Zedong Electronics had not paid one Yuan for more than $10 billion Yuan worth of aircraft. Twenty-five of the newest Boeing 747-400ERs had been delivered over the last five years and less than $100 million Yuan had been paid for them, less than the cost of just one aircraft.

A large wooden seating platform had been placed with a grand view of all the aircraft for the occasion. The chairman climbed up the stairs to face the beautiful birds.

“Comrades, I stand between our two brave pilot teams who will take-off in one hour and be the pilots leading our first attack on mainland America,” the chairman continued standing between two groups of three men who had been the lucky ones to get the job. All six pilots stood at attention and looked straight ahead. They never looked at the chairman once, since they were too low in rank to even be seen looking at him.

“The first aircraft in our front line is the aircraft that will invade American airspace first. Over a certain country outside of the United States, the position of which only I know, she will meet up with her sister aircraft, the 747 transporter. At this moment the transporter, which at another location, is ready and holds the five million working electronic parts and spares ready to get New York’s airports and harbor infrastructure up and running. We will start by bringing the three New York airports and the complete harbor facilities back online with generator power so that we can take control of New York and start distributing food to our new citizens.”

“Down there,” he pointed to a group wearing white coats, “are 100 of our best Zedong electrical engineers. They are ready for the task of electrifying our new country and working hard to make her come alive again. To the right of them are 200 of our elite Mao Red Guards, who will protect our engineers from any old-world Americans who try to upset our plans.”

“Once these personnel have been deposited in New York, the aircraft will return here and all of our aircraft will leave 36 hours before our planned arrival in New York. The 20,000 troops they carry will be placed into position around the harbor and on the bridges, greeting our arrival into New York Harbor. They have 24 hours to terminate any opposition and then give us ground protection against any form of resistance from American military. Our aircraft will be refueled by our engineers and again return here to Shanghai to collect our second load of 20,000 Red Guards who will arrive as we arrive under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge into New York Harbor. With another 4,000 Red Guards aboard our naval and container ships, we will have a mighty force of over 40,000 soldiers to extinguish any capitalistic flames in America.” He paused for the applause.

“Five days after we arrive, a third flight of 20,000 Red Guard Marines will land in Washington D.C. and will be met by us personally at Ronald Reagan International Airport.” Again applause interrupted his speech.

“Two weeks from then, two more flights of 20,000 troops will be flown into Los Angeles International Airport, as well as another 4,000 troops on our naval vessels and container ships. Gentlemen, within a month, we will have a glorious Red Guard Army of over 110,000 men on American soil, all ready to populate the country with children from the remaining women of our new country.” There was another enthusiastic round of applause from the massive audience of 15,000 men listening.

“It now gives me great honor to rename this airport in the name of my father, who was one of the most prominent people in China. Comrades, I now dedicate this airport, which will henceforth be called the “Comrade Zhaung Chunqiao International Airport.”

Again, there was a loud ovation from the thousands of men who applauded the new name. The chairman shook hands with the six pilots, as the men below in long rows began to board the first aircraft through tall mobile stairs, each engineer waving to the platform as they entered through one of the three doors. Then, the 200 soldiers walked up the stairs, and 20 minutes later, the stairs were pulled away and the whine of Rolls Royce aircraft engines could be heard. Nobody moved. A tractor pulled the large aircraft around and out to the taxiway, making sure that the blast of the engines did not hit the platform.

The large aircraft taxied around to the main runway and with its engines screaming, the large 747 began to move faster and faster. It took a long time, but finally the aircraft could be seen a mile away climbing into the air for its long trip to John F. Kennedy Airport, 7,370 miles away. The 16 dignitaries walked back to the bus, got in, and were driven to the harbor area.

Shanghai Harbor was a massive metropolis of cranes and ships, but was dwarfed by the collection of shipping that had congregated from different ports along the Chinese coast just the night before. There again, thousands of the new and officially dressed Red Guards were on parade everywhere, in red with gold-edged military uniforms designed for parades. They were armed and all male. The bus swept into the main harbor area, and there were gasps of surprise from the men in the bus at their first sight of the new Zedong Navy.

The pride and joy of the new Navy was berthed in the most central location—its new aircraft carrier, the ‘Shi Lang’ with the number 83 on both sides of its hull and on the coning tower. Next to her were two modern destroyers, and next to them were two recently completed long-range frigates. On the other side of the harbor were five massive container ships, the biggest in the world, laden down with cargo and smoke already rising from their towers.

A second observation platform had been especially built for the occasion on the edge of the harbor, and the 16 men mounted the platform. The platform was again surrounded by thousands of parade-dressed guards and a speaker’s podium had been placed in the middle where the speaker would have his back to the awesome sight of the naval power of Zedong Electronics. The chairman headed towards the podium as the other men took their seats.

Comrade Mo Wang was shaken away from the awe of the view by his cell phone buzzing in his pocket. “Yes, Fung,” he stated abruptly into the satellite phone.

“Comrade, I have the latest reports for you,” stated the head-of-communications on the 29th floor of the building they had just left. “Report from the American airport: our men are at the airport and halfway to completing the clearance of the runway. They report no problems. The airport is totally empty of Americans. There are no American troops anywhere to be seen and they said that they have the two fuel pumpers and necessary equipment ready for refueling operation. The engineers are needed to start up the electrical systems and the two aircraft should be back in the air to Shanghai once the engineers have replaced the electrical fuel pump’s components. They believe there will be 33 plug-in electrical replacements.”

“Yes, yes, I know that, Fung. The two aircraft are on their way. It should take the engineers an hour to get the fuel pumps to activate the flow of fuel to the aircraft once they land. What else? I’m busy.”

“Report from Comrade Deng. They have arrived in the state of Alabama and are proceeding two hours ahead of schedule. They are expecting to meet up with Comrade Bo Lee Tang within 24 hours and complete their attack on the Raleigh airport, and then will immediately travel north. Do you have any orders for the other squads? You told me to remind you—to tell you about moving everyone towards New York.”

“I remember, Fung,” Wang replied. “Tell all squads to begin moving towards the New York airport called JFK and to report in at headquarters. They must not arrive until the morning of Day Eight. That will allow our Red Army troops to set up their control base and be ready for our squads to arrive.”