"Doesn't this mean that Atlanteans cannot go deep into the interior?"
The President, whose hairline has moved back due to anxiety recently, has bright eyes.
He wondered whether it would be safer to move White House to Chicago, or San Antonio.
There is nothing shameful about strategic transfer and preservation of vitality.
"The war hasn't even started yet, but we're ready to move the capital and run away. This operation looks a bit familiar!"
Luke, who specially observed the president's facial expression, was speechless.
Politicians in the world are all the same.
"Atlanteans definitely has a solution to the problem. They can completely use the coastline as Qidian and continuously build strong fortresses that serve as transfer stations to stabilize the advancement front."
Luke once again ruthlessly exposed the beautiful fantasy of the President.
Rather than expecting Atlantis to be beyond reach, it would be difficult to enter the interior.
It is better to think seriously about how to organize forces and carry out defense.
"This... I forgot about it for a moment. Such a tactic can indeed be adopted!"
The president, whose sweet dreams were shattered and experienced the ups and downs of life, couldn't help but feel a little angry.
What's even more annoying is that he can't get angry at Luke.
Because, judging from the current situation.
The only chance to save the country and win the war rests on this major general.
Superman is everyone's last hope!
"Those strong fortresses built along the coastline with defensive water films can certainly provide supplies to Atlanteans, but they are also obvious targets."
Luke analyzed calmly and continued, "It is completely possible to send bombers to provide fire coverage, and at the same time use the aircraft carrier formation to carry out small-scale harassment."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. previously captured several submarines from Hydra. After thorough transformation, and with the nuclear reactors designed by Howard-Stark, they can be launched into the water and put into use in a short time."
"Facing Atlantis's attack, the winning rate is not as low as expected."
Hearing Luke say this, the President felt at ease.
The eyes of the young major general sitting opposite him flickered slightly.
In fact, Luke holds quite a few trump cards.
Apart from Superman's own combat power, Golden Trident taken from Namor can change the weather and set off a tsunami.
It couldn't be easier to deal with Atlantis's army.
All it takes is to create a huge tsunami to destroy all the fortresses on the Atlantic Ocean coastline - this is a lose-lose style of killing one thousand enemies and eight hundred losses to oneself.
There is no need to use it until there is a critical moment.
The reason why I didn't tell White House and the Pentagon this was just to keep the tense atmosphere of this war fermenting and create a more favorable situation for S.H.I.E.L.D..
As for the president's failure to sleep well and a series of problems such as hair loss and baldness due to anxiety, those are not within the scope of Luke's consideration.
"I think we can let Navy Department's aircraft carrier formation attract Atlanteans's attention from the side, while S.H.I.E.L.D.'s task force and Invasion Team launch attacks from the ground."
Luke spoke in an orderly manner. This calm and confident demeanor was like a shot in the arm of the president, and his anxiety slowly calmed down.
In comparison, Capitol Hill's group of numerous congressmen who argue constantly and have different opinions seem a bit ridiculous.
The performance of the Pentagon is even more disappointing.
So many days have passed since Atlantis appeared.
Neither Navy Department nor War Department could come up with a practical plan that eliminated the bad idea of abandoning the coastline and retreating to inland cities.
Thinking of this, the president looked at Luke with even more eager eyes.
It was as if a drowning man had finally grasped a life-saving straw.
Rear Admiral Cavill is the pillar of the country!
The real savior!
He thought so.
"Major General, if you have any needs, please feel free to ask."
The president was temporarily happy and 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 Budget Committee flee upon hearing the news, and how he made the Pentagon avoid him.
Ask for benefits, make conditions, apply for funds... these things.
Luke can be said to be extremely proficient.
"It is an honor for me to be able to make a small contribution to this war."
The young major general with a gentle smile had no intention of taking credit.
Such an attitude made the President burst into tears, and he was so moved that he was speechless.
"But-"
Before the president, whose hair was thinning day by day, could be moved, Luke changed the subject and said, "Since the President has said so, I have no choice but to be disrespectful, accept this kindness, and make a little request."
A little bit?
An ominous premonition arose in the president's heart.
The next moment, Luke took out a thick folder with probably hundreds of pages.
"This is it?"
The president's throat rolled twice, and he silently prayed that Luke would never ask for money again.
Budget Committee has been hollowed out!
He opened it with trembling hands, and the first thing that caught his eye was——
"World Security Council's preparation plan and specific regulations"
Three days later.
Boston, port.
The cargo ships that usually parked here have disappeared.
Instead, there were huge triangular fortresses rising from the ground.
Standing on the shore, you can clearly see groups of tall and strong Atlantis guards.
They wear fishbowl-like boss helmets on their heads for normal breathing.
Everyone is uniformly dressed like exoskeleton powered armor, and they feel full of power when walking.
In the past few days, the naval fleet has tried to expel it several times, but all failed.
There is an obvious firepower gap between the two sides, and Atlantis is familiar with the ocean and can give full play to its advantages.
Navy Department's various tactics are difficult to achieve their original effects.
Generally speaking, the technology tree of Atlantis is similar to that of the country with the same name in the studio next door.
In the current world after the end of World War II, it is well ahead of the times.
Unless White-headed Eagle can bring Allied Nations together to fight another civilized war against Atlantis and defend Land World.
Otherwise, the best way is to abandon coastal cities and shrink the defensive front inward.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that there are so many capitulation factions and peace negotiation factions in White House and the Pentagon.
A land country, compared to the previous Ocean Civilization, the gap is indeed quite big.
"Inform Nimitz of the Navy Department and ask him to bring the aircraft carrier formation over. Those Atlanteans are preparing to land."
Luke fell to the ground, retracted his gaze, and said to Liaison Officer.
Through Super Vision and super hearing, he could easily understand the conversation in the fortress.
"The next step is Invasion Team."
Luke looked at the heavily armed Rogers and said softly, "You must lead War Department's mechanized troops, as well as National Guard as support, to prevent Atlanteans from landing."
Most of the citizens of Boston were evacuated and evacuated in advance.
In this city, only US Army is waiting to fight, and Atlanteans is about to land.
"Promise to complete the mission!"
Captain America tightened Vibranium shield on his hand and nodded vigorously.
This was his first time taking on the role of a conductor, so he felt a little nervous.
"Steve, all you have to do is buy time for Howard so that he can successfully implement the last step."
Luke warned.
He does not doubt the strength of Captain America.
The "Battleship-class" soldiers who have been strengthened twenty-four times by Wardun's Blood have no problem dealing with Atlantis's army.
Except for Hellfire Club's Mutants, plus Namor himself, these blue-skinned Deep Sea People have almost nothing to fight against.