Working as a police officer in Mexico

The "Battle of Cape San Lucas" should be the largest naval battle after World War II except for the Falklands War.

Coincidentally, Britain played a role in it.

The wanton arrogance on the Falklands.

The low-key melancholy of Cape San Lucas.

In just two days, the photo of the Invincible aircraft carrier flying a white flag and Major General James Anderson looking dejected was published in the "mainstream media of the world".

Many countries have reprinted it.

There are also many weird things.

For example, the media in HK: "My mother was held down by someone!"

? ? ? ?

Sure enough, the tiger and wolf style is unpredictable.

The African media, which has a bad relationship with the British Empire, directly laughed at the two, "Surrender? France finally met their match."

In addition to the carnival in the media, the same is true in the economy.

The stock market was the first to understand the dynamics of the war. When the British aircraft carrier cruised to the Pacific, the FTSE 100 index soared, while the Mexican stock market fell all the way, basically all green, and investors could not see the future.

But once the war started, my goodness...

At the opening, the FTSE 100 index in London plummeted by 65%, which was as bad as the Great Depression during World War I, and investors sighed.

Even the S\u0026P 500 in the US stock market fluctuated greatly.

Many small bosses died on the spot.

The UK began to perform trapeze artists.

Goodbye, mom, my stocks have set sail, goodbye, fellow countrymen, your money is gone...

On July 4 alone...

The London police received 11 cases of jumping from buildings.

Some "disappointed" people burned the national flag at the gate of Buckingham Palace in the UK, loudly denounced and demanded the cabinet to step down, and some people hoped that the "cavalry god of war" Thatcher would return to office.

Major General James Anderson's house was splashed with feces.

The police protected his family overnight.

At this time, Tijuana was brightly lit and firecrackers resounded through the sky.

The "parade" carrying Victor's flag, shouting loyalty and long live, walked from east to west. Standing on the high building of the Governor's Palace, Victor looked at the tens of thousands of people below and waved his hand with a smile.

The cheers got louder!

This is one of the reasons why men value power so much.

I stand here.

You have to cheer.

"General!"

"General!"

I don't know who spoke first, but slowly, the voices became more and more uniform and louder, and the rats hiding in the sewers were all trembling.

The ambitious people looked at the "sun" hanging high and silently lowered their heads.

At this moment, who can shine like him.

"Boss, the British side has called Venezuela on behalf of Venezuela and hopes to talk to you." Casare whispered standing behind.

Victor pondered for a moment, smiled, waved his hand, and turned away, "It seems that the British are panicking."

"The Invincible is the backbone of this old dog. It is broken. Apart from barking, it can only hope to meet kind people. Boss, we have to make a lot of money."

Back in the office, Victor asked someone to pour a cup of coffee, then slowly sat down, picked up the phone on the table, and spoke in English, "hello!"

There was silence on the other side for a moment, and then an old man said faintly, "Mr. Victor, this is Dragovi. It's really not easy to contact you. We made dozens of calls and couldn't contact you."

"Maybe your parliament forgot to pay the telecommunications fee."

This almost broke the defense of the opposite defense minister, Baron Dragovi Geoffreyha Reese. The old man swallowed and swallowed the air in his throat, and felt Feeling a little pain in the breast, "Let's talk business."

"We hope to ensure the safety of British naval property and soldiers."

"How much protection fee do you plan to pay?"

Victor asked, picking up a penguin doll on the table and fiddling with it, sneering, "You don't think you can get protection just by talking, do you?"

"According to the Geneva Convention..."

"Sorry, I didn't sign that treaty. Without my mark, he is a waste to me, sir. We should talk about something more practical."

Dragovi Jeffreyha Reese was a little breathless under the pressure of Victor's aggressive momentum, and he pulled open the discipline button on his suit in a bit of annoyance, "What do you need?"

"100 million pounds!"

"Fuck!"

"120 million pounds, your dirty words will become the most expensive, Mr. Defense Minister."

The old man swallowed the curse in his mouth.

"This is too much, and you attacked us first..."

"Have you ever thought that when you invaded and bullied us, and even used us as consumables for growing drugs, did you feel guilty? Baron Dragovi Geoffreyha Reese, now you are the defeated country, you should beg the victor instead of arguing with me here. If you can't get the money, I will send them to feed the sharks, thank you."

Click!

He hung up the phone after he finished speaking, and said to Casare, "This old man hasn't woken up yet, and his head is full of dog X."

"Boss, if they really can't afford so much money..."

"Then give the sharks a meal. They are not my compatriots. I will tell them that if they fight with us, they should either fight to the death or not start a war. The only thing that can scare them is brutality!"

What a big fallacy.

But hey, you know what, I really think it makes some sense.

Killing them so many heads will make them understand fear.

"By the way, let's announce to the public, is there anyone who wants a second-hand aircraft carrier, 80% new, we'll keep the destroyers and sell the Invincible to him, ask India first, they're the suckers."

Casare's eyes were blank, "Sold... aircraft carrier? Not the 100 million pounds..."

"That's protection money, it's for the safety of more than 3,000 sailors, I didn't allow them to buy insurance for the warship."

"Then don't we use it ourselves?"

"It's not time yet, global drug control, we have to unify Mexico first."

Victor narrowed his eyes.

He has great ambitions, to make this world no longer allow crime!

Perhaps, some people think he's whimsical.

Just fight.

Let all criminals hear Victor's name and shout long live!

...

Guadalajara, Jalisco

This former "big drug den" can now be rated as one of the "Top Ten Civilized Cities in Mexico".

The mayor is Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov, commander of the 3rd Marine Division and the 9th Regiment, who is in charge of both military and political affairs.

This man is simply a "blood-type butcher". The first thing he did when he moved into Guadalajara was to flatten the slums!

Of course, he didn't demolish them all, but just expanded the roads to accommodate tanks and armored vehicles, and stationed the police station and the National Guard in them.

Secondly, kill all the drug dealers!

Use hammers to smash them to death in the most prosperous downtown areas.

Drag out 100 people every day, and see who is unlucky.

This incident was also reported in the news, and some people criticized Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov. Some people even reported to Victor, saying that he was killing innocent people and committing brutal acts.

Victor threw him to be a small prison warden.

What he hated most in his life was people who reported.

At this time, there are more than 30,000 soldiers in this city. In addition to the 3rd Marine Division, more than 6,000 soldiers from the 7th Reserve Division were also deployed here.

No one should dare to make trouble...

"Brother Huan, are we going to attack the Central Army?" Zhang Ziqiang asked in a low voice, his eyes shining.

Ye Jihan was fully armed, and his rank could be seen on his sleeves.

Captain!

He is now a captain company commander of the 3rd Division Guards Regiment.

When he was the squad leader of the 9th Regiment before, he performed well, fighting, rushing and chasing fiercely, and was also "outstanding" in the final interview with reporters. His awareness was outstanding, so the superiors remembered him.

He was transferred to the deputy company commander, and he performed well in the following battles, so he was naturally transferred.

The Guards Regiment was formed by Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov, and "Go to the most dangerous place on the battlefield!" is its motto.

The whole regiment has more than 2,600 people.

After he was promoted, he returned to Chinatown and brought several familiar fellow villagers, including Zhang Ziqiang. Ye Jihan knew what kind of guy he was. He was bold, had a strong sense of honor and disgrace, and also valued money very much. If he was not properly disciplined, he would definitely go astray.

He committed all kinds of evil, including robbery and murder.

It would be better to recruit him to serve as a soldier. The welfare benefits of the Northern Army are beyond reproach.

For example, the Guards Regiment also has "subsidies". After all, you have to go to the most dangerous places. Ordinary privates can get a monthly salary of nearly 2,000 US dollars. Tsk tsk...

"Nonsense, if you don't fight them, why summon so many troops here? Play poker?" Ye Jihan saw a women's clothing store, hesitated, and walked in.

"Brother Huan, you want to buy clothes, women's clothes. Are you buying them for your lover? I remember there are girls in Chinatown who like you."

"You are the only one who talks too much."

Ye Jihan's old face turned red. When he entered the store, he saw many employees busy at work. A reserve corporal who looked a little younger was bargaining.

He picked a more fashionable red short skirt and went to the front desk to pay. The other party was still hesitating.

"Can it be cheaper?"

"300 pesos, this is the cheapest." The shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "I only made 10 pesos from you."

Ye Jihan sneered at this. 10 pesos? Do you think he is a charity?

He glanced at the reserve corporal. The other party was quite honest. He was holding clothes that looked old in his hand. He should have bought them for his mother. He was short of money and hesitated.

"I'll pay for him." Ye Jihan walked over and said in fluent Spanish.

"No need for this... I... I have money."

"It's okay, we are all comrades-in-arms, we should help each other when we are in trouble, and you can pay me back when you have money." Ye Jihan still said very casually.

The other party hesitated for a while and nodded vigorously, "I am Rodrigo, the deputy company commander of the F Company of the 6th Regiment of the 7th Division. I will definitely pay you back when the military pay is issued."

"Company commander of the A Company of the Guards Regiment."

"Don't worry, it won't be too late for us to pay you back when we enter Mexico City."

Ye Jihan has money now. The army provides food and accommodation, and the management is strict. You can't go out and mess around. Isn't it natural to save the money? As for gambling in the army...

Catch it once, hang it up and beat it once.

"Take it."

"Thank...thank you."

Ye Jihan waved his hand and left with Zhang Ziqiang. The latter was confused, "Brother Huan, you have a bump on your head, paying for others."

"In the army, you have to unite comrades and help each other. It's not about gambling. As a captain, if I see a soldier feeling regretful because of lack of money, it's my fault. Ziqiang, you have to remember that in life There are many things in this world that are more important than money. We are now a regular army and we must know how to choose.”

Zhang Ziqiang scratched his head.

It's different when you become a company commander. He speaks so elegantly.

Just when the two were planning to continue shopping, a siren sounded in the city of Guadalajara, and then they saw two jeeps running on the street with red flags, "Division headquarters orders, all personnel return to work!" "

"Let's go! Go back quickly!" Ye Jihuan's expression changed and he ran.

I was originally on vacation today, but suddenly returning to work meant that there was a conflict.

Buzz buzz—

Suddenly there was the sound of an engine in the sky. The child who was lying by the window looking at the jeep raised his head in confusion and saw the sky...

It’s densely packed with planes!

Blocked out the sun.

There are at least forty or fifty!

"Plane! Plane, run! There's an air strike!"

Pedestrians screamed loudly, and the whole street suddenly became panicked. People setting up stalls on the road ran away. They would be dead in an explosion. Why did they care about this?

"Go in, go in!" Ye Jihuan pulled Zhang Ziqiang and ran into an air-raid building on the roadside. He was also a little panicked...

Where did so many planes come from?

Then Lieutenant General Alexeevich Brusilov was equally shocked. Why was there no intelligence?

But after all, they were battle-hardened and immediately ordered the air defense regiment to launch for defense.

The four S-300 anti-aircraft missile vehicles equipped in Guadalajara entered combat immediately. The middle layer has the "Oak" MIM-72 anti-aircraft missile, and the bottom layer is the M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun vehicle.

Colonel Paul McCartney, who flew a B-57 bomber, belonged to the Colombian Air Force, but he served for the "American Drug Cartel"!

These weapons were "secretly and silently" transported to the southern drug trafficking government, and then they were transported separately through channels to Hidalgo state. When the "battle" began, they were the first to bomb Guadalajara.

Most of these pilots are in the active duty Air Force, working part-time in drug trafficking groups, and are rewarded with US$60,000 per flight mission!

This is much better than being the leader of TMD.

And you don’t have to get out of the plane yourself.

The North American drug cartel does not want Victor to unify Mexico, and the southern government does not want to become a piece of fish for itself, so of course it will "protect the Popovich government to the death."

Victor is terrible!

We must not bring the flames of war to the south.

These 50 formations are dominated by B-57 bombers, as well as 6 Su-37s and two Miya-4 bombers. They carry 2,204 pounds of bombs, let them also try their fear!

"Free bombing!"

Colonel Paul McCartney dropped the order and pressed a button. The lower belly of the B-57 bomber opened, and the 500-pound conventional bomb crashed down.

boom!

A 7-story building collapsed in ashes.

The shock wave shattered the glass of the surrounding houses one after another, and the huge flames engulfed the surrounding area.

This is only 500 pounds, which of course does not mean it is less powerful...

But the 1,000-pound one is bigger!

Their target is the military camp. If one hits, thousands of people will be evaporated directly.

The remaining bombers who heard Colonel Paul McCartney's order dropped their bombs one after another. For a moment, the sound of explosions in Guadalajara echoed through the sky, and the dust covered the sun in a flash.

"Beep, beep, beep~"

"Shet, there are missiles!!"

A dozen missiles of various types below soared into the sky.

The formation simply couldn't dodge, and many of them were shot, turning into fireballs and smashing into the city.

Chug tug tug tug…

The M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun truck fired at the sky. The bullets passed through the wing and penetrated, sending out bursts of sparks.

"Throw away all the bombs!"

Seeing that something was wrong, Colonel Paul McCartney, who was performing the mission, pressed the radio and shouted.

He doesn't want to die here!

Work is work, damn, life is life!

After throwing away all the conventional bombs, he spread his wings and the B-57 bomber left the battlefield. However, he did not forget to release the jamming bombs. Only by throwing them cleanly can he run fast.

These old fritters even threw away their spare fuel tanks.

Without stopping for a moment, we returned directly.

There were too many planes, and anti-aircraft missiles could only shoot down a dozen or so.

After the air raid, Guadalajara was in chaos.

The child who fell on the ground cried out, but the adult who fell on the ground did not move.

Ye Jihuan and Zhang Ziqiang crawled out of the ruins. His face was covered with dirt, and he stood around, his eyes wandering, and there was echo in his ears, and he couldn't even hear it.

A flash of red emerged from his arms.

He held out a suit, it was that fashionable skirt, bright red...

I don’t know where the wind came from.

The skirt just flew away.

Flying higher and higher, flying higher and higher.

…

A military sedan was driving on the bombed road, but stopped again.

Lieutenant General Alexeevich Brusilov of the 3rd Marine Division got out of the car. The guards stood around vigilantly, with panic in their little eyes.

It would be really nice to see him being blown up.

Suddenly, several children ran out of the alley, holding shovels and barrels in their hands, and ran towards the ruins.

Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov asked them directly, "Hey, why don't you hide in the air-raid shelter."

A child in a red striped short-sleeved shirt running at the back looked at him, "We are putting out the fire, uncle, what do you do?"

"Soldier."

"Soldier? Then why don't you fight back! Shouldn't you retaliate?"

This sentence hurt Alexievich a little. He nodded, watched the child leave, and got into the car, "Let all the cadres of the regiment come to a meeting and tell them that we are going to fight back!"

July 7.

The Southern Government and the Popovich Government announced that the bombing of Guadalajara was perfect, causing heavy losses to the enemy.

July 8!

The 3rd Marine Division Artillery Regiment bombarded the 1st Brigade of Guanajuato.

The world-renowned "Central Plains Battle" was completely launched!

…

At this time in a primitive forest in Coahuila State.

Frogs sang strangely, snakes chirped, and insects roared.

A man with a weathered face was lying in a muddy puddle, gulping down the water. Before he could enjoy it, he was kicked over.

"Don't drink! You'll die if you drink this water!" The chief of staff of the 61st Brigade yelled.

"If we don't drink, we'll die of thirst." The man who was kicked to the ground raised his head. He said this weakly, and the other party was bored.

The chief of staff looked around, and all of them were old, weak, sick and disabled...

61st Brigade...

There are only so few people left, less than 100 people? !

The others died, ran away, and were lost.

A feeling of sadness instantly occupied his mind, and he knelt on the ground, pulling his hair and shouting helplessly.

Why did you come to the central region!

Why did you help the Popovich government!

Why...

Why did you go deep into Coahuila.

Where are those damn reinforcements?

The breath of despair was pervasive.

Bang!

With a gunshot, a drug dealer armed soldier was seen curled up on the ground with a rifle in his mouth.

He really couldn't bear it anymore.

This was the sixth person to commit suicide.

Surrender?

Surrender would be even worse!

"Bastard! Bastard!" But no one had any sympathy for his death. Instead, some people held the body in their arms and cursed angrily.

The gun went off, wouldn't the pursuers hear it?

Woof woof woof~

A few barkings made them jump up as if their butts were on fire and run away.

"Chief of Staff, run quickly, they are being chased! The Northern Army is coming!" A captain pulled him and said.

"You guys go..."

"I won't run anymore. I'll cover you. If I can get back home, I'll tell my child to live well." The chief of staff pushed him away and rushed towards the Northern Army with a gun.

It looked like great heroism.

The Northern Army that was chasing was obviously surprised to see someone suddenly rushing out, but after reacting, the flamethrower behind him came forward and shot him.

The flames of thousands of degrees dried him up in an instant.

"Ah!!!"

Screaming and running around, trying to drag someone to die with him.

But his eyeballs were melted, his scalp was gone, and he finally hit a tree and fell heavily to the ground, without even a twitch.

"Keep chasing!" The commander of the team waved his hand.

The 61st Brigade... No, now we have to call the remaining soldiers and kill them all here!

Barry Thomas, the commander of the 12th Cavalry Regiment outside "Qina", was a little angry.

"Five days! Five days!!!"

He slammed his hands on the table, "We haven't even passed a small village, and more and more people are dying!"

The cadres next to him all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

Who knew that the Northern Army was so powerful?

They kept sending troops from the back, but they couldn't win at all.

In just five days, more than 700 people were killed and more than 400 were wounded, which was half a regiment, and they were still fighting like this.

"Those Spaniards only know how to hide in the back and watch the show. They didn't help us at all. They didn't charge once." A deputy commander muttered dissatisfiedly.

This complaint caused the mood in the room to collapse.

"Captain, why do we have to go? Do we deserve to die? Are those Spaniards here to be masters?"

"Yes! Captain, the senior officials in Mexico don't treat us as human beings. They urge us every day, but where is the military pay? It is all given to the 1st Brigade and other troops. Our regiment only gets paid for half a month. Don't we deserve it?"

"If you ask me, we should surrender to the Northern Army! Anyway, we don't take drugs, and we are not direct descendants."

Barry Thomas panicked, "Shut up!"

He shouted loudly, and although he made the cadres shut up, it was obvious that everyone's expression was very unconvinced.

The 12th Cavalry Regiment belongs to the army of the old Mexican era. Barry Thomas is also a veteran commander. After Popovich came to power, he vigorously supported his own people. It was embarrassing for him to be an old man.

This is also one of the reasons why the chief of staff pulled him to protect the troops. If these men were gone, Popovich would be killed.

"Go, go, go to the troops!"

Barry Thomas waved his hand, and all the officers left, leaving only the chief of staff. He hesitated and lowered his voice, "Brothers are right."

The other party looked at him suddenly, and he shrank his neck, but then straightened it, "Even though you don't let me say it, I still have to say it. Do you think Popovich can beat Victor?"

Barry Thomas was silent.

"No matter what drug dealers are, they are still drug dealers! We are regular troops, troops that protect the people. Look at what has become of us now, with drug abuse everywhere. Only the northern government can save Mexico!"

"It is better for us to surrender early than to be captured!"

"You don't want your name to be written in the Mexican drug dealers' list after Victor wins, do you?"

This made Barry Thomas a little stunned. He opened his mouth, "But... we also killed a lot of their soldiers."

"There is no way for the two sides to fight. Victor is ambitious and has amazing capacity. He will definitely forgive us, but we also have to make a pledge of allegiance." The chief of staff was like a dog-headed military advisor, giving advice and suggestions.

"What pledge of allegiance?"

"Kill off 600 Spaniards, kill them, can't we do it?"

Barry Thomas hesitated, frowning in embarrassment.

"Captain, don't think about it. If the 61st Brigade is destroyed and the 4th Division is free to attack New Leona, who do you think will be unlucky first? We are the nearest unit!"

The other party shuddered at these words.

"Then you contact the Northern Army and tell them that I am willing to surrender and ask them what they mean."

"Don't worry, I will definitely sell us for a good price!"

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