I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1446 - Border Incident

Chapter 1446: Border Incident

It was not just South Colombia that saw the dawn of unification.

Trump’s rise into power also gave the President of North Colombia, Vargas hope.

Six months ago, the former Colombian president was a.s.sa.s.sinated. As the vice president, he stepped into power and took control of the military and political power of North Colombia with the a.s.sistance of NATO. Even though the civil war was unsuccessful from the very start, he always believed that the failure of the war was not because of NATO’s inability to defeat Celestial Trade, but the weak Hill government that led the war.

“Although Celestial Trade is slightly superior in military technology, war has never been a simple compet.i.tion of science and technology. In addition to scientific and technological factors, many other factors determine the outcome of war, including industrial strength, economic strength, and diplomatic strength. I believe I don’t need to explain these further. You all should understand.”

At the highest meeting of the Colombian Military Commission, Vargas knocked his fist on the table and said loudly.

Although North Colombia was incomparable to Celestial Trade from all factors, Celestial Trade could not compete with the giant war machine known as NATO in any of the factors mentioned before.

The advantage of Celestial Trade was based on small-scale wars. If the war escalated, Xin would definitely be dragged into the Colombia battlefield that was enough to swallow it in the mess. The left-leaning Democratic Party could not make a decisive decision against Celestial Trade, but the right-wing Republican Party was different, even for an ultra-conservative like Trump.

Once a total war broke out, the outcome for that d.a.m.ned yellow-skinned monkey would be sent to the gallows by the UA soldiers.

Just like the fate of Saddam!

“…The outcome of a small-scale war cannot explain any problems. As long as the battlefield expands beyond Colombia, NATO will squeeze Celestial Trade to death like an ant!”

Vargas’ pa.s.sionate speech ended but the entire conference room was silent.

The silence lasted for about three seconds before applause filled the room.

The applause gradually ceased.

“…The key of the problem is, will the UA really escalate the war against Celestial Trade for us?” After the General of North Colombia heard President Vargas’s speech, he said hesitantly, “If the war escalates, even if NATO eventually wins, the price paid will not be small.”

“Until last week, I was thinking about the same question,” One corner of Vargas’ mouth was turned up as he continued, “But just the day before yesterday, Wall Street gave us a gift.”

There were small chatters around the table as the members present looked at each other in confusion.

The discussion was focused on Celestial Trade and NATO a second ago, how did the topic suddenly change to Wall Street.

“Just two days ago, our ‘Columbia Unity Foundation’ received two billion dollars in donations, and on the list of donation signatures, the names of Morgan, Rockefeller, Martin, and Bush appeared.” On the table, the excitement in his tone could not be concealed. Vargas glanced around at the military committee members present, “Comrades, think about it, what does this mean? It means that Wall Street, which represents the elites of North America, is already on our side. North America’s military-industrial complex is already on our side!”

Only then did the expressions on everyone’s face begin to change.

Military-industrial complex.

Many people were still unconvinced when they heard the name Wall Street. But when they heard the military-industrial complex, almost everyone looked joyful. A huge interest group composed of the military, military-industrial enterprises, and some members of Congress. It was one of the most powerful political forces in North America that contracted almost 90% of the UA foreign wars from the 1950s to the present.

After the fall of Goldman Sachs, who didn’t know who the arms giant in North America was?

This list gave everyone hope that they could reclaim their lost territory.

“…The opinions of Wall Street cannot represent the opinions of the UA government, but this list of donations can be used as a reference,” the Supreme Commander of North Columbia said solemnly, “To be on the safe side, we can create some border tensions to test the reactions of South Colombia, Celestial Trade, and the UA.”

“Let’s execute your plan!” Vargas said.

…

On December 26th, the atmosphere of Christmas had yet to completely fade, and the snowy streets at Town of Caucasia in the north of Antioquia were still filled with the fragrance of roast turkey and turrón. Evergreen trees, red ribbons, and big bells decorated the streets. Children laughed and chased each other around the snowman, and adults walked together in groups as they chatted and laughed.

The tavern on the corner of the street was like a stove that turned people’s pa.s.sion for winter into the fragrance of malt beer. Although due to the war, this year’s Christmas atmosphere was slightly more depressing compared to usual, people’s wish for tomorrow remained unchanged.

Everyone believed that tomorrow would be better. North and South Colombia would eventually reach unification again, the outposts and border posts outside the town would be removed, and the villagers who worked in Montreal could return home for Christmas next year…

“At this time, I should be drinking beer by a warm fireplace instead of standing guard in this sh*tty place.” The soldier in a thick snowsuit and carried an AK47 rifle squatted by the fire. He loosened the collar stuck to this neck, then looked at the forests not far away, “Seriously, even soldiers need a vacation.”

“Let’s talk about something happy. Maybe the war will end next year?”

“Haha, that is a good joke.”

With a bit of sorrow in his laughter, the captain used a branch and fiddled with the fire. The soldier who had spoken before became silent.

At that moment, the sound of a car engine was heard not far away.

“There is some noise.”

The captain tossed the branch into the fire, stood up from the ground with his rifle, “Carlos, go outside and have a look.”

“Ok.”

Carlos patted down the snow on his lap, then gestured to the soldier on top of the sentry tower as he walked out of the topside with his rifle. He stopped in the middle of the road and raised his right hand at the van that came from North Colombia.

The van came to a halt slowly, the door opened, and a man wearing a thick leather jacket and a knitted hat on his head got out of the van.

“You’re entering South Columbia, show me your ID,” Carlos said.

The man didn’t speak and just put his hand in his pocket.

However, what he took out was not some sort of ID but a pistol.

Pewpew!

Two unsuspected gunshots ignited the gun battle outside the post.

Carlos was shot in the chest. He collapsed in the snow as his limbs gradually lost consciousness.

He saw masked soldiers get out of the van in his dying consciousness, then army boots stepped past him. After a brief exchange of fire, they quickly rushed into the border post.

The gunshots seemed to dissipate, along with his consciousness.

About ten minutes later, the townspeople of Caucasia were surprised to see smoke from the outpost.

When the border guards stationed nearby arrived, all the people who attacked the outpost had left. The only thing they left was an outpost raging in fire, a wall full of bullet marks, and a South Colombia flag that was half burned…

On the day of the incident, President Timoshenko of South Colombia happened to be in Coro City for a state visit…