Chapter 394 The family will be reunited~!
At any time, the headquarters is bombed and the commander is killed. It cannot be explained clearly in a few words. Morale collapses and the command system collapses.
You have no idea what to do next!
The command system is in chaos, good guy...
Who do you listen to?
When Ye Jihuan led Company A in the reverse charge, there were actually thousands of enemy soldiers at the foot of the mountain. Some wanted to hold on, while others wanted to retreat. The battle line suddenly "collapsed"!
Zhang Ziqiang, who was next to him, rushed out with a gun and howling.
My head was blown up and I was a little dizzy. Now I must get back to the place. I held down the upper cover of the M249 machine gun, leaned the butt of the gun on my waist, and fired at the running enemy soldiers.
"Bitch, I drafted grandma!!"
The quintessence of the nation has come out.
A string of bullets passed, killing seven or eight people on the spot.
The benefits of "motorized infantry" are reflected at this time. They can run faster than motorcycles on two legs, have enough physical energy to chase after butts.
In an instant, the defense collapsed.
It’s so relaxing…
"Division commander, we are defeated. The troops in front are still chasing us." The staff officer hurriedly ran to Lieutenant General Alexeyevich Brusilov.
"Order the troops to advance! After crossing the 797 Highlands, march in three directions according to the plan and report the victory to the headquarters!"
His tone was also very excited, and suddenly, as if he thought of something, "Where is the enemy's 1st Brigade?"
"Down to Guanajuato and around the state of Mexico."
"Where is the 2nd Marine Division?"
"It has moved from Michoacán to Mexico State, which is only more than 300 kilometers away from Mexico City. The two main regiments of the 1st Marine Division, totaling 26,000 people, will fight with the enemy's 2nd, 6th, and 7th Divisions in the border area. Fighting with two motorized infantry battalions." Major General Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus had a slicked back hair and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
He motioned to his staff to bring the map and spread it on the table.
"After clearing Hill 797, we can go around the 1st Brigade and other enemy forces from the rear. If we cooperate with the 2nd Marine Division, we can completely eat them!"
"This is Popovich's entire main force!"
"Eat them, Mexico is like a prostitute with her pants open..."
Chief of Staff Frederick von Paulus was a little excited and put his pen on the map a little harder, "What we have to do is to ravage her!"
"So, I suggest that we propose a plan to the headquarters and set the decisive battle location here."
He said and pointed to a place.
Lieutenant General Alexeyevich Brusilov glanced.
"Arcambarro!"
…
The news that Aldous Wendel had been killed was not spread by any intelligence agency, but by the Mexican News Agency immediately. On BBS, the number of words was very short.
"Mexican troops conducted an air strike and killed the leader of the puppet government, Aldous Wendel!"
Just these few words almost overturned the whole of Mexico.
Mexico City.
In the National Palace.
An office secretary ran towards Popovich's office in a panic. Someone familiar called him twice on the way, but he pretended not to hear him and bumped into others several times.
"What's wrong? It looks like someone is dead." The colleague who was hit muttered something.
"Do you think there will be a battle situation on the front line..." Someone around me said carefully, but they only dared to say half of it, and then shook their heads with a smile, "I didn't say anything, hahaha, I didn't say anything."
He lowered his head in panic and left.
President Popovich has been in a very wrong mood recently. As long as someone expresses dissatisfaction with his policies, he will ask his subordinates to throw him into prison, or even directly sentence him to death.
The rule became increasingly...brutal.
You say you are cruel, but you must have loyal troops after all. Just like Victor, you have no troops, but you still go up to the top, which puts everyone below in danger.
Just as the secretary was about to rush into the office, he suddenly heard two gunshots!
His expression suddenly changed!
Pushing open the door, I saw Popovich holding a gun and shooting at the photo of Aldous Wendell on the wall. There were already several bullet holes in it. He looked crazy!
The secretary immediately didn't know what to say.
"Waste! Waste! Waste!!!"
At this moment, Popovich suddenly turned his gun, his eyes were scarlet, as if he was cannibalizing.
"No..."
"Bang!!!"
A shot hit the secretary in the head, staring, and he fell to the ground.
Popovich took the gun and wanted to smash the other person's face, but the bullets were gone. He went up and hit the secretary's face with the butt of the pistol, and the face... turned into salty duck eggs.
The guards who came after hearing the news were stunned when they saw this scene.
"Quick! Pull away, sir!"
The intelligence minister "Milay" who ran over saw this scene and lost control of his expression. He went up and pulled Popovich. The guard next to him also hurriedly helped, and then he pressed him on the chair.
Mental illness has occurred!
The Popovich family is mentally ill.
This happens when stimulated.
"No one should tell anyone about what happened here. Carry the body out." Milai turned to stare at the soldiers and said gloomily, "Do you understand?"
"Understood!" the guard said hurriedly.
"You guys go down, I'll take care of you sir here."
The guard wanted to leave quickly. Who wants to be with a lunatic? He didn't forget to close the door when he left.
Miley turned his head and looked at Popovich, who kept muttering, "Brother, waste, waste..."
He closed the curtains, and the office suddenly became much darker.
With his eyes narrowed, Milai walked behind Popovich, caressed his back, took out a folding knife from his pocket with his right hand, and violently covered his mouth with his left hand.
puff!
The fruit knife was stabbed in at an angle of 30°!
Anyone who has killed someone knows not to insert it horizontally, as this will easily break the neck. If you point it straight and diagonally, you can cut off all the muscles and veins inside.
"Woo!!"
Popovich kicked his leg and the eyeball popped out.
"Take a deep breath, trust me, dizziness is normal." Mi Lai said in a low voice, without letting go of his hand at all, letting the other person's nails grab on his arm!
Finally…
Popovich's struggles stopped.
Only then did Mi Lai let go, pull out the folding knife, and insert the knife again!
Really, he is very professional!
No pain at all.
After taking out the knife again, he took out the paper from the table and wiped it. There was blood on the ground.
He picked up the chocolate on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, straightened his suit in front of the grooming mirror, and then pulled out the corners of his mouth with his hands.
"I'm Jeff Bennett."
Codename: "Joker!"
…
Waiting until it was time to eat at noon, the trembling secretary came over with food, knocked on the door and no one answered, so she opened the door carefully and went in.
"Sir..."
"Ah!!"
He screamed when he saw the scene in front of him.
Popovich sat on a chair, his mouth half-opened, his eyes protruding with bloodshot eyes, and his face was pale.
Mr. President has been killed!
The news instantly shocked the entire National Palace and spread out.
At this time, Jeff Bennett was standing at the door of a church in Mexico City. He had a beard, braids on his head, and corn kernels in his hand. After a pigeon flew over and pecked them, he took the photo. I clapped my hands and walked across the road to the public phone box.
Pressed a series of numbers.
"The evil dragon was slaughtered!"
After saying that, he walked out of the phone booth and saw a thinly dressed girl begging. He took out a 100-dollar bill from his pocket and put it into the bowl in front of the other person's astonished eyes.
"I'm a good person."
Leave gracefully.
…
"Sudden! President Popovich died of illness in the National Palace!"
This news was first spread by the BBC in the United States, and it spread throughout the country in an instant, radiating to North America.
So sudden!
The White House was stunned.
A group of senior men in Buckingham Palace were speechless.
There was silence in Spain. Even the drug-trafficking regime in the South is rarely heard.
It seemed that the whole world was quiet.
Facts have proved that people's joys and sorrows are different from each other.
The United States, Spain and Britain began to discuss re-selecting leaders, and according to rumors, Spain dispatched all the remaining 4,300 foreign legionaries to the army.
Of course, this matter quickly received a response from the Spanish Ministry of Foreign Affairs, "No, from beginning to end, we have never sent soldiers to North America, and everything has nothing to do with the government."
Okay…
It's a shame.
But it’s true, MD, the 600 soldiers can’t be contacted now. The Popovich government claims that they have lost contact...
Okay, now I'm stuck too.
Needless to say, they must have been completely wiped out!
The 1st Marine Division is now charging into Tamaulipas unscrupulously. There is no organized army in it. It is only a matter of time before it is liberated!
Victor was very happy and appeared on the "Tijuana Time" channel in the evening, dressed in military uniform and looking majestic.
"A puppet government that goes against the people's choice will only die!"
"I urge the soldiers again, please don't waste your lives. Your lives should be dedicated to the country and the nation, rather than fighting for drug dealers. I also warn those stubborn people that Popovich's today is you. tomorrow!”
"Long live!"
After coming off the show, Casare sent over his prepared thumbs and compliments.
Anyone can be late, but not him.
"Boss, a reporter wants to interview you tomorrow..."
"Rejecting exclusive interviews with European and American journalists..."
"The same for Miss Bertha Rumsfeld?" Casare asked with a smile.
Victor pondered for a long time, "There is always someone who can make an exception, is there her?"
"No, someone else came from the Washington Post."
"Are there any Asian ones?"
"There are three in Hong Kong..."
"Let them come the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow I will go to the front line to condolences my soldiers!"
Casare was a little unable to keep up with Victor's pace. His legs were so short that he jogged for a moment and said hurriedly, "Boss, can't we just let some celebrity women go to express our condolences?"
The latter stopped immediately and looked at him seriously.
"Casare, the reason why we work so hard is so that our women don't have to dance for others, and let women comfort them. So what is the difference between us and the Korean army?"
Victor paused for a moment and did not hide his ridicule of South Korea. "Only those Xiba people who have no faith need women to twist their hips to lure them. In our army, people, loyalty, and faith are the best." Condolences! ”
"I don't want to leave nothing to Mexico after a hundred years. What I want to leave to them is a loyal army and a peaceful environment."
Casare looked serious, "I understand, boss."
"To hell with the capitalist style!" Victor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Then I'll make arrangements. Which army will you go to?"
"Go to the 3rd Division. Wherever my soldiers are, I will go!"
…
The eyes of the world are on Mexico.
After the black market opened, the odds of the Central Puppet Government’s victory dropped rapidly!
Similarly, U.S. stocks on Wall Street fell by the limit at the opening.
Including agricultural stocks and technology stocks, the market knows that when Victor actually moves into Mexico, these places will be the objects of Mexico's "competition" and will have a very big blow to the internal agriculture of the United States.
And Mexican stocks are rising hard!
Several military industry stocks in the north were at war and went up to their daily limit.
Of course, it is impossible for a "magic stock" to surge 6,692,535% in one day like India did, setting a new global record!
Even if I drink all the water from the Ganges River, I still feel so unreliable.
The third aunt had to scream!
After the Western Army collapsed, it failed to form an effective counterattack.
Just 17 hours…
The 3rd Division pushed across more than 200 kilometers!
Conquer 17 towns in a row, including the important western city of Leon!
This city with a population of 170,000…
This population is already very large in Mexico. It is impossible for a small county to have hundreds of thousands or millions of people.
Kara~
The "Weasel" 1 airborne armored vehicle enters Leon, where the Guards Regiment will rest and recuperate.
"What are our casualties?" Ye Jihuan ate dry food biscuits, opened the marching water bottle and drank it all in one gulp, almost choking to death.
"Our company has 21 killed, 20 slightly injured and 6 seriously injured." Zhang Ziqiang held a roster in his hand. There were many red lines marked on it, which meant killed in action. He handed it over.
21 people!
This made Ye Jihuan feel silent.
Almost half the platoon is gone...
The comrade who got along day and night suddenly disappeared, and it must be uncomfortable in my heart.
"Keep the roster. After the war, we will go to their homes to have a look."
Zhang Ziqiang nodded.
Sitting opposite him were two brothers, Chen Jianguo and Chen Yuanchao, the two veterans mentioned before. Their names were very stylish.
The two brothers rushed forward, the fierce generals of Company A!
The two of them killed at least 50 people...
Zi~
Suddenly the "Weasel" 1 airborne armored vehicle braked.
A few people almost fell out!
"Fuck!" Zhang Ziqiang patted the driver in front and cursed in Spanish, "Did your girlfriend give you a black child? You have to hit the brakes like this!"
"Sir, there's someone in front of you..." The driver stepped aside half way. Ye Jihuan looked out through the glass and saw a dozen or twenty old, weak, women, girls and children standing in the center of the road.
"Company on alert!"
He pressed the intercom and spoke.
Zhang Ziqiang climbed out of the window. There was a machine gun on it, and he would shoot whenever something went wrong.
"Company commander, be careful of fraud. Our troops have just arrived and they are not afraid. Standing in the middle of the road, there must be something wrong." Chen Yuanchao, brother of the Chen family, said.
He is a veteran and has experience.
When we were beating the monkeys, those Vietnamese women were holding their children and shouting that they were hungry. What happened next?
When you went over to give them food out of kindness, she pulled out a gun.
Ye Jihuan hesitated, and then...
The driver shouted, "Company commander, they are coming!"
He hurriedly leaned over and saw the old, weak, sick and children rushing over.
"Shoot!"
"Ah?!"
"I said shoot! I am responsible for all military consequences!" Ye Jihuan cursed.
Zhang Ziqiang hurriedly responded, and the 12.7mmM2HB heavy machine gun above passed cleanly.
Tu tu tu tu…
Just kill people!
The ones who were not dead were still screaming and lying on the ground.
"Company commander, there are many civilians rushing out of the alleys..." The frightened voice of the soldier came from the intercom.
"With weapons?"
"A small amount of AK, most of them are sticks and shovels."
"Enter combat mode and call for support from the troops behind. I order to fire and kill them!"
"They are not civilians now, they are thugs!"
"Yes! Sir!"
Phew~~
The Weasel 1 airborne armored vehicle behind fired a TOW anti-tank missile straight ahead.
He hit someone directly.
The body was immediately blown to pieces, and dozens of people around him were also brought in.
One shot into the soul!
"Charge!!"
Ye Jihuan was going to let them understand today.
What does it mean to defeat Yamato's soul with three sticks? Sir, I am Korean!
……
(End of chapter)