Reborn American Tyrant

William White was actually a little confused, since when, hawk sauce actually threw away the so-called self-confidence.

It must be known that back then, in order to be able to revive Europe, Hawk Sauce aided Europe a total of nearly 15 billion US dollars in four fiscal years.

What kind of astronomical figure is 15 billion US dollars after World War II?

To help Europe climb out of its devastated ruins, Hawkspear was very generous. Of course, you could argue that it was their factories that couldn't stop, and without the stimulus of such a big chunk of the market, the post-war depression would never have been avoided.

The American empire itself can say these things, the big rabbit nations that didn't take the benefit can say them. Europe, however, can not, if you say so, then it is ungrateful.

Anyway, one thing is certain. The hawk sauce at the time did have a great nation mentality and was indeed willing to accommodate other cultures. What has been said about a lighthouse nation, that's how it should be.

You fight bull 13, and are able to dry up moustaches and little Japanese. It's nothing to brag about, and without you, we'd all just be miserable and probably go through some dark times.

The sea of tolerance. That's a pretty good way to describe the post-war hawk sauce.

Unfortunately, the losers in the back don't know how to play the game. It's only been a few decades, but they're actually starting to restrict the development of others.

I really can't understand it either, John Bull's genetics are actually as strong as they are.

Asia is developing too fast, especially Japan, they must be tripped up a bit. Well, this is easy to understand, the little Japanese wolf ambition, appropriate to be on the lookout for, that's nothing to complain about, the fact is just so.

Messing with the Euro when it's issued is rather toothless. If you didn't unilaterally abolish the Bretton Woods system, people are crazy to get a unified currency.

What is this?

Nothing more, just a continental balance policy in the economic field.

But the problem is, John Bull's set back then was a clear failure ah. Pressing the gourd to float, in the end, it was actually a form of the world's enemy. A huge sunset empire that actually rotted like a broken piece of wood.

"Filson, what's with the dark face. Could it be that the World War has started again?

I guess it's nothing else but this."

"Cough, cough, cough, boss, it's not a world war, but it's a pretty big war conflict."

William White was a little startled that he was just taking the word for it. He couldn't really think of any place that needed a war other than this Confederate thing.

Silly Daiki?

The dead bones in the mound, speaking of this guy.

"Sorry, I really can't guess. Could it be that that general is using the wrong map again? Let's hope they don't go to Siberia, a bad one, there's a real possibility of a war breaking out."

Mocking the military for using the wrong map has basically become a staple. It's like when they use laundry detergent to pass off a biological weapon. Instead of calling them liars, you'd call them bandits, and just make up any excuse anyway, without even thinking about it.

"The A-San fought, in Kashmir. From the beginning, the war was at a fever pitch." Before William White could continue his ramblings, Filson gave his answer. Who fought who and why, Philson didn't care. However, the increasingly tense external environment was not good for their next plan.

"Damn, what kind of news is this, it's the same cursed land as Smyrna. They could have gone to war any time they wanted, they didn't sign any agreements anyway.

I just don't get it, what's the point of dragging it out all the time, it's over after the fight, it's never over, don't they have other things to do."

William White said this with his mouth full, but his mind was breaking into curses. He had forgotten the memory, and certainly not without reason. In Kashmir, the mess left by this John Bull, and some of it fought, could not be stopped.

The 38th parallel, the McMahon line, plus this Kashmir. It's all hand tails left to the world by those bastards.

Give up the colonies, it's the trend. Don't say sunset John Bull, even the US Empire can't seem to do that.

With a grudge against them, of course these bastards can't see anyone else's good side. If you guys can't pinch each other, how can you show how despicable John Bull is.

"Filson, there's no way around here. Because there won't be a war, so the place won't stop."

Filson was a bit startled, he couldn't understand how, his own boss, had come to his conclusion.

Of course, William White wasn't going to explain anything. If a fight could be settled with his mouth, San would still be very bull13, but if it was a real fight, it would be a real shame.

"Ahem, boss, I know they don't fight very well. I also looked at the information just now. I really can't understand how no violence and no cooperation can work.

These guys, that is, they ran into John Bull, if it had been Moustache and Little Japan. Heck, there probably wouldn't be many of them left alive now. However, this time is a little different, the scale and intensity of the war is completely different.

Just in case, just in case some outside force gets involved again."

Filson's concern, William White did not take it seriously. As the saying goes, Sango is too.

To begin with, the seemingly enormous San hadn't had any real unification. All this stuff they have now was inherited from John Bull.

Secondly, it's a wonder that something as ridiculous as the caste system can coexist with the civilized world. It's good to fight the good fight, but once you get into passivity, it's an immediate rout.

Fuck, you're not a pariah if you win?

Since it's the same, let's save our lives before anything else.

Hey, hey, you can take a submarine out for a spin and forget to close the sea pass valve. Gosh, if this happened in any other country, I'd probably need to be shot a hundred times. As for Sam, ahem, just a shake of the shoulders, I forgot, what's the big deal, it's just that the submarine sank, it's not like there's no way to retrieve it.

Of course, William White can't say that now. Since the chief think-tank expressed concern, he could only react normally.

The international situation was unstable, and risk capital tended to be short and sweet. Then, the move to reduce shares would need to be slowed down. If the support level is touched, say, a portion of the shares will need to be purchased and written off.

If he hadn't had the foresight, he couldn't even say that Filson's concerns were wrong. Look, since you're using outdated maps here, how about I destroy some of the weapons I can't use.

In the end, Peanutton's rhythm is all messed up. All along, fighting was not a channel that donkeys were good at, and as we watched things get bigger and bigger, Old Curtis-san naturally couldn't sit still.

"Al, if we step in to mediate, or if the Council steps in, will it encourage both sides to calm down."

"Ahem, Your Excellency, President, in what name. Also, what position should we use? If Sam pulls out of Kashmir, well, that's not realistic, and since he can't do it, this war will never stop."

Curt was stunned, military diplomacy was not his forte. He was only now figuring out how much trouble John Bull, back then, had left behind. From geopolitics to economic structures, from religious beliefs to political structures.

It was simply impossible to completely get rid of John Bull's influence anyway. As a thousand year old cunt, John Bull is still very competent, you guys just keep messing around, you can't say one day.

Well, for now it's just yay, they can't change anything.