Chapter 1139: Landing Countdown
Explanation was concealment. No matter how sufficient the reasons, they could not hide the fact that the American military lacked fighting strength. Repeatedly stressing the enemy's power was nothing more than finding excuses for failure.
But without excuses, someone had to take the blame. Even if they wanted to show that they dared to shoulder responsibility, now was absolutely not the time.
No one had expected the situation to develop to this point. Before launching the offensive, Roosevelt could never have dreamed that the seven nations of the Oceanic Alliance would fail to take even the enemy's colonies.
A look through the history books would show that the United States' vast territory had all been seized from colonial empires.
Back then, each of those nations had been stronger than the Union, yet because of geographical factors, the final victor had always been the Union.
Now, with the British still holding the line in front and severing the connection between the enemy and its colonies, this was the best possible time to strike. With several nations joining hands, there should have been no way to fail.
Yet the foolproof plan had ultimately ended in failure. Unlike all previous territorial struggles, the enemy had been exceptionally ferocious this time.
Getting knocked back in Cuba was one thing. After all, the enemy lacked troops; as long as they dragged things out, there was hope of victory.
Austrian Central America, the most important target, was the real problem. The local immigrants were like hedgehogs—touch them, and they prick you.
The moment they showed the slightest intention of invading, before the Allied forces had even finished assembling, the other side struck first.
Their two allies, Mexico and Colombia, were now being ground into the dirt by the enemy. If the Union