Working as a police officer in Mexico

Border Line 91!

At this time, the atmosphere was tense and tense, and the air was so oppressive that even crows could not stand it. They stayed in the trees and dared not call.

The main forces that Texas could mobilize in border operations included the 36th Infantry Division and six militia regiments, although they were far inferior to the US government forces.

But if they were pulled to Africa...

They were also a bully!

The 36th Division even captured German Marshal Rundstedt in Austria.

Of course, that was all old war history.

Their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. Although they were militias, they were almost the same as regular troops in terms of weapons and equipment and training time.

Now there were more than 1,000 people, and the two sides were facing each other.

"Go back! American bastard, believe it or not, I will stab you!" Lieutenant Felix shouted at the tall American soldier in front of him with a rifle equipped with a bayonet.

He was trembling all over.

It was not fear, but excitement!

As Casare's younger brother, he has been very brave during this period. He instigated the 12th Infantry Regiment to rebel and led people to enter Tamaulipas State. After receiving the order, he rushed to the border to confront the US military.

Tell my brother, I am not a coward!

The American soldier on the opposite side looked at the Mexican with a slightly immature face and at least 10 cm shorter than him, with disdain on his face, pointed at his chest, and cursed, "Little drug dealer, stab here, I let you stab!"

Hearing this name, Felix's eyes turned red!

Little drug dealer!

In the other party's playful ridicule, Felix roared and stabbed in with a bayonet!

He was penetrated by the other party in one go!

The American soldier stared, unbelievable...

When he fell to the ground, he didn't even have time to regret. He just kept spitting blood and twitching for three or two seconds. He was gone.

Really...

He was so weak, but he still pretended to be X.

"Killing people!! The Mexican bastards are taking action!! Kill them!!" The American next to him saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and he picked up his weapon and started to fight.

"Shoot them to death, shoot!"

No one knew who shouted this.

The heavy machine guns of the armored vehicles across the border began to shoot at each other.

Some unprepared soldiers from both sides fell in a pool of blood.

The sudden gunshot startled Rommel, who was 600 meters behind the border.

"Division commander, division commander, the fighting has started, and the front line is on fire again." A staff officer ran in and shouted.

The word "again" was used very well.

"Open fire, order the 337th regiment to press over and control this place!" Rommel pointed decisively to a place on the map, and the staff officer looked at it and widened his eyes.

"Division Commander, that's the American territory."

"What American territory? It has been our territory since ancient times. In the past, the caliber was not large enough, so there was nothing we could do. Now they want to attack us, so we will attack them first. Pass my order!"

"Yes!"

...

"Turn the muzzle, 300 meters behind the US camp, ready!"

"Fire!"

The artillery of the 336, 337 and Guards Regiments blasted towards the Americans. An ordinary infantry regiment includes 21 D-30 howitzers + 6 ZUS23-4 "Shilka" self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, and 12 M-99 76mm mountain guns.

This firepower...

It blasted a pit in the east and a hole in the west.

"Charge! Charge!"

More than 3,000 soldiers of the 337th Regiment roared and crossed the border.

Many American soldiers were scared and ran away! !

Even their weapons were lost.

The National Guard is an army, but many people in it will have other jobs at that time. How can you expect them to fight to the death?

After a round of volleys from the artillery, it ran faster than a rabbit.

A Mexican M1A1 main battle tank crashed into the car blocking the border, and the tracks crushed the debris. The machine gunner on it fired at the fleeing National Guard.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...

The muzzle of the heavy machine gun was still emitting sparks, and the bullet shell fell from the side, fell on the tank with a bang, and then rolled to the ground, and was pressed by the tracks and stuck in the gap.

"The fight has started, the fight has started!!"

There were people watching the excitement not far from both the United States and Mexico, holding telescopes and seeing it clearly.

"OMG!" A fat man in KFC work clothes stayed on the roof, holding a telescope, looking at the soldiers rushing over the mountains and plains, and got goose bumps all over his body.

Those who saw the charge with their own eyes could feel the shock!

And the KFC store below was playing "The Song of the Armored Forces" from World War II, which was very appropriate.

"Hurry up, Everton! Take out our flag and plant it." The fat man hurriedly shouted to his colleague behind him, who responded and then planted a two-meter-high Mexican flag.

Hmm...

This is called flexible use!

"Mexican soldiers are coming in." Colleague Everton pointed to the distance and said.

The fat man adjusted the telescope and saw two M1A1 main battle tanks driving into the town, followed by dozens of soldiers.

They controlled the streets.

And a gray-haired old woman came out with a double-barreled shotgun and shouted loudly, "Get out, you bunch of bandits! Get out of the United States!"

This is the "Bobwhite" G2 double-barreled shotgun of the Czech CZ company. The firepower is pretty good, enough to kill people, but the old woman's eyesight is not good.

Bang!

A shot at the tank can't even break the armor.

Wherever you hit is not good, you hit here.

"Put the gun down!!" a sergeant yelled, but... in Mexican.

Most Mexicans don't speak English. Although English is the first foreign language in Mexico, the proportion of the population that speaks English is relatively low, and many people do not leave their own land even until their death.

Some people speak only when their work requires it, such as drug dealers.

The old woman didn't understand at all. She thought the other party was scolding her, so she opened the shotgun tremblingly and loaded it again.

"Drop your weapons and get down!!"

Chuchuchu! ! !

The sergeant saw that the other party was not giving face, so he passed by and beat him into a sieve.

"Ah!" the fat man on the roof screamed, his face ugly, "Go and tell the employees in the store not to resist or make any move."

Mexicans really know how to kill.

The old woman was lying on the ground, leaning against the door, vomiting blood from her mouth. The sergeant pulled out his pistol and shot her in the head. Bang!

It was quiet.

"Turn on the horn," he shouted to his comrades on the tank.

A private nodded hurriedly, turned on the loudspeaker tied to the side, and a fluent female voice spoke English.

"Please close your doors and windows and please do not go to the streets. We promise not to harm any civilians. Anyone who goes to the streets with weapons will be killed without mercy!"

"The First Republic of Mexico guarantees your safety!"

"Second, please cooperate with the troops in the search of the town and do not hide soldiers or drug dealers. Violators will be treated as the same crime!"

The people who heard the horn hurriedly closed the windows and doors, shivering, and some people were pushed out rudely. These people looked like Mexicans at first sight. They banged the door and shouted, and finally knelt on the ground crying and were beaten by the Northern Army. Drag it to the roadside.

"Don't kill me, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, I won't do it now, I won't sell drugs anymore." A Mexican woman with curly hair shouted, wearing a skirt, but it was full of dirt. A look of embarrassment on his face.

He was obviously a smuggler from the border, but he didn't survive. He wasn't involved in the drug dealer shootout, but now... he was caught. Bang!

One shot to the head!

It's simply brutal!

If General Yuwen were here, he would definitely criticize the waste.

"Control the town government!"

Following the order, the troops moved on.

This is not the same place. The 337th Regiment that rushed in took control of 2 nearby villages and 1 town and implemented military control. There were also many red necks who were dissatisfied and hid in houses with guns and shot at Mexican soldiers.

"Bazooka! Rocket launcher!" the commander pointed at the house and yelled. The soldier behind him came out with an M72 anti-tank tube and fired a round at the wooden house.

boom!

The roof was blown over, and no one knew what caused the explosion. A raging fire broke out inside, and it was destroyed in an instant.

Red neck?

Now make your ankles turn red!

Mexican soldiers are not afraid of the media, so why should they live under other people's words? The media will only praise the victors.

But in fact, this was Rommel's "kidnapping" plan. He hid soldiers in "residences" on US territory. Do you dare to use large-scale weapons in Texas? You don’t dare, because you’re afraid of being sprayed to death by the newspapers, so you can only negotiate.

Make reparations for the "invasion of Mexico"! !

Austin.

Governor Frederick Madison of Texas looked livid, slapping his hands on the table, and everyone below looked up at him.

"This is war! Gentlemen, Mexico has invaded the United States. You see, they launched a brazen attack on the National Guard, suffered heavy casualties, and rushed into the town of Calabria and its affiliated villages!"

"I now ask the 36th Division and other militia groups to gather urgently, move closer to the border as soon as possible, and take back our land."

"Governor, do you want to report to the Pentagon and the White House..." Someone below whispered an opinion.

"Texas does not need to explain to anyone that we have the right to defend our own land, Major General Carter, execute the order!" Frederick Madison said, looking at the only black general in uniform in the room.

The other party looked at the others, stood up bravely, and saluted with a military salute, "Yes!"

The National Guard obeys the governor. Even if it goes to the left when ordered by the president, it still obeys the former. This is a high degree of federal autonomy. Isn't this just a warlord?

The White House and the Pentagon are so powerful right now. If they become a little less relaxed one day, do you think these frontier officials will have any different intentions? The Lone Star State is notoriously unhappy with the U.S. government.

"In half an hour, I will give a statewide televised speech to mobilize and call on the people to go to the border to resist the invasion!"

He planned to launch a "war on the ocean".

Texas is a notoriously red state, with rural, middle-aged, and pick-up trucks as the typical “maga.”

Hearing this, the lieutenant governor below shook his head directly, "How can ordinary people be involved in the war?"

"Why not, it's the Patriotic War!"

Then you have to call the Soviets, because they have more experience than you.

Dong dong dong~

After a knock on the door, the secretary pushed the door open and came in with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Frederick Madison asked with a frown.

The secretary stepped aside, and the old Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney walked in with a tired look on his face.

"You can't start a war!"

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A Falcon 900 private jet is over Mexico, escorted by three F14s.

Of course this is Victor's landline.

It's extremely luxurious inside.

He scanned the newspaper casually, and a flight attendant carefully brought coffee and placed it next to him. He also pulled up his clothes to make the career line on his chest bigger.

Victor glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw someone standing next to him. He raised his head and asked gently, "What's the matter?"

"No...no sir." The flight attendant hurriedly shook his head. As he walked away, he was still a little reluctant and looked back twice.

Doesn't Victor know what they are thinking?

If a man wants to get on top, you have to be able to shake, and if a woman wants to get on top, you have to be able to eat.

Casare came out of the bathroom and glanced out the window. He could still see the escorting fighter jets outside.

"Boss..."

Before he could say anything, there was a turbulence and the plane suddenly moved, which startled him. The coffee on the table was not placed and fell on the carpet.

The exclamations resounded but were not heard.

Kasare sat down on the ground, unable to stand still.

Victor held the table and glanced outside. The escorting fighter jets were rushing towards the distance.

"General, two F15s were spotted in the airspace at 11,000 meters!" The accompanying officials looked extremely frightened and trembled when they ran over.

This is the sky. If a missile comes over, everyone will die!

"Why panic!"

Victor said calmly, "Can't my soldiers still protect me? Let them attack and shoot down the US fighter planes, and I will give them medals!"

He looked at everyone, "Who has a cigarette?"

A young attendant tremblingly handed it over from the bag, "ARLBORO (Marlboro), it tastes good. Come on, let's all have a cigarette."

Casare got up, took the cigarette, stuffed it in his mouth, and smiled after lighting it, "Better than a camel, boss, let's switch to cigarettes next time."

Victor pointed at him and said with a smile, "You guy, you smoked all the cigarettes in my drawer. Don't tell me that they were given to me by rats. As soon as I opened them, hey, there are only a few packs left in one cigarette."

Seeing that the two big guys were still joking with each other, the entourage all calmed down and sat back down. Although they were nervous, they didn't run around.

The boss is not afraid, so what can we have to panic about?

Victor was smoking a cigarette, the wind was calm.

Calm down, what scene have you not seen before?

Aren't they just two little thieves?

Two F14s rushed forward and had a direct "dog fight". It is impossible to say which one has the stronger combat effectiveness, the F15 or the F14. In the 1980s, US Air Force pilots and Navy pilots fought against each other, and the latter used the "Tomcat".

The US Air Force wanted to die and never won.

It can only be said that the driver's combat effectiveness is strong and the training market is large.

At this point, the Air Force of the First Republic of Mexico was not weak at all.

He also called for help from the air force base below via radio. The base commander there was shocked when he heard that the general's plane was being targeted by the US military.

Colonel Manfred von Richthofen, leader of the Air Force's 3rd Flying Squadron, screamed as he personally piloted the F14 into the sky.

Don't be afraid, general, our loyal ministers are here!

The Falcon 900 began to descend, and finally landed smoothly at the "Leon Airport". There were already many soldiers and officers waiting below, and they rushed to greet them.

Lieutenant General Alexeyevich Brusilov, commander of the 3rd Division, and Major General Frederic von Paulus, chief of staff, were obviously aware of the situation in the air. They looked nervous and kept surrounding Victor.

"It's okay, hahaha, don't worry, it's just a few thieves who entered our door. Are you still afraid of them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two F14s that were forward came back and landed at the airport. Seeing that they had returned safely, Victor breathed a sigh of relief. When the pilots came down with the help of ground crew, he applauded.

Everyone also followed suit.

The two combat pilots blushed, ran over and saluted, "General, shoot down one enemy and flee the other."

"good!"

"Well done."

Victor patted them on the shoulders and joked, "Don't worry, the medal will not be lost. I will award it to you personally when the time comes."

"Thank you General!"

"See, these are our soldiers. They will never show mercy when facing powerful enemies. Aren't they just Americans? They have X-bombs, and we will have them sooner or later. At worst, we will all die together."

"We must carry forward the spirit of not being afraid of hardship and death. North America is not dominated by the United States. We must also ask who owns the Gulf of Mexico, the Pacific Ocean, and the South American Garden!"

"I guess you also heard about the conflict between the 4th Division and Texas."

"Today, we need to let them know who is the ancestor of Texas!"

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