Nevada was a state in the western United States of America. It bordered Oregon and Idaho to the north, Utah to the east, Arizona to the southeast, and California to the southwest. It covered roughly 286,400 square kilometers and had a population of just over one million.
Don't mistake its small population for weakness. Nevada was rich in mineral resources and possessed the largest silver mine in the world!
Mine owners were not people to be trifled with. Nevada's militia forces ranked among the best in the entire United States of America! Now that the Japanese had touched their cheese, there was no way this would end so easily!
The moment Wells fell, Governor Prague's days became difficult. Retaliation had to come, of course—but the Allied forces were no easy target either!
They might have made a fierce display, but in truth, everyone was merely putting on a brave face, using this as an excuse to bargain for terms. If they truly meant to turn against each other, it was already too late!
The enemy had already landed. When fighting on home soil, the militiamen fought at two hundred percent strength. But once they were sent out to defend their country, they instantly became trash with a combat power of only five!
This had already been proven. If they wanted to send troops beyond their borders to fight, they had better first prepare to deal with the soldiers mutinying! Talking grand strategy to ordinary soldiers was complete nonsense. Their ideological awareness was not that high; joining the militia was already their limit!
Prague asked with concern, "Kritore, what did the British say?"
Smiling, Kritore said, "Field Marshal Haig told us that the Japanese troops at the front had mutinied and severed contact with the Allied forces long ago. Everything they