As the Chinese General stood in a control tower and looked at the devastation of Fort Knox, still smoldering from the battle that raged across it less than a few days ago , he felt a sense of worry.
As he watched two dozen Iranian soldiers head off down Highway 60 towards the town of Hawesville, he thought his problems were solved. They were only just beginning.
He had heard no word from his Iranian scout unit, but that no longer mattered. His electronics team had managed to get one of the satellite phones working, and a desperate call had come through.
It was at that moment the General remembered the Americans at that truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Re-routing a drone back, his heart sunk.
The trucks were gone.
The Chinese column proceeded up the American highway quickly.
The country was in chaos without power, but what was a surprise was how the Iranians had died.
Their bodies sat in their seats as if they were merely parked.
The Chinese officer also saw, to his puzzlement, that nothing had been looted.
Some of these rifles had been taken right out of the arms rooms at Fort Knox.. how could they not want them?
Pouring fire into the trees, he felt confident he could push back what he assumed to be just a handful of eager locals.
A half mile down the highway, it happened again. And then again.
As if the Americans knew where the Major was heading, and were trying to slow him down.
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