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

At a temporary military base on the outskirts of Harrisburg.

The federal army's front-line headquarters was filled with a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere that was incompatible with the tense atmosphere on the front lines.

General Michael, General "Ghost"'s most trusted subordinate and the on-site commander of this "counter-insurgency" operation, was leaning comfortably on his camp chair, leisurely savoring a cup of top-quality hand-brewed coffee airlifted from Colombia.

On the electronic sand table in front of him, the blue arrow representing the federal army had already penetrated deeply into the heart of the red area representing Pennsylvania's resistance force - the state capital Harrisburg.

"Everything is under control." General Michael looked at the battle line map in front of him, a complacent smile on his face.

To be honest, before the operation began, he was mentally prepared for the difficulty of this mission.

After all, Pennsylvania isn't some banana republic that can be manipulated at will.

This is the industrial heart of the United States. The people here are tough, the working class is well-organized, and they have strong social mobilization capabilities.

He was even prepared to fight a tough urban street battle.

But he hadn't expected the advancement to be so smooth. In just one week, his troops had advanced from the border all the way to the gates of the state government.

Although the Pennsylvania National Guard and the "militia" composed of workers resisted extremely tenaciously and even caused some trouble for his troops.

However, in the face of the federal army's overwhelming equipment advantage and systematic combat capabilities, these resistances were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and were vulnerable.

"A bunch of rabble armed with wrenches and shotguns, thinking they could fight against the most powerful army in the world?"

General Michael scoffed contemptuously and took another sip of coffee. The aroma of the coffee and the joy of victory made him feel dizzy.

He began to indulge in beautiful fantasies about the future.

Today, as long as his 3rd Marine Division can successfully capture the state capitol and capture the unresponsive Governor Wolf alive, he can officially announce to the world that Pennsylvania, the most important industrial base of the United States, has returned to the embrace of the federal government.

As long as we take Pennsylvania and control this huge war machine, all problems will be solved.

Logistics, equipment, and ammunition will be continuously produced from the factories here to arm a larger federal army.

By then, Texas and California, the two states far to the west and south that were most clamoring for independence, would be like grasshoppers in autumn, unable to jump for more than a few days.

If... if that day really comes, he, General Michael Anderson, and his mentor General "Ghost", and the new President, will become great contributors to reintegrating the Eagle Sauce and rebuilding the United States!

His name, along with those of the founding fathers such as Washington and Lincoln, will be forever engraved on the monument of American history and revered and worshipped by generations to come.

"What a wonderful prospect..."

He closed his eyes, took a deep puff of his cigar, and blew out smoke rings in ecstasy, as if he had already seen himself wearing a gorgeous suit and receiving the highest medal of honor awarded by the president himself at a grand awarding ceremony.

However, just when he was unable to extricate himself from this beautiful fantasy.

"boom!"

The door of the command room was suddenly slammed open.

A young messenger rushed in crawling and tumbling. His uniform was blackened by the smoke and his face was covered with dust and fear, as if he had just escaped from hell.

"General! General! Something bad has happened!"

The messenger's voice was shrill and inflected with extreme panic.

General Michael's sweet dream was rudely interrupted. He suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of displeasure and anger at being disturbed.

"You're so flustered! How disgraceful!" He put down his coffee cup and snapped. "Is the sky falling? Are aliens flying UFOs to support the Pennsylvania government?"

He had intended to use this clumsy joke to demonstrate his calmness and dignity, and to lighten the atmosphere.

However, after hearing his words, the messenger was silent for a moment, and then said in a tone of near collapse and bewilderment:

"General... you... you are half right... indeed... indeed, there were 'someone' who helped the Pennsylvania government attack us..."

The messenger took a deep breath and seemed to have used up all his strength before he told the terrible news.

"We...the 3rd Marine Division we sent to attack the State Capitol has been repelled by a mysterious force!"

“The loss…the loss is heavy!”

"what?!"

This news was like a bolt of thunder from the sky, striking General Michael hard on the head.

He could no longer sit still and stood up from his chair with a bang. Because of his violent movement, the coffee on the table fell to the ground, and the brown liquid splashed on his trouser legs, but he was completely unaware.

His mind went blank and he was completely unable to understand the meaning of the messenger's words.

The 3rd Marine Division was beaten back?

How can this be? !

The 3rd Marine Division, whose full name is the 3rd Marine Division of the United States Marine Corps, is one of the oldest and most outstanding ace units in the history of the United States Marine Corps.

They participated in almost all major battles from the Battle of Guadalcanal to the Vietnam War, and are well-known for their tenacious fighting will and strong combat capabilities.

They are equipped with the most advanced M1A1 main battle tanks, M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles and AH-64 Apache attack helicopters.

How could such an elite force be defeated by the poorly equipped "militia" composed of workers in Pennsylvania?

This is simply a fantasy!

"Say that again?!" Michael grabbed the messenger by the collar, his eyes red as if he were a beast about to eat someone. "Speak clearly! What on earth happened to the 3rd Marine Division?!"

The messenger was so frightened that he trembled all over and stammered.

"I... I don't know either, General... The frontline's communication system has been subjected to severe electromagnetic interference and is almost completely paralyzed."

"We only received one last distress signal from the division commander, General McNeill... He said... they were under an unprecedented attack from the air..."

"Their helicopter attack fleet was completely wiped out within a few minutes... and then, the signal was cut off..."

"Aerial attack? Unheard of?"

Battlefield reports from Stalingrad and Yugoslavia suddenly flashed through General Michael's mind, and an ominous premonition came over him.

He let go of the messenger, his voice becoming a little hoarse due to nervousness.

"Who is it? Who is helping Pennsylvania? Is it the Russian plane?"

The messenger shook his head, confusion and fear written all over his face.

"I don't know, General... The surviving soldiers said... they only saw the wings of those planes..."

"Everyone has a... a bright red five-pointed star logo..."