In the spacious but depressed office in the White House, the dim lights swayed as if they would go out at any time. The lights ruthlessly stretched the anxious figure of US President Roosevelt on the thick carpet, and the shaking of every light and shadow was like the unrestable wave deep in his heart. Roosevelt frowned, his eyebrows almost twisted into a dead knot, and the wrinkles on his face were like gullies, full of sorrow and fatigue. He walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, taking heavy and rapid steps, every step seemed to step on his own extremely tense nerve. The floor was knocked by his steps, intertwined with his heavy breathing, becoming the most depressing note in this quiet room. "This **** battle of Sicily!" Roosevelt cursed in a low voice, his voice full of fatigue and anger, as if it was squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest, with endless annoyance and reluctance. The battle report from Sicily recently was like a handful of sharp daggers, stabbing straight into his heart. News of the German victory continued to flow like a surging tide, and every word was like a heavy shot put, hitting his heart. Their new weapons and equipment are like demons with fangs and claws, ruthlessly devouring the lives of the US military. The powerful power of those advanced weapons on the battlefield has put American soldiers in a huge dilemma. Every battle has become extremely difficult, and the number of casualties is also rising. "Mr. President, the latest battle report." The secretary walked in carefully, his voice trembling, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tension in the room. In his hand, he held a document tightly, which seemed to be a bomb that could explode at any time in his slightly trembling hands. Roosevelt stopped suddenly, his movements so quickly that it seemed to be bounced up by a spring. He grabbed the document and quickly swept the text on it, his face turned pale in an instant, like the gloomy sky before the storm came. "It's a failure again! What is our army doing?" he roared, his voice echoing in the empty office, shaking the windows and glasses trembled slightly. The anger and disappointment contained in the voice seemed to ignite the entire room.
The battle situation in Sicily has become a heavy rock in his heart, which makes him breathless. At this time, the Allies were conducting landing operations on the Western Front. The progress was smooth. The soldiers advanced **** the beach. The battle for every inch of land was full of hardships, but at least they were still moving forward steadily . But once there is a problem in Sicily, the entire strategic layout will be completely disrupted. Roosevelt could not imagine what the consequences would have been if the Battle of Sicily failed. The Germans will likely further consolidate their sphere of influence in Europe, the Allied counterattack plan will suffer heavy damage, the lives of countless soldiers will be sacrificed in vain, and the confidence of the American people in the war will also be greatly hit. "How come those **** Germans suddenly have so many advanced weapons?" Roosevelt murmured to himself, and the figures of the Germans' new aircraft, rocket launchers and individual weapons kept popping up in his mind. The performance of these weapons on the battlefield shocked him. The new aircraft that whizzed by, rocket launchers that fired powerful firepower, and powerful individual weapons in the hands of German soldiers were like insurmountable gaps, lying across the border. In front of the US military. Every time he thought of this, his heart was filled with doubts and reluctance. He thought of the current weapons development situation of the US military, and his heart was full of helplessness and reluctance. Although the United States is already producing meteor jet fighters in large quantities, the drawings were still obtained from the Empire that never sets at a huge cost. Scientists in their own country have completely gone astray on the road to the development of jet aircraft. A lot of manpower, material resources and time have been invested, but no ideal results have been achieved. The scientists were busy in the laboratory all day long, with various complex instruments and equipment piled up in the room, but the research and development progress was extremely slow. Countless failed experiments put them in confusion and dilemma, but at this time the German army's advanced weapons continued to emerge, which made Roosevelt feel extremely anxious and angry. "We have gathered tens of thousands of scientists, why can't we develop advanced weapons?" Roosevelt punched the table, his eyes full of anger and confusion. He really couldn't understand how the German army developed so many advanced weapons in a short period of time, and where did their scientists come from? Is there any mysterious technical support, or is their scientific research system uniquely advantage? These questions were like a mess, tangled in his mind, leaving him unable to find a clue. "There are resources. Where did they get so many resources to produce these weapons? What about oil? The little production capacity in Romania alone cannot meet the huge consumption on the front line!" The more Roosevelt thought about it, the more terrifying they felt. These problems were like a The fog enveloped him, leaving him unable to find a clue. War is a battle of resources. Without sufficient resources, the army is like losing its blood body and unable to operate normally. The German army's weapons production required a large amount of steel, oil and other resources, and where did these resources come from? It became a headache for him. Just then, the office door was gently pushed open again, and a general in military uniform walked in. There was a little nervousness and uneasiness on his face, as if he was walking into a battlefield full of dangers. "Mr. President." The general saluted, his voice low, with a hint of unconcealed frustration in the voice. "General Marshall, what's going on in Sicily? Tell me the truth!" Roosevelt stared at the general's eyes, his eyes as if he wanted to see through the battle situation in Sicily from his eyes. General Marshall lowered his head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. President, the situation is not very optimistic. The German reinforcements have arrived, their firepower is very strong, and our troops are under great pressure. The soldiers are on the battlefield We resisted hard, but the German artillery fire was too fierce, and crises occurred in many areas of our defense line, and the casualties of soldiers were increasing. " "Bastard!" Roosevelt roared again, "Don't our army claim to be the strongest in the world? Why can't we even get a Sicily? Do you know how much impact this has on our strategic layout?" His voice was angry. He became a little hoarse, his hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. General Marshall stood there silently, not daring to say anything. He knew that the president was in extreme anger at this moment, and any explanation could be considered an excuse. His heart was also filled with helplessness and guilt. As one of the commanders of the army, he had an unshirkable responsibility for the battle situation in Sicily. Looking at the president's angry look, he secretly swore in his heart that he would try his best to turn the situation around. "Mr. President, what should we do now?" General Marshall asked carefully after a moment of silence, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that the president could come up with an effective response. Roosevelt took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He walked to the window, looked at the dark night sky outside the window, and pondered for a long time. There was no star in the night sky, as if the whole world was swallowed by darkness. His heart was like this night sky, full of confusion and worry. But as the president of the United States, he knew that he could not retreat and had to lead the American people to win the war. "We can't just give in," Roosevelt said slowly, his voice low, but full of determination. "I have decided to invest in weapons research and development. I will invest 2 billion dollars at one time. All the scientists of the Empire of Sun Never Settling are accepted. Come to New York and let them work together with our scientists to develop, and we must speed up the development speed. Only with advanced weapons can we gain an advantage on the battlefield." "Yes, Mr. President." General Marshall nodded quickly, agreeing with the president's decision. He knew that increasing investment in weapons research and development and joint research and development are the key to turning the situation around at present. "Also, the intelligence department must rectify it." Roosevelt turned around, revealing a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, "What are they doing all day long? No useful intelligence can be obtained! The German army's weapons research and development, resource supply, these We don’t know anything about important intelligence! Intelligence is the eyes of war. Without accurate intelligence, we are like blind people rushing around the battlefield."
General Marshall frowned slightly and said, "Mr. President, there are indeed some problems in intelligence work. However, the German army has done a very strict job of keeping intelligence confidentiality, and it is difficult for our intelligence personnel to penetrate. Their intelligence network is like an airtight picture. Our agents will be discovered if they are not careful." "I don't care how tight they are," Roosevelt interrupted, with a firm tone. "Try to do everything possible to get me information. We can no longer fight blindly like this. We can increase the number of agents and increase their treatment , let them get information at all costs." "Yes, Mr. President, I will convey your order immediately." General Marshall saluted again and turned to leave. "Wait," Roosevelt called him, "How much do you know about the situation of the German, French and Italian joint fleet?" General Marshall turned around and said with a serious expression: "According to intelligence, their combined fleet is very strong, at least surpassing our fleet in the Mediterranean. They have advanced warships and powerful firepower, and our fleet is in number and equipment. They are at a disadvantage." Roosevelt's brows frowned even tighter, and he slowly sat back on the chair, rubbing his temples with both hands. "It seems that this battle is getting harder and harder to fight." He whispered, his voice full of helplessness and worry. The strong strength of the combined fleet of Germany, France and Italy made him feel unprecedented pressure. The sea control in the Mediterranean is crucial to the outcome of the war. If the sea control is lost, the supply line of the Allied forces will be seriously threatened, and the war situation in Sicily will be worsened. The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥! At this moment, the secretary hurried in again, holding a telegram in his hand. "Mr. President, the emergency telegram I just received." Roosevelt took the telegram and read it quickly, his face turned pale in an instant. "How is this possible?" he murmured, his voice full of shock and despair. "Mr. President, what happened?" General Marshall and his secretary asked at the same time, with anxious expressions on their faces. Roosevelt raised his head, his eyes full of shock and despair: "The defense line in Sicily was broken by the German army, and our troops were retreating in full swing. The soldiers could no longer resist the German attack and could only be forced to retreat, and the battlefield was in chaos. ” The room suddenly fell into death silence, General Marshall and his secretary looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Their hearts were filled with shock and grief. The breakthrough of the Sicily defense line meant that the battle had reached its most critical moment. "Convene an emergency military meeting immediately," Roosevelt stood up, his voice low and firm, "we must re-form the combat plan and not let the German conspiracy succeed. No matter how much the price we pay, we must defend the Allied defense line and turn it around The battle situation.” "Yes, Mr. President." General Marshall and his secretary responded quickly, turning around and walking out of the office. Their pace was as if they were racing against time, hoping to find a solution to the problem as soon as possible. Roosevelt looked at their departure backs, feeling mixed in his heart. This war was much more difficult than he thought. But he knew that as the president of the United States, he could not retreat and had to lead the American people to win the war. His eyes revealed a firm belief that no matter how many difficulties and challenges there are, he will move forward bravely and never give up. The emergency military meeting was tense in the White House conference room. The generals sat around the conference table, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing. Everyone's face was filled with fatigue and anxiety. The continuous battles and tense situations of days and nights put their bodies and minds under tremendous pressure. The lights in the conference room were a little dim, as if they were sad about this difficult war. "Everyone, everyone knows the situation in Sicily." Roosevelt sat at the top of the conference table, his eyes scanning everyone present. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, but there was also a hint of worry. "We Now facing a huge crisis, we must come up with a solution as soon as possible. This war is related to the life and death of our country, and we cannot slackew the slightest." A general stood up and said, "Mr. President, I think we should send reinforcements immediately to regain control of Sicily. As long as we invest enough troops, we will definitely be able to defeat the German army and regain the defense line." His voice Although he was firm, he showed a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Obviously, he also knew that sending reinforcements was not easy. (End of this chapter)