.

More than 30,000 NATO soldiers were killed, more than 200 tanks were destroyed, and more than 40 aircraft were shot down.

On the other hand, there were zero casualties on the Dragon Kingdom side.

This is not a battle, this is a massacre!

Howell slammed the report on the table, his breathing becoming rapid.

He rested his hands on the table, staring down at the cold numbers, as if trying to make them change on their own by glaring.

"This is impossible!" He suddenly roared, grabbed the phone from the table, and slammed it against the wall. The phone hit the exquisite wallboard of the commander-in-chief's office, and fragments flew everywhere.

"What kind of joke is MacArthur playing? Thirty thousand people! Thirty thousand people just disappeared like that?"

"And the Dragon Nation didn't lose a single soldier? What a bullshit report!"

Howell's face flushed crimson, and the vein in his forehead throbbed.

He was always known for his calmness and shrewdness, but at this moment, all his self-control was overwhelmed by anger.

He grabbed the crystal paperweight on the table and smashed it against the wall again. The expensive crystal shattered on the wall, scattering fragments all over the floor.

"What a bunch of rubbish! What a bunch of useless rubbish!"

He growled as he reached for the lamp on the table, ready to continue his destructive behavior.

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Secretary of State Wilkins walked in quickly with a serious and worried expression on his face.

"Mr. President, please calm down!"

Wilkins' voice was calm and powerful. He quickly walked to Howell and held down the President's hand as he was about to grab the lamp.

“Now is not the time to vent your anger. The entire National Security Council awaits your instructions.”

Howell jerked Wilkins' hand away, staggered back a few steps, and slumped down in his chair.

His breathing was still rapid and his eyes were red, but Wilkins' words seemed to sober him up a little.

“Have you seen the report?”

Howell's voice cracked with anger.

"Our army, the most powerful army in the world, was beaten like a bunch of elementary school students by the Dragon Nation!"

"MacArthur, the guy who claimed to be a military genius, couldn't even kill a single soldier from the Dragon Kingdom! What a world-class joke!"

Wilkins took a deep breath, picked up the scattered reports on the floor, and put them back on the table.

"Yes, Mr. President, the situation is very bad indeed."

"But the most important thing now is that we need to develop a response strategy. The military strength demonstrated by Longguo far exceeds our expectations, which has changed the entire geopolitical landscape."

Howell covered his face with his hands and let out a sigh that was almost a whine.

When he showed his face again, the anger in his eyes had been replaced by a deep fear.

"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down, my dear Wilkins?"

"Do you know what this failure means, my friend?"

His voice was low and hoarse.

"Our European plans are completely ruined!"

"Not only will the Mao Bear not be dismembered, but he now has a powerful ally!"

"And we...we've lost face in front of the whole world."

Wilkins nodded, his expression serious.

"More than that, Mr. President. Our intelligence analysis indicates that this victory is only the beginning."

"Longguo and Mao Xiong will probably not be satisfied with simply repelling our troops."

Howell raised his head, a hint of alertness in his eyes: "You mean... they will counterattack?"

"It's very likely," Wilkins confirmed. "Our intelligence shows that the Russians have begun to gather troops on the Eastern European front, and more 'reinforcements' from the Dragon Nation are arriving continuously."

"This is not a simple defensive posture; they are preparing for a large-scale counterattack."

Howell stood up abruptly and began pacing around the office.

His movements still carried the energy of anger, but now fear and worry took over.

"If they take Europe...oh my god,"

There was barely concealed panic in Howell's voice.

"If all of Europe falls into their hands, the entire Eurasian continent will be unified by them. The Eagle Sauce will be completely isolated, and the Americas will become an isolated island in the world!"

Wilkins nodded grimly. "That's right, Mr. President."

"Once Eurasia is united under the banners of the Dragon and the Bear, the global balance of power will be completely tilted."

"We will lose most of our overseas bases, resource channels and trading partners. Even more frightening is that our mushroom deterrent capability will be greatly weakened because our mushroom bases in Europe may be captured."

Howell stopped and clenched his hands into fists, his joints turning pale from excessive exertion.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his churning emotions.

“So, what should we do?”

he asked finally, anger and a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Are we going to sit back and watch as China and Russia swallow up all of Europe?"

Wilkins was silent for a moment, as if weighing something.

He then walked to the office door, made sure it was completely closed, and returned to Howell.

"Mr. President," Wilkins said, his voice dropping a few decibels to a whisper, "we actually do have a plan."

"A...extreme solution."

Howell narrowed his eyes: "What plan?"

"Codenamed 'Red Light Project,'"

Wilkins explained.

"This is a scenario that some national security think tank members and I developed a few years ago specifically for a possible full-scale invasion of Europe."

Howell motioned for him to continue.

Wilkins took a deep breath. "This plan... is very radical, even sinister."

"It involves secretly laying tactical mushroom mines along the borders of various European countries, forming a 'mushroom heart defense line'."

"Once troops from China or Russia cross a specific border, these mushroom mines will be remotely activated."

Howell's eyes widened, he could hardly believe what he heard.

"You mean... planting mushroom weapons... in ally territory during peacetime?"