blackstone code

Chapter 1520
Mr. President was as naughty as most children when he was a child. He liked to play with fire. Fortunately, he didn't wet the bed, otherwise it would be difficult for him to become the president.

Once he accidentally set his pants on fire, and the momentary fear made him tremble, even if he finally jumped into the pool to put out the fire on his pants.

Those fires did not cause any substantial harm to him, but he was still trembling with fear and breaking out in cold sweat.

A deep-seated fear!

Now, at this moment, after one o'clock in the evening, the moment he picked up the phone, a wave of fear from the inside out instantly spread throughout his body.

Sweat was squeezed out of the pores all at once, it was as magical as magic!

It violated the laws of nature. An invisible big hand squeezed Mr. President, otherwise he would not be able to sweat so much all at once.

The voice on the phone continued.

"Mr. President, the car of the Ministry of Defense is already at the door, please take the car immediately..."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. President stayed for a few seconds, then turned around and began to get dressed.

His wife, Mrs. President, just glanced at him, turned and went back to sleep.

She knew about Mr. President's cheating, but to her...it was no big deal.

For people like them, neither the spirit nor the body actually belong to themselves from a certain perspective.

Mr. President got into the car of the Ministry of National Defense and soon arrived at the Strategic Command. At this time, some generals had already gathered here. After seeing the President, they briefly greeted him and began to explain the situation.

"At 45:[-], our patrol spotted a group of Mariroans crossing the border and there was an exchange of fire while driving them away."

"At that time, we effectively prevented them from continuing to go south, but then more and more people joined..."

The major officer closed his mouth at this point, and everyone can guess the rest without thinking about it.

The configuration of the patrol team is an armored vehicle and two patrol vehicles. All together, there are about [-] people in total, equipped with three machine guns.

However, the patrol car's machine guns cannot be used after winter, because they are all outside the car, and in cold weather, it is completely frozen.

If you want to use it, you have to use hot water or heat it with fire.

The only thing that can be used is the armored car's machine gun, which is housed in the compartment.

Such a configuration is not a big problem for small-scale firefights, but once it encounters a larger-scale attack, it will be difficult to play any role.

If the enemy has hundreds of people, or more, these vehicles can only become a huge iron coffin!
After a few seconds, the President asked, "How did the patrol station get captured?"

After he finished asking this question, the other officers looked at each other without making a sound.

In fact, the patrol station is much more fragile than Mr. President imagined. It is just a concrete house. The purpose of building it is to give the patrol members patrolling the border a place to rest.

It is not a real fortification, when there are a large number of enemies attacking, and it also has explosives, it is completely unable to resist such an intensity of battle.

It didn't take long for some entrances to be blasted open. As for what happened after that, everyone knew.

The silence of the officers made Mr. President realize that his question was unnecessary. He frowned, "So gentlemen, do you have any plans next?"

"I don't want people talking about it after dawn and laughing at us for not being able to figure out how to deal with it."

One of the major generals coughed lightly. He was the youngest of the generals here, so naturally he was the one to speak.

"Mr. President, we think ... we think this is a war, and if we don't put out this invader quickly, more people will soon learn from them."

"There are more than 100 million refugees on the border. If these people start to forcibly go south by armed means, it will cause terrible damage to the social stability of the Federation!"

"They have no basis for life in the Federation, and they all carry weapons with them..."

Mr. President raised his hand and stopped him, "I know this, you just need to tell me what plan you have."

The major general looked at the other generals, then said in a deep voice, "We need your authorization."

When he said this, Mr. President realized what authorization he wanted!

Authorization for war!

In the Federation, there are only two ways to mobilize the army.

The first way is to vote in the Congress. If the voting result is higher than 60.00%, six people vote in favor, then the military can start military operations inside or outside the country.

The second way is the presidential privilege. According to the federal charter, the president has the privilege to directly mobilize the army to conduct military operations without going through Congress.

However, there is also a limitation. Generally speaking, when the time span and intensity of military operations do not exceed a certain standard, Mr. President can make his own decisions.

If a threshold is exceeded, then Congress must step in and vote.

This is a rule established to prevent the president from abusing his privilege and bringing danger to the country.

At this time, Mr. President's heart was surging, and he was also a little excited, because he knew very well that as long as he nodded, he would have the chance to be re-elected.

but……

He hesitated.

The generals of the military were all looking at him. To be honest, this kind of thing happened at this time, and the military could only come forward.

What they just said, destroying the stability and order of the Federation society, is not a joke!

Once these people go south, more Mariro people will go south, and there will be more and more.

Don't say anything about playing the momentum of the Federation in the international community. It is estimated that the war has really broken out, and the internal problems have not been cleaned up.

Political matters, they leave it to Mr. President to decide, and they will not interfere.

At this time, Mr. Truman also got up. He didn't come to the Ministry of Defense, but just sat in the room, smoking a cigarette.

Judging from the news he received, there is basically no problem with his victory.

But if the president declares a state of war at this time and mobilizes the army to the border to suppress it, he will have a chance to be re-elected.

This is the power entrusted to him by the charter, and no one can change it.

He didn't know what Mr. President would do. At this time, his heart was far less calm than his calm expression.

He also seemed to feel that particularly uncomfortable feeling, his heart was pounding, but he couldn't provide much strength to his body.

At 25:[-], Lynch was awakened by the sharp ringing of the phone. He opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling, and waited for the phone to ring a few times before getting up to answer it.

The call came at this time, and it rang several times and continued, which meant that it was a call he had to answer.

In fact, when disturbing others in such a late night, if it is not necessary for the other party to know something, the caller will put down the phone after three rings.

But not this time, it matters.

"Lynch, something happened on our border with Marillo, can you provide us with military assistance now?"

Mr. President's voice, Lynch got up immediately, and he put his shoulder on the receiver of the phone while changing clothes.

"Of course, anytime, anywhere. Can I know more details?"

Mr. President seemed to sigh, "We have already arranged a car, you have half an hour..."

When Mr. Truman knew that Mr. President finally handed over this matter to Blackstone to do it safely, he was relieved, and felt inexplicably guilty in his heart.

He felt that he... thought too much about Mr. President, and this also made him make a decision at the same time, that is to take good care of Mr. President, his children, nephews and younger generations.

Ten minutes later, the sergeant was woken up by a phone call, followed by the emergency assembly of the training camp...

From here to the northern border, it will take about two to three days by train, but don't forget that Lynch has an experimental model of a large transport aircraft.

At that time, these planes and those airborne troops were used for the airborne, and there were also airports in the north.

While mobilizing the Blackstone Field Service in Mariro to gather at the border, he airlifted the company's employees towards the border...

At the same time, Rekatos has led people across the border.

When the battle broke out, they lost some people, but they also managed to break through the blockade of the federal patrol.

The people who have really experienced these battles, what they have experienced is far more cruel than the reports that Mr. President has heard!

Before the patrol team was wiped out, they had already applied for rescue, and several patrol teams came in a short time.

These patrols drove after them from a distance, and the machine guns kept firing. These Mariro people were like harvesting wheat, falling down one after another, never getting up again.The fight continued for more than 40 minutes.

Their commotion was so great that many Mariroans, who hadn't planned to join in, also rushed to the border with weapons.

There were about three to 4000 people, and eventually they rushed across the border, they took out patrol cars and armored vehicles, they also attacked patrol stations, and then continued south.

At this time, for these people, for people like Rekatos, the joy in their hearts cannot be described in words!

The federation is so big, relying on their abilities and means, they can gather a certain amount of wealth in a short period of time, and when they change their identities, they will be able to go to big cities to enjoy themselves!
The sky gradually began to brighten, and there was still the last hurdle before the real freedom.

Every day refugees try to smuggle into the Commonwealth, and some have traveled some distance before being caught.

Those who do not resist will be thrown back to the border.

From the mouths of these people, everyone knows that there is still a blockade behind the border!
Only by crossing the last blockade can they gain real freedom!

(End of this chapter)