Working as a police officer in Mexico

Admiral Norman Schwarzkopf was originally discussing the next battle plan with his staff.

When he heard that a fight had broken out in the cafeteria, he felt something was wrong and rushed over with his men.

If this is not handled properly, it will greatly affect the prestige of being the boss, but if it is handled too strictly, the younger brothers who are already taking advantage of the situation will definitely become even worse.

Norman Schwarzkopf is already angry. He weighs 200 pounds in China, but now it has soared to 230 pounds!

"Who the hell arranged for Spain and Mexico to eat in the same cafeteria?" He was furious at the staff next to him.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, didn't you say that everything is under your control?

Norman Schwarzkopf ran towards the cafeteria with a gloomy face. Seeing the situation inside, he took a deep breath and was about to shout angrily.

Whoosh~

A plate flew from nowhere and hit him on the head directly.

"Fuck!"

General Norman Schwarzkopf covered his head and cursed loudly, and he was furious. "Send troops over and suppress them!"

A team of American soldiers with weapons were pulled to the door of the cafeteria.

He touched the big bump on his forehead, and the more he looked inside, the angrier he became. He took out his gun and fired three shots at the sky. Only then did the people inside slowly stop.

There were still hairs stuck on John Basilone's iron bench.

Obviously...

This guy was going for the other person's forehead. Looking at the Spaniard who was beaten into a pig's head, he bared his teeth and saw that his front teeth were broken. He spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the side.

He raised his middle finger to a Spanish captain with disdain, and cursed.

The other party saw his lip shape and his face turned green.

Both sides spoke Spanish, and some greetings were considered dirty by their own people!

"Captain, commander..." Just as both sides stared at each other, the Spanish commander fell to the ground unconscious.

His face was covered with blood!

His nose was collapsed...

He looked miserable.

Admiral Norman Schwarzkopf gritted his teeth, "Send the wounded to the military doctor, and the others..."

The staff officer behind him pulled his clothes, and he took a deep breath, "Go back to your camp!"

He couldn't just shoot him, so he went back with a dark face to discuss how to punish him!

"However, the Mexicans' combat capability is really strong, and almost all those lying on the ground are Spanish." A major said with a smile.

Admiral Norman Schwarzkopf glanced at him.

Can't you say this later?

You said in front of the Spanish that they are not good at fighting, isn't it the same as saying that the third sister-in-law was gang-raped in front of the third brother?

It's the truth, but the truth is always so harsh.

"Energetic young men are more suitable to be the vanguard."

General Norman Schwarzkopf wrote down this sentence, frowned, and said nothing, but obviously had other ideas in his mind.

In the cafeteria.

Rommel bent down to pick up the gloves on the ground, knocked them on the table, knocked off the dust on them, and stuffed them into his pocket, "Let's go."

The Spaniards looked at him hatefully, but they could only stare at him when they were beaten.

The battle of the Mexican Revolution in the cafeteria of Arifjan Base spread rapidly.

There was gossip everywhere in the Allied forces.

At this time, there was no strong army artillery, and the mental pressure was already great. Now when they heard that someone was fighting, they charged and played the spirit of the spectators.

Rommel and his team became "famous" in an instant.

The Allied Operations Command quickly issued penalties against Spain and Mexico.

Report the incident to their respective government agencies and ask them to urge rectification. If such incidents occur again, they will be severely punished!

The Mexican army was sent to the front line of the Tafla Post to cooperate with the 4th Marine Division of the United States to fight against the most elite 3rd "Saladin" Armored Division of Iraq, and the Spanish...

Go and provide logistics support, dig trenches, and do hard labor.

It seems...

It's not good to be too good at fighting.

When this matter reached Victor's ears, he was in command in the temporarily rebuilt town government office!

He just asked calmly, "Did you win?"

After getting a positive answer, he nodded with satisfaction and stuck the flag in his hand on the sand table.

It's okay if you win.

If you lose, you have to ask Rommel how he led the troops!

This is a matter of face.

Millions of Allied troops are watching. If you lose, where will Victor put his face?

"Sir, General Kennedy and others are here." Jason Bourne said as he pushed open the door, followed by a group of people, and the leader was the current military representative: Kennedy Heisenberg.

He was anxious, and when he saw Victor, he couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead, and his tone was a bit complaining, "Sir, how can you come to such a frontline place, it's too dangerous!"

He originally wanted to keep the headquarters in Sonora State, but received a call saying that the governor was on the front line. Tepic Town was less than 13 kilometers away from Jalisco State. If you take a shit, if the wind is strong, it can blow into the other side's mouth.

Any modern artillery can reach this distance.

Kennedy was so scared that he brought his guards and staff over overnight.

"Danger? My soldiers are here, what's the danger." Victor said with a smile, and his eyes swept over the group of people following Kennedy and saw an acquaintance, "Colonel Horatio Herbert Kitchener, am I right?"

Kitchener, who was half a body behind Kennedy, looked solemn and said, "Unless the drug dealer steps over my body."

Victor laughed twice and patted his shoulder, "I just sit here and tell my gentlemen that I am with you. If this war fails, we will sacrifice together for our motherland. If If we win, we will cheer together.”

"However, I still hope that please bring me victory, gentlemen."

Kitchener clenched his fists and suppressed the excitement in his heart, "It will be as you wish, General."

Victor nodded, "I order now!"

Snap!

Everyone stood at attention, standing straight, looking at their "head of state" with reverence. Why did Victor dare to cause such chaos in the country?

Do you even dare to shout about religion?

Because the 100,000 soldiers in his hands are different from other countries. In northern Mexico, these are like his private armies only in the name of the country.

"The Provisional First Army Group was established, with Kennedy as commander, Horatio Herbert Kitchener as chief of staff, Erich Ludendorff as deputy chief of staff, and Higmut as commander of the First Army Regiment. ·Liszt is temporarily appointed as the commander of the 1st Ground War Division, in charge of the 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th and 9th regiments."

"Erich Falkenhayn is the commander of the 2nd Regiment. The 2nd Marine Division is in charge of the 2nd, 4th, 6th, 8th, 11th Regiments and an artillery battalion!"

"The commander of the 10th Regiment, Alexeyevich Brusilov, serves as the commander of the 3rd Army Division, commanding the 10th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th and 16th divisions, totaling 30,000 people."

"Appoint Joseph Joffre as the commander-in-chief of the guard, commanding the guard battalion."

"Yes, General!"

A group of soldiers felt their whole bodies boiling.

If this organization remains unchanged after the war, then they will all be promoted.

A division has at least 20,000 people, NMD, which looks scary.

"I'm just sitting here, watching you guys!"

Victor pointed to a small bench in the command center and said solemnly, "Next, it's your performance, let the world see your abilities."

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October 18, 1990!

"The Northern Recapture Plan is launched!"

At about 1 a.m., the aviation force took off from Sonora Airport and Sinaloa Airport to conduct air strikes on ground targets in Durango and Chihuahua!

Phew~! ! !

500-pound bombs fell from the sky.

Ciudad Juarez, the capital of Chihuahua state in the northeast, suffered an air attack!

Many people in the American city of El Paso across the Rio Grande were awakened by the explosion and ran to their balconies wearing big pants.

"OMG! God!" A strong man with chest hair covered his mouth and exclaimed. He was wearing shorts and white socks with a short beard. The bright lights and explosions that shot up into the sky made him a little scared, and he immediately jumped on it. into the arms of a man next to him.

People nearby also thought it was an earthquake and ran down with their mouths open, not paying attention to the two "0"s.

"Is that...Juarez, Mexico? Did the oil pipeline explode?"

"No, it was an air strike, it was a bomb." A man frowned and said, "And the yield is quite large. The only ones who can launch large-scale air strikes are the Northern Army, and they are starting again!"

This man was quite knowledgeable and could quickly deduce who the two parties were.

Hearing his words, there was a skinny guy with a stench all over his body, wearing a pair of big pants with a Donald Duck tattooed on his back, holding his head in pain, "Is that the drug line in Juarez is also going to be cut off? "

"Damn it! Damn it Victor, what kind of drugs have you banned? What kind of drugs have you banned us from smoking? You bastard doesn't care about the life or death of others!" He yelled, but after a few curses, he gasped hard.

He ran home with a black face. Just when the neighbor thought he was tired of scolding, he saw him rushing out of the house with a shotgun and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. "I want to go over and fight Victor to the death! Defend my drugs."

This is Texas, not Florida!

Why are there such nagging people?

The neighbors watched the addict leave without worrying at all. Can this guy walk past? He doesn't have the perseverance. What they are worried about is...

"Mexicans wouldn't throw bombs across the river, would they?"

"Ha, haha, how is that possible? This is the territory of the United States, and Mexicans don't have the courage." Someone forced a smile to comfort everyone.

"If the plane misses a little, we have to go see God. Forget it, I don't dare to gamble. I have never won in a casino in my life. I have to stay at my ex-girlfriend's house in the next city first. Her mother is very beautiful. of."

"Come on, we can't stay in El Paso."

Nearly one-third of the city's population began to drive out, and the Texas National Guard quickly called the other side to complain that the bombing would affect the other side of the Rio Grande.

But the call didn't go through at all.

Juarez has a population of over one million.

Drug dealers like to live in big cities like this because there are many targets and it is easy to cause damage. If a few civilians are killed, the government will be criticized.

But who knows, Victor directly bombed!

The twenty- to thirty-meter-high building was turned into "tofu dregs" by the bombs, and many people below who could not dodge were pinned underneath.

The whole city…

There were screams and howls of terror everywhere.

Originally, the staff's plan was to drop incendiary bombs, but Kennedy rejected it. How many people would die?

In an underground air raid shelter.

Juarez's boss Aguilar gritted his teeth, holding his child in his arms, and sitting beside him were his seven wives, the youngest of whom was only 18 years old, but already pregnant.

It turns out that no matter how rich a man is, he likes young people.

Aguilar was wearing pajamas. He took his family into the underground air-raid shelter after the Northern Army started bombing.

"Is Victor going to bomb all these one million people to death in Juarez? Damn it, he is a bastard, a bastard, a bastard!!!" A roar sounded in the oppressive air-raid shelter.

"Lacey, sit down! Shut up, you don't need to express any opinions now." Aguilar's face was dark, scolding his son.

The kid wanted to speak, but was pulled down by his mother and covered his mouth.

"It's stopped... It's not shaking anymore."

Aguilar looked at his watch. The Northern Army had been bombing for nearly two hours. He winked at a trusted younger brother. The latter hesitated, but still climbed up obediently, looked around, and lay down at the opening. "Boss, the plane has left."

He climbed up the ladder tremblingly, with a confused look on his face...

Where is my house?

It was all bombed? !

"The plane is coming! The plane is coming again!" Aguilar didn't have time to say anything. A heart-wrenching roar sounded in the distance, and then the belated alarm finally sounded. He looked up in horror and saw a plane swooping down from the clouds on the horizon.

"Quick! Go back!" He shouted sharply, trying to climb down the air-raid shelter, but his beloved mistress was climbing up behind him and didn't respond at all when she heard the air-raid alarm.

Aguilar gritted his teeth and kicked her on the head. The other party screamed, "Bang!" He fell into the air-raid shelter, his head fell straight down and broke into two pieces.

Blood splashed on the faces of other people around him.

When have these ladies ever seen this scene?

Aguilar is a "gentleman" in the drug world. He thinks he has received higher education and is completely different from others. Therefore, even if he kills someone, he is very low-key and will not let his family see it.

But when his life is in danger, this guy completely tears off his hypocritical mask.

He wanted to run to the air-raid shelter, but the plane in the sky opened its belly and a bomb fell from the sky.

Boom!

The huge shock wave covered Aguilar in an instant, and directly "blew" him out like a rag, crashing into the ruins, and a steel bar was inserted directly from his mouth.

The whole person...

Just staring, the body was lying in a weird posture, and blood could be seen dripping from the steel bar that pierced the back of the head.

The leader of the Juarez drug cartel, Aguilar, was killed in an airstrike!

"In five hours, a total of 412 sorties took off, bombing six key cities including Juarez, Casas Grandes, and Durango..." Horatio Herbert Kitchener pointed at several cities on the sand table with a stick.

"Where is the First Division?" Kennedy asked with his hands behind his back.

"In Madeira, heading towards Juarez along the Sierra Madre Occidental!" Deputy Chief of Staff Ludendorff said, "But according to intelligence, two armed members of the former Sinaloa drug cartel nicknamed "God Group" are resting and recruiting soldiers, and the number of people has exceeded 10,000."

"Eat them!" Kennedy pointed his finger at the edge of the sand table twice, "Require the First Division to take Juarez before November 3, and cooperate with the Second and Third Divisions to counterattack Durango State!"

The plan of the General Staff is to eat up the states on both sides first, and the Second and Third Divisions will be stationed in the south to prevent the drug dealers below from taking advantage of the fire. After Chihuahua State is taken by the First Division, the three divisions will attack Durango together.

What if those bastards in Jalisco dare to fish in troubled waters?

Then the 25,000 men of the Third Division will charge in first and turn you upside down.

The staff officers behind him collected the orders and passed them on as soon as possible.

Frontline - Sierra Madre Occidental area!

Two M48 medium tanks galloped across the endless open space. They belonged to the Third Cavalry Company of the First Regiment of the First Division. This company was equipped with 6 M48 medium tanks. Although old, they were cheap!

Victor only needed less than 200,000 points to redeem them.

His nearly 2 billion points had already run out of points. You have to arm a 60,000-man recruit force with large weapons, which is not enough. Otherwise, you wouldn't use M48 medium tanks.

This is a product of 1950.

Gambia may not even be interested in it.

But it's enough to deal with drug dealers.

Without points in his mind, Victor was terrified. If a world war broke out tomorrow, he would not have enough time to change his clothes. No, he could only ask the drug dealers for some money.

This was one of the reasons why he launched the "Northern Recovery Plan".

Two M48 medium tanks were chasing a group of drug dealers, about 20 people.

"Don't chase! The situation is not right, retreat quickly." The commander of a tank with the letter "Z" written on it felt that the atmosphere was not right and hurriedly contacted his teammates to leave.

But before he finished speaking...

He heard a loud bang!

He hurriedly looked to the side and saw that the track of another tank was blown off.

"It hit a mine!!" The desperate voice of his comrade came from the headset.

This tank without tracks is like a car without tires. It can't move at all. It is a live target. Sure enough, the next second, the drug dealer who had run away made a comeback!

Bullets flew!

Who knows where they are fighting?

"Lieutenant Dmitry Lavnenko, retreat quickly, I will cover you!" The other vehicle commander was very decisive, his tone full of heroism!

"Fire M416 yellow phosphorus smoke grenades for cover. Get on our tanks. Quick! Move quickly." Lieutenant Dmitry Lavnenko gave the order to his artilleryman.

Just stop smoking!

All elementary school students know, throw the cigarette as hard as you can!

Make those drug dealers blind.

When the comrades who were about to die heroically saw this, they opened the car door and bent down to get in. Of course it would be best if they didn't sacrifice themselves.

Lieutenant Dmitry Lavnenko directed the vehicle to leave the battlefield, and his tense face only breathed a sigh of relief after running a long way away.

Almost…

Just let your comrades appear on the news.

Fortunately, I was just a little bit close to becoming the object of my own study.

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