Working as a police officer in Mexico

Chapter 384 "Letter to the World Against Victor's Hegemony"!

Early in the morning.

Aldous Winder went to his elder brother with his "Art of War".

"You thought of all this?!"

Sitting in the presidential chair, Popovich looked at his younger brother in shock. The main reason was that the "suggestions" in his hand were right on point.

From the Northern Army's technical and tactical play, to the grasp of the overall situation, and the time suggestions for launching small-scale battles, they were all very clear!

Aldous Winder raised his head, looking like a victorious general, "Of course, brother, I stayed up all night last night!"

Popovich looked at each other up and down, with an inexplicable complexity in his eyes.

Is there really a "military strategist" in his family?

"Brother, we can't hesitate in the battle, we have to be decisive. We have nowhere to retreat. If we drag it on and wait for the northern bastards to stabilize, it will be difficult for us to counterattack."

Aldous Wendel persuaded the other party, holding his hands on the table and lowering his business, "If we defeat Victor and recruit his troops, the family's voice in Mexico and even North America will become more and more important."

"Why can't Mexico be named Wendel?"

Popovich's breathing was interrupted and his eyes were narrowed.

The two brothers saw something called ambition in each other's eyes.

"Okay! Form a Central Coalition Army, you will be the commander-in-chief, tell me everything you need, I will satisfy you, including the US satellite, I will also apply for it, just one point, enter Tijuana and capture Victor alive!"

Aldous Wendel's eyes lit up, and he stood up like a soldier, "Yes!"

The "Central Coalition Army" camp was established!

Popovich directly signed the order to mobilize the entire army!

All in!

The gambler is in over his head.

370km northwest of the capital Mexico City, Guanajuato State, 1997 meters above sea level, is stationed here. The heavily invested Mexican "1st Infantry Brigade" consists of 3 infantry regiments, an armored regiment, an airborne battalion, and an artillery regiment!

The entire regiment has more than 23,000 people!

The combat effectiveness is also strong, and most of them are armed members of the former northern drug dealers.

Brigadier General Lionel Powell walked into the command center quickly with a blank expression in his military uniform. The soldiers at the door saluted with a click.

It can also be seen from this...

The military discipline is extraordinary.

People in the central and southern parts know that the disgusting north can rely on guerrillas, but if you want to defeat the opponent, you have to rely on the main force.

Among the 23,000 people, there are 600 American grassroots commanders, 200 Spanish commanders, and other European military cadres.

Popovich signed an "officer training program" with them. European countries need capable and experienced reserve cadres, so they are pulled here.

The brigade commander inside is a white man...

British!

Because this unit was funded by the United Kingdom, it was given a lot of conveniences, including weapons that were all British equipment, but the training period was relatively short.

Less than 9 months!

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck!

Many people know his father, the famous Claude John El Auchinleck!

He was the British commander in the Battle of El Alamein in Africa.

Hastings was the youngest son, born in 1941, when General Auchinleck was 57 years old. He had been strict with his son since he was a child. He sent him to the British Scout School at the age of 16. When he grew up, he was admitted to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. In 1982, he served as the commander of the 8th Regiment of the 9th Infantry Brigade of the British Army. He was 41 years old at that time.

Later, relying on his father's influence, he rose in the army year by year.

He was promoted to Lieutenant General in 1990 and was later sent to Mexico to serve as the commander of the newly established "1st Infantry Brigade". If he performed well, he would definitely be a general after returning.

He had the rigidity of a British soldier. Hearing the footsteps, Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Brigadier General Powell, what's up?"

"Are we going to fight the Northern Army?"

"Yes!" The other party nodded without hiding anything.

"Have you ever fought the Northern Army? What kind of opponent is Victor? They have more people than we have bullets. Do you know?!" Powell shouted excitedly, clapping his hands on the table, "We have no way to resist their air-ground integration!"

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck frowned, loosened the cigarette in his hand, and pressed it into the ashtray, "Are you scared?"

"I heard that you used to be Benjamin's subordinate in the Tijuana drug cartel. You have fought with them. Are you scared?"

Bang!

Hastings Ike Auchinleck slammed the table and stood up, "You should know what you are doing. You are shaking the morale of the army. I have the right to shoot you."

"It is because I have fought with them that I know how terrible they are."

Powell's eyes flashed with memories and fear, "They shouted long live drug prohibition and charged towards us. Our machine guns blew up their bodies, but a steady stream of people picked up weapons and rushed towards us."

He lifted his clothes and pointed to his stomach, "A soldier about 18 years old stabbed me here. I pierced his neck, but I could clearly see the hatred in his eyes! Disgust for drug dealers! He wanted to eat me!"

Powell took a deep breath, "Their troops have faith, and I saw hope in their eyes. Can you imagine it?"

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck pursed his lips, faith?

When he was studying at the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, he was taught by a veteran who had served in the "Gloucester Battalion" of the 29th Brigade, which was Montgomery's direct line unit.

When he encountered the Eastern troops during the Korean War, he still remembered what his teacher said: "They were so terrifying. As soon as I opened my eyes, I seemed to see the God of Death standing in front of me. They were charging towards us without fear of death." , they shouted something."

"When I returned to China, I asked everyone, and finally I heard my answer from an Asian."

“What they shouted at that time was: Forward for New China!”

The teacher also said, "Never fight with an army that has faith, because that is their life."

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck has seen many armies, but he has never seen such an army. In the UK, the domestic troops have poor military discipline... and there is no bottom line.

At Royal Air Force Base Honington, several veterans pinned a new recruit to the ground, vomited on his back, and then stuffed an 81mm mortar round into his back!

Let another recruit support the running body of the mortar to form a firing state.

"Human Mortar", world famous!

"Brigadier General Powell!"

Hastings Ike Auchinleck shouted, and the general who was still chattering shut up immediately. The former's face was gloomy, "Soldiers have a bounden duty to obey orders. If you don't dare, then leave the 1st Brigade. , leave the 74th Armored Regiment to others!”

Powell half-opened his mouth and looked at the other person, not as if he was joking, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to say retirement. What a joke, he would be shot to death if he went out.

The 1st Brigade were essentially "bandits".

"I want to give my armored regiments more No. 1s."

"I'll have the quartermaster deliver it to you."

Powell nodded, saluted, and left.

No. 1... is drugs!

New drug!

It is very common in Europe for troops to take a puff on the battlefield.

World War II was one of the bloodiest conflicts in human history, but few people know that in Western armies, drugs were regarded as secret weapons and played an incredible role.

Germany, Britain, and the United States are all immune to their history of drug use on the battlefield.

Can people forget their fear because they don’t know what they are fighting for?

For money?

For women?

For land?

But what does this have to do with these "line-filling babies"? They can only rely on drugs to anesthetize themselves.

Oh, by the way, Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck is also one of the military representatives who "legalized" drugs.

After watching Powell leave, he turned his attention to the map again.

According to the order.

Their 1st Brigade will head to the border on July 3, 1991, and will besiege Michoacan with the troops from Queretaro and Guerrero.

That is one week later.

Stationed in Michoacán were three regiments of the 1st Marine Division transferred over, totaling about 10,000 people.

Our side's 80,000 VS 10,000!

"The advantage is mine!"

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck squinted his eyes, and he began to formulate a battle plan in his mind, using a pincer offensive to rush straight to Morelia, the capital of Michoacan!

"One battle will determine the outcome!"

But he still felt compelled to report to Whitehall in Westminster, London.

It would be best if more weapons could be deployed within the British mainland.

We cannot let Victor rise again, we must kill him!

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Of course, the Mexican Ministry of Defense also understands the advantages of "more people, greater strength".

Letters "Encirclement and Suppression of Victor" were sent to Whitehall, the Pentagon and the Spanish Ministry of Defense respectively!

It's very straightforward.

"Victor is another devil in human history since the Greek XX. He implemented high-pressure rule and caused people to lose their democracy and freedom. This made the sacrifices and deaths during World War II meaningless!"

"We should destroy them!"

"Destroy this evil from the face of the earth!"

"Please fight with us and contribute to world peace!"

As soon as this letter was sent, we quickly received replies from Spain and the United Kingdom, indicating that they hoped to meet to discuss the matter.

The United States is more ambiguous.

Pentagon.

It was raining lightly outside, but it was drooling inside the conference room.

"I don't agree to be dismissed directly. Don't you know what Victor's bad temper is? If he launches missiles at us, who will be responsible?!" A female executive frowned and said, "This is an anti-drug war. If you want me to say it, let it go." They fight, why should we intervene? Do you want drugs to flow into the United States? Do you want to see homeless people on the streets?"

faced her questioning.

Many senior officials did not answer directly. Some lowered their heads and remained silent, some laughed secretly, and some pretended not to hear.

Anti-drugs?

Is that called anti-drugs?

That's revolution! Revolutionize the Democratic Party!

Military expenditures for the revolutionary army.

If you stop the circulation of drugs, how can I collect taxes from the underworld? If you don't let refugees in, how can I increase voters?

This is a political war, not a war on drugs.

She is indeed a woman, with long hair and short knowledge.

But this cannot be said openly. It is not like the United States has become really shameless later, and LGBT people can blatantly come out to be high-level officials. You know, the United States in the 1990s still knew a little bit about "propriety, justice, and integrity."

"There is nothing wrong with banning drugs, but Victor reminds me of a person."

A slightly obese senior executive spoke. He squirmed his butt so that it was almost stuck on the chair. It looked like he had eaten too much genetically modified meat.

"Che Guevara."

"He is not "CMS"!" the female executive retorted.

"But what they are doing is the same, they are poaching us. If we continue to let him go, our influence in Latin America will be completely cut in half. The Monroe Doctrine does not allow Europeans and Americans to colonize Latin America, but we also We cannot allow a country that is harmful to us to rise here!”

The fat man's expression was gloomy, "In Latin America, the United States can be the dominant one, so I propose to use troops against Mexico!"

Many radicals below all set up tables.

This symbolizes consent.

Richard Bruce Cheney, who was sitting on it, took off his glasses and asked, "Are you going to war?"

It was quiet instantly!

"Mr. Bess, are you going?" He turned to look at the fat man who proposed.

The other party frowned and said, "There is an army."

"Then if we die in action, how do we explain to public opinion? How do we tell the people at home? Have you forgotten Black Hawk Down?"

It was very dissatisfying to have this scar uncovered in person.

"People always die in war. Are we raising them just to be vases?"

"Then why don't you go!" Richard Bruce Cheney said directly, "The flesh on your body can withstand several bullets, Mr. Bass, I will not allow my soldiers to attack without orders from the White House. That’s just going to die, let’s call it a day!”

After saying that, he left, regardless of the shouts of the radicals.

In the Pentagon, he is the boss!

"Bess, what should I do?"

Many people came over to ask, and the fat man looked very unhappy, "That old man Richard is afraid of being beaten. He doesn't want to send troops, so we will force him to send troops and mobilize public opinion..."

"Just say that Mexico is full of refugees and the government can't do anything about it. Warlords in the north are fighting fiercely and killing innocent people indiscriminately. Just say that Victor killed 500,000 people!"

"Can the people believe it?"

Bess sneered, "Can't we just give them what they want to see? Those bastards don't care about what is true or what is false. They will only use their overflowing Holy Mother Heart to ask us to help them."

"clear."

Richard Bruce Cheney, who returned to the office, was as big as an ox. He was not an anti-war activist. He was against "pointless" wars.

Victor had knocked him out of the shadows.

When he saw Bess and those people, he felt that they would not give up.

"How about resigning?"

As soon as the idea came to him, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

I'm so tired, I just can't do this position.

Just when he was about to make a call, the landline phone on the table rang first.

When he picked it up, a strong, rough voice sounded from the other side.

"Good afternoon, Cheney."

Richard Bruce Cheney knew who it was right away.

George Robertson.

Maybe some people don’t know, so let’s be direct.

Secretary General of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

"Hello, George, what's the matter?" Cheney asked with squinted eyes. He already had some guesses.

"Have you read the "Initiative Letter" launched by Mexico Popovich to the world?"

Richard Bruce Cheney:? ? ? ?

Confused.

"when?"

"Just five minutes ago, he gave a televised speech to the United Nations, NATO, the Warsaw Pact and the world. He hoped that someone would intervene in Mexico's anti-drug war and defeat Victor!"

! ! !

Hold!

What did Popovich eat?

Who gave him the courage?

"NATO is very concerned about this matter..." George Robertson said.

Cheney raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing?" NATO wants to enter Latin America?

Instinctively, he is repulsive. Even if the United States joins NATO, it does not mean that the United States is willing to send troops to North America. The United States is also wary of each other internally. At this time, the role of NATO is to fight against the Warsaw Pact headed by the Soviet Union!

"We are paying attention to this matter and you should contact the White House."

George Robertson smiled and said, "If necessary, I think NATO is fully prepared, just like it was in the face of Iraq."

"Thanks."

Richard Bruce Cheney hung up the phone, took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the gloomy weather outside, and felt like the rain was about to come!

The anti-drug war has ended like this?

All ambitious people hope to get involved.

Europe and the United States hope to expand their influence to North America, while those "dark side" organizations that rely on drugs, smuggling, and human trafficking want Victor to collapse.

You don’t collapse…

Drug prices in Europe have increased by 700%!

The world…

There are so many people who want Victor dead!

Richard Bruce Cheney took off his glasses and wiped them on his clothes.

"Right or wrong is not important. Success is the most direct thing."

Anti-drugs?

The road you choose is full of twists and turns.

…

Tijuana. Governor's Palace.

The office was full of people and quiet.

"Victor Carlos Vie, who illegally seized power, was not a gentle and kind person. He was a prison guard at first and was promoted because of flattery.

Later, he killed the official who promoted him, concealed his identity as the son of a drug dealer, and sought a higher position in the government. He was jealous of those who were more capable than him, suppressed and killed them all, and spared no one; but he was good at buying people's hearts and doing whatever he wanted!"

"Victor used to lick PG for others, and he also sold PG to drug dealers in prison, but now he has transformed himself into a pioneer in drug control? No, he just uses drug control to harm the people. Those farmers who rely on planting on the land for their livelihood, do they know what it means to be a drug addict? Making drugs? They didn't know that they were growing avocados, but Victor killed them anyway. "

"This treacherous, disgusting, cannibalistic maniac who killed countless people is simply the dregs of humanity!"

"He is more barbaric than Hitler!"

"You may have suffered the trauma of World War II, or you may be a relative of a victim, or you may be a general with a heavy responsibility, or you may be an oppressed and humiliated peasant. The tragedy of World War II seems to be still before your eyes, and the pain of human civilization seems to be still in your ears. Gentlemen, stand up, overthrow the devil, and defeat the cannibalistic regime!"

"Please understand that today's world is still the world of civilized people!"

On TV, Popovich was passionate, indignant, and had rich body language.

Casare, Kennedy and others sitting next to him looked at each other, all moved left and right, at a loss.

Then they looked at the general at the same time.

Victor crossed his legs and laughed out loud.

"Popovich's diploma can't write such a talented article. We still have many talents in Mexico."

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