It was sunny on November 28, 836 of the Julian calendar. It was already the coldest time of the year, and because the Caribbean was located at the lowest latitude near the sea, the weather was only slightly cold.
Brad, Iskander suddenly woke up from his dream.
He did not get up, but opened his eyes and stared blankly at the golden tassels on the top of the bed. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had a long and strange dream.
In that strange dream, hundreds of thousands of human armies came over, and thousands of ships blocked the Caribbean Sea. In desperation, he surrendered the city, and then...then he became the emperor.
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Although in the past Brad and Iskander often dreamed that they suddenly became awesome, punched the high priest, kicked the undead, and then became the emperor of the Semitic people with the support of everyone.
But never has it been as real as this dream...
This dream was so bizarre that he couldn't tell for a moment whether he was awake or still in the dream.
At this time, I heard a loud and long sound coming from the window: "Woo~~~"
The loud and clear sound spread throughout Caribbean City.
Brad was stunned for a moment, then sat up from the bed, gently lifted the quilt, slowly got out of bed, then put on his slippers, came to the window, and reached out to open the curtains.
Suddenly a ray of sunlight shone in from the window, stinging him so much that he could hardly open his eyes.
Brad quickly squinted his eyes, looked away, and then put his hands in front of his eyes. After a while, he gradually adapted to the sunlight.
Then look out through the window.
Under the clear sky, you can see the Caribbean City built on the mountain and the Caribbean Harbor at the foot of the mountain.
The extremely blue harbor was now filled with ships.
Looking down from the top of the mountain, the largest ship, the USS Enterprise, is as small as a beetle. The other battleships are like small caterpillars, densely packed together.
The huge ship kept billowing black smoke outwards, like active volcanoes.
Next to those giant ships, there were countless sailboats and barges, either shuttled back and forth in the harbor, or docked neatly on the shore.
Groups of soldiers were like ants, gathering into black lines. They got off the ships, held flags high, and drove into the city amidst the loud slogans of the officers.
On the other side, the war fortress is like a huge ghost, constantly taking off and landing in the sky. It shuttles back and forth, lifting various heavy equipment from those transport cargo ships, and then placing it on the dock.
The engineering and technical personnel of Feiying Group will take over these things immediately and assemble them.
On top of those docks, a steam-driven heavy-duty lifting device has risen from the ground and is about to enter the final stage.
Next to it, there are three other six- or seven-story heavy-duty gantry cranes that have begun to take shape.
The human engineers are laying two strange steel rails in the middle of the dock. The distinctive crisp sound of clanking steel is constantly being made.
The dock project had been designed and planned by the engineers of Flying Eagle Construction long before the human coalition set sail.
After these hoisting machines are completed, they will increase the loading and unloading efficiency of Caribbean ports hundreds of times.
At the sentry post at the pier, there are engineers pointing at the beaches and cliffs on both sides of the pier, discussing how to expand the ports and terminals in the Caribbean so that they can accommodate giant ships like the Enterprise.
It's a prosperous and prosperous scene. For hundreds of years, the Caribbean has never been as lively as it is now.
At this time, a rhythmic slogan was heard: "One. Two, one. One, two, three, four..."
"One, two, three, four~!"
The loud shouts showed that these people were in high spirits.
Brad couldn't help but was startled, and then he saw a group of soldiers holding rifles in both hands, lining up neatly, passing by the full text of "The Empire of Beauty" not far from his window.
The young men were all sweating profusely as they ran. White mist billowed out of their heads like hot water. They kept shouting slogans with firm, powerful and powerful voices.
It even made Brad couldn't help but think back to when he was young.
Seeing himself standing in front of the window, an officer immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone stand still."
The soldiers stopped abruptly and marched in unison.
The officer turned around, saluted Brad, and shouted loudly: "Hello, President. The Third Company of the Special Service Regiment is running, please give me instructions."
Brad was stunned for a moment, quite at a loss, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Continue, you continue, haha, hahaha..."
After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh twice. He was not used to these soldiers calling him president.
"Yes~!" The officer agreed, then turned around and shouted loudly: "Everyone, run, let's go~!"
Immediately, a group of soldiers started running towards him again amid chants.
Brad finally woke up at this time, but instead of being surprised, he looked at the retreating figures of the soldiers and murmured with a complicated expression: "Mom, I didn't expect it to be true..."
Then he looked into the distance with emotion, savoring the beautiful moment yesterday in his heart.
Just yesterday morning, that is, the second day after the human army landed, under the witness of a group of high-ranking human officials and various military and political officials in Caribbean City, the Lingshan Provisional Republic Government was established amidst a string of firecrackers and applause, and he
He was also honored to become the interim president of the interim government.
The original city main palace was also renamed the Presidential Palace, officially raising the flag of the republican government.
The coalition fleet fired a salute for half an hour, and the residents of the city shouted long live.
Although the momentum is not small, this new Semitic republic government is so shabby, with only the president, a few senior generals and some political officials.
In order not to look ugly, I had to bring in the grooms from the mansion to make up the number.
Fortunately, with the help of Lorraine, the son-in-law, the provisional government had a large number of regular troops.
There were a total of 60,000 to 70,000 people, all of whom were soldiers who had surrendered from the Semitic tribe.
Among them are the Caribbean Division with the security army's standard equipment, and two divisions of the original Semitic Praetorian Guard. They are not large in scale and have many elites.
My own advantage... Bah, my dear son-in-law, with a stroke of a pen, classified them all as his subordinates. Under the banner of the provisional government.
As the interim president, someone has a gun in his hands, so he will not be a shabby and polished commander.
But having said that, why do I always have a bad feeling when I receive those soldiers, as if I have been deceived in some way?
While he was thinking to himself, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Then, his butler... er, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Presidential Palace appeared in front of the door.
The Minister of the Interior bowed slightly, and then said: "Good morning, Your Majesty the President. Mr. Monnier, the Minister of Finance, would like to see you."
Your Majesty, how come this word sounds strange?
Brad couldn't help but frowned, then sighed and said: "My dear Wagel, the president is an elected leader, so don't use the word "Your Majesty, okay?"
Although I do not reject the word 'Your Majesty' in my heart, this is a unique title. Read the full text of Taoyuan Mountain God.
My son-in-law is so good at fighting. He has hundreds of thousands of subordinates, guns, cannons, aircraft carriers and planes. With his backing, he became the president today. Then tomorrow he will amend the constitution and rape the public opinion... bah bah.
, it is natural to become emperor if you comply with public opinion.
After all, there are still many ignorant people in this era, and the overall quality of the people is not high. The republic is not yet mature. If it is implemented rashly, it will inevitably bring about social unrest.
However, it is one thing to think what you think in your heart, but you have to express your attitude.
Wagel bowed slightly again and said calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty."
In the opinion of this stubborn old butler, if someone else becomes the president, he may still be your Excellency, but if the lord of his own family becomes the president, he is no different from the emperor, and he should be called your majesty~!
Their family is now, and must be, a Semitic royal family.
Brad couldn't help but sigh again, and then said: "Okay. Invite him to the restaurant, and I'll be there right away."
That housekeeper... Bah, bah, the Minister of Internal Affairs bowed again, then exited, closing the door behind him.
Brad turned around, looked at his wife, and said with a smile: "Hi, hi, my dear Madam President, are you interested in having breakfast with the President?"
What immediately greeted him was a down pillow and an angry scolding: "Get out of here, you old guy, you've just been a bullshit president for a day, and you've made me so miserable. Get away from me."
I get annoyed just looking at you~!”
Brad hit a heavy pillow on his face and couldn't help but sigh again. This is the bad thing about this old couple.
No matter how beautiful you are outside, you still don't take yourself seriously in the other person's eyes.
It is said that a great philosopher in the East also encountered the same problem, but he was unable to do anything. In the end, he had to lament: "Only women and children are the most difficult to feed~"
He reached out and picked up the pillow, carefully dusted it off, threw it on the sofa, and then turned around and went out.
I came to the restaurant and sat down at the table. A servant next to me brought a piece of bread and milk.
Although everything is the same as before, Brad can feel that many things are different.
For example, the servants are becoming more and more polite, and their expressions are as serious as judges. For example, they look at themselves with more and more awe and admiration. For example, their clothes are all decorated with gold rims (I don’t know)
How did the Home Secretary make these clothes in one day)...etc.
This made Brad sigh for a while: It feels good to be the president~!
He used to be just a small city that was in charge of the Caribbean. Even though he was a royal family, no one in Arkadelin took him seriously. Now...
Here he is eating bread and drinking milk.
At this time, a thin middle-aged man walked in. It was his tax officer... Bah, bah, bah, finance minister, Monir.
Brad immediately smiled and said: "Monir, have you had breakfast? You can also have some..."
Monir shook his head and said dryly: "No need. The city... uh... His Majesty the President."
Brad didn't take it seriously and laughed. Then he said, "What's the matter with you coming so early?"
As he spoke, he raised his cup and took an elegant sip of Temptation.
Monir hesitated for a moment, and then said with a sad face: "Your Majesty the President, we are bankrupt."
"Pfft~" Brad immediately sprayed out a long column of water like a humpback whale, spraying all the milk on the table.
Monier's glasses were all stained. He took off his glasses in embarrassment, took out a piece of silk and wiped them.
Brad stood up, looked at him blankly, and said, "What did you say? Tell me again?"
Later, the voice turned into a roar.
I just became the president yesterday. I was dreaming of becoming the emperor in the future and ruling the world for eternity. At this time, someone suddenly came in and said, you are bankrupt.
No matter who it is, I can't stand it.
Monir said honestly: "Your Majesty, it's not our fault. You have just accepted 70,000 Semitic elites. According to your instructions, they must all be equipped according to the human Naian army.
There are also everyone's military pay, officers' bonuses and living expenses, and their daily meals. None of this is an astronomical figure.
This is the only place we have in the Caribbean..."
After hearing this, Brad couldn't help but sit back and stared at the table blankly: No wonder, no wonder he felt a strange feeling when he accepted the soldiers.
It turns out that damn pretty boy dug a big hole for himself here~!
He has yet to settle the debt with him for defrauding his beloved daughter~!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
In the morning, I dreamed of being famous in history, and now it seems that I will definitely do it, because I will be famous in history for being the president for the shortest time - just one day, and becoming a big fool.
At this moment, I heard the sound of footsteps. Then a young woman dressed in white as snow walked in.
Brad looked up and saw that it was his daughter.
Fiona said hello to the two of them and then sat down at the other end.
Brad immediately stood up and shouted: "Where is that bastard Lorraine? Where is he?"
Fiona thought that some very pornographic, violent and inappropriate things she had done last night were discovered, and she couldn't help but blush. She lowered her head shyly and said, "He...he went to the military camp."
If it were a careful city lord...well, if it was a careful president's wife, he would definitely notice something was wrong with his daughter at the first opportunity, but the two sitting here are both gentlemen and didn't care at all.
President Bullard waved his arms and shouted: "That damn bastard, how could it go so smoothly when I asked him to hand over to the army? It turns out he dug a hole for me."
Fiona raised her head in shock and lost her voice: "Is this what you are talking about?"
"Of course I'm talking about this matter." President Bullard was stunned and said inexplicably, "otherwise, what do you think it is?"
Fiona hesitated for a moment, then stammered: "I...I...I thought it was this too."
President Bullard looked at her strangely, and then continued: "Go and tell that Lorraine that I can't support these troops and ask him to take them back..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fiona slammed the table hard and said loudly: "What nonsense are you talking about, old man, are you so mad?
Read the full text of "Political Power Emerges from the Barrel of a Gun".
If you don’t have an army, why do you think you’re a bullshit president?”
Brad was startled by her, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that what she said was reasonable. Being president is not just playing house. You can just sit on the kang and think about it. You need an army.
But then, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "But...but we in the Caribbean have no money."
As he spoke, he pointed at Monir and said: "Old Mo came here early this morning to tell me that our government is bankrupt."
Fiona immediately became furious, pointed at Brad's nose with her slender finger, and said angrily: "What can I say to you? It's such a big deal, but you have the nerve to talk about it.
This person’s structure is really too small…”
Fiona's delicate body trembled, her domineering aura dispersed, and President Brad and Monir were so frightened that they were speechless.
Listening to her scolding, Brad and Monier couldn't help but look at each other.
After a while, Brad took advantage of Fiona's breathing space to interrupt and said, "Daughter, do you have a solution?"
Fiona immediately rolled her eyes and said: "Nonsense, are you calling this a problem?
Don’t even think about it, who are you now?
As the president of the Semitic Provisional Government, everything on this Semitic territory belongs to the government, and you have the power to dispose of it."
Brad was confused after hearing this, with a blank look on his face, and said: "Why don't I understand what you said? Even if the Semitic things belong to the government, it's not like we haven't occupied those territories.
?How can I exchange money for this?"
Seeing that he was so clueless, Fiona gritted her teeth angrily and pointed at his nose. She couldn't say a word. In the end, she just spit out a sentence hatefully and said: "You peasant~!"
Brad was also furious at the moment. He slapped the table and said, "Farmer, what's wrong with farmers? Without farmers farming, what will you eat? Without farmers weaving, how can you have clothes to wear? Without farmers, where will you collect taxes?"
In my eyes, they are the greatest group of people.
You damn girl, you’ve had enough to eat for two days and yet you dare to look down on the farmers, believe it or not, I’ll beat you up?”
With that said, those who rolled up their arms and sleeves were about to step forward.
Several people nearby hurriedly stepped forward to stop the fight.
Fiona realized that she had made a mistake and explained from a distance: "I don't look down on farmers, but as the president, your vision is still based on the original knowledge of the small farmer economy. This is your fault."
Brad laughed angrily and said: "You've been out for two years and you've become more successful. Okay, tell me how to solve our current situation. If you don't think it's right, don't blame me for being rude~!"
Fiona sighed, then snapped her fingers and said: "Leo, come on~!!"
His tone sounded like a biting dog.
Everyone turned around and saw, as expected, a fat little fat man standing at the door.
Leo didn't care about Fiona's order, and walked towards President Brad with a standard insurance salesman's smile on his fair little face.
Although he was just a fat little fat man, President Brad couldn't help but shudder as he saw him walking over step by step, as if he saw the devil's triangular tail dangling from his butt. (To be completed.)
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