Marvel’s Superman

"Doesn't this mean that the Atlanteans couldn't go deep inland?"

Mr. President, who has been so anxious that his hairline has moved backwards, has bright eyes.

He wondered if moving the White House to Chicago, or if San Antonio would be safer.

There is nothing to be ashamed of about strategically shifting and preserving vital power.

"I'm ready to move the capital and run away before the war begins. This operation is a bit familiar!"

Luke, who deliberately observed the president's facial expression, was speechless for a while.

Politicians all over the world are exactly the same.

"The Atlanteans definitely have a solution to the problem. They can use the coastline as a starting point and continue to build strong fortresses that act as transit points to steadily advance the front line."

Luke once again ruthlessly pierced the wonderful illusion of Mr. President.

Rather than relying on Atlantis to reach beyond its reach, it is difficult to enter the interior.

It is better to seriously think about how to organize power and develop defense.

"This... I forgot for a while. It is indeed possible to adopt such a tactic!"

The dream was shattered, and the president, who had experienced the ups and downs of life, couldn't help being a little annoyed.

What's more annoying is that he can't get angry at Luke yet.

Because, in the current situation.

The only chance to save the country and win the war rests with this major general.

Superman is everyone's last hope!

"Those strong fortresses built along the coastline with defensive water membranes, although they can provide supplies to the Atlanteans, are also obvious targets."

Luke calmly analyzed and continued: "It is completely possible to send bombers for fire coverage, and at the same time use aircraft carrier formations for small-scale harassment."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. captured several submarines from Hydra before. After a complete transformation, coupled with the nuclear reactor designed by Howard Stark, they can be launched and put into use in a short time."

"Faced with the attack of Atlantis, the winning rate is not as low as imagined."

Hearing Luke's words, Mr. President calmed down.

The young major general sitting across from him, his eyes flickered slightly.

In fact, Luke holds a lot of trump cards.

In addition to Superman's own combat power, the golden trident snatched from Namor can change the weather and cause a tsunami.

It couldn't be easier to deal with the army of Atlantis.

It only needs to create a huge tsunami to destroy all those fortresses on the Atlantic coastline - this is a lose-lose style of killing one thousand enemies and self-destructing eight hundred.

There is no need to use it until the critical moment.

The reason why this was not told to the White House and the Pentagon is just to keep the tension of this war fermenting and create a more favorable situation for SHIELD.

As for the president's lack of sleep, anxiety to hair loss and baldness and a series of other problems, that is not in Luke's consideration.

"I think it is possible to let the aircraft carrier formation of the Admiralty attract the attention of the Atlantis from the side, and the task force of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the invasion team can attack from the ground."

Luke spoke in an orderly manner. This calm, confident and steady demeanor seemed to have injected the president with a shot in the arm, and his anxiety gradually calmed down.

In contrast, the many members of Congress who are constantly arguing and disagreeing on Capitol Hill seem a bit ridiculous.

The performance of the Pentagon is even more disappointing.

So many days have passed since Atlantis appeared.

Neither the Admiralty nor the War Department have come up with a practical solution—to rule out the lousy idea of ​​abandoning the coastline and retreating to inland cities.

Thinking of this, the president looked at Luke and became more eager.

As if drowning, finally caught a life-saving straw.

Major General Carville is the pillar of the country!

A real savior!

he thought so.

"Major General, you can ask what you want."

The president was happy for a while, a little carried away.

If he could still think clearly, he would definitely remember how the young major general sitting in front of him made the Budget Committee run away before, and how the Pentagon avoided it.

Ask for benefits, put forward conditions, apply for funding... these things.

Luke can be said to be extremely skilled.

"It is my honor to be able to make a small due contribution to this war."

The young major general with a gentle smile had no intention of taking credit.

Such an attitude brought tears to Mr. President's eyes, and was so moved that he was speechless.

"but--"

Before waiting for the president with thinning hair to be moved, Luke changed the subject: "Since the President has said so, then I have to be disrespectful, accept this kindness, and make a little request."

A little bit?

An ominous premonition rose from the president's heart.

The next moment, Luke found a thick folder with about a hundred pages.

"This is?"

The President rolled his throat twice, silently praying that Luke would never reach out for money again.

The budget committee has been hollowed out!

He opened it with trembling hands, and the first thing that caught his eye—

"Plan for the Organization of the World Security Council and Specific Regulations"

...

...

three days later.

Boston, Port.

The cargo ships moored here on weekdays have all disappeared.

Instead, there are huge triangular fortresses rising from the ground.

Standing on the shore, you can clearly see a group of tall and strong Atlantis guards.

They wear a fish tank-like headgear helmet on their heads for normal breathing.

Everyone is dressed in uniform like exoskeleton power armor, walking with a sense of strength.

These days, the navy fleet tried to expel several times, but all ended in failure.

There is a clear firepower gap between the two sides, and Atlantis is familiar with the ocean and can give full play to its advantages.

The various tactics of the Admiralty are difficult to achieve the original effect.

In general, Atlantis and the country of the same name on the next set have similar tech trees.

In the current world after the end of World War II, it is properly ahead of the times.

Unless the bald eagle can bring the allies together, fight another civil war against Atlantis and defend the land world.

Otherwise, the best solution is to abandon the coastal cities and shrink the defensive front inward.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that there are so many surrenderers and peacemakers in the White House and the Pentagon.

There is indeed a big gap between a land country and the last marine civilization.

"Notify Nimitz of the Admiralty and ask him to drive the aircraft carrier formation over. The Atlanteans are preparing to land."

Luke fell to the ground, looked back, and said to the liaison officer.

With his super vision and super hearing, he can easily understand the content of the conversation in the fortress.

"Next is the invasion team."

Luke looked at Rogers, who was fully armed, and said softly: "You have to lead the mechanized troops of the War Department, as well as the National Guard as support, to prevent the landing of the Atlantis."

Most of the citizens of Boston were evacuated and evacuated in advance.

In this city, only the American troops waiting to fight, and the Atlantis who are about to land.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Captain America tightened the vibranium shield in his hand and nodded vigorously.

This was his first time acting as a conductor, and he was a little nervous.

"Steve, all you have to do is buy Howard time to successfully implement the final step."

Luke exhorted.

He did not doubt the strength of Captain America.

The "Battleship-class" soldiers who have undergone the twenty-fourth enhancement of Woden's blood have no problem with the army of Atlantis.

Except for the mutants of the Hellfire Club, plus Namor himself, these blue-skinned undersea people have almost nothing to fight.