Chapter 463 Robert: Why didn’t you tell me! ! !
Robert Gates looked at it with trembling hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was rapid.
The ginseng next to him was afraid of him... he was so angry!
Bang!
With a loud noise, Mr. Defense Minister slammed the battle report on the table, like a lion with its hair exploded, "Asshole! Why didn't you inform me of the air raid?"
Air Force Commander General Gottfried Westbrook, who was sitting opposite, glanced at the Army Commander General Bernhard Hawkins next to him, who had a gloomy look on his face.
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"Come here!" He shouted outside, and two guards rushed in. Robert pointed at each other, "Remove his military rank, lock him up, and send him to a military court after the war is over!"< br>
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General Bernhard Hawkins raised his eyebrows. This air force commander was one of his allies who had sidelined Robert. How could he be removed like this?
He stood up immediately, "I..."
Peng!
An ashtray hit him in front of him, startling him. Bernhard Hawkins' eyes widened...
"Shut up! Bernhard, I am the defense minister, you loser, stand aside!"
Robert's roar was the only sound in the entire office, and everyone fell silent instantly.
The junior staff officer's legs were shaking with fear.
Admiral Bernhard Hawkins' face was ashen as he was being called a waste...
Who can bear it?
He is also the commander of the army after all!
"What? You still don't accept calling you a waste?"
Robert didn't know which tendon was wrong today, so he came around from behind the desk and rushed in front of Bernhard. He was not as tall as the other person, but his head just reached the other person's chin.
He raised his head and cursed, "Do you want to rebel? Or do you want to defect to Mexico?"
"No...no." Admiral Bernhard Hawkins retorted subconsciously when he heard these words.
How is that possible!
I am born as an American soul...and die as an American bastard...
"Then your commander never taught you to obey orders?!!"
Robert sprayed his saliva vigorously and washed the other person's face for free.
The other senior executives next to him all remained silent, but there was a bit of worry on their faces.
Admiral Bernhard Hawkins was famously fiery, and he was afraid that he would be provoked to punch the opponent.
But fortunately, the army commander was not overwhelmed by anger.
"Yes, sir!" he shouted as if to vent his anger.
"Get out!"
"Yes!"
The veins on Admiral Bernhard Hawkins' face popped out. He roared, then turned around, opened the door and walked out.
But when he closed the door, it was so hard that the big white on it was shaken down. It was obvious that he was expressing his dissatisfaction.
But there is no way, the official level will crush people to death.
Robert Gates looked at the ashen-faced Air Force Commander with sinister eyes and waved his hand, "Pull it down!"
Two guards removed his rank and dragged him away.
"You go out, Brown, you stay."
The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff nodded, sat on the chair, and waited for everyone to leave.
Robert picked up the mineral water on the table and drank it. He was a bit special, he liked to drink bottled water.
"Someone must be responsible for this matter. I want to report to Mr. President to initiate the accountability process and let Air Force Commander Gottfried Westbrook be punished!"
Brown Weiss nodded, "I agree, but I still have to say, Robert, suppress this kind of thing as much as possible. After all, this is a time of war, and excessive punishment of generals can easily cause internal disunity."
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When these words came out, Robert Gates became even more angry, "During the war, I should have killed him!"
"His recommendation letter for West Point Military Academy was written by Douglas MacArthur. His uncle was President Nixon's military adviser, and his grandfather was a good friend of Roosevelt..." Brown Weiss said softly about this complicated relationship. .
Robert, who was originally angry, was momentarily speechless when he heard this series of names.
This is a typical kid from an aristocratic family in the US military.
"I hate guanxi households!" he said through gritted teeth.
The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff raised his head and glanced at him without saying a word.
No, you just hate yourself for not being a related party.
If you go out to hang out and don't care about your background, where can you sit?
Many people say that in the United States, human towers, heck, slaves can be presidents.
Don’t think about it…
Power spreads only through blood and sex!
"Find an excuse to suppress this matter as much as possible, Robert. If public opinion arises, it will be the worst for you." Brown Weiss patted him on the shoulder and left directly.
"Fake!!!"
Robert kicked over the chair in front of him to express his dissatisfaction.
The further you get to Lingshan Mountain, the more profound the background of monsters becomes, and those who die are the ones with no one on them.
Robert?
Haha…
Many people privately call him "the son of a bamboo craftsman."
When Brown Weiss walked out, he heard the sound of smashing from inside and shook his head.
When he raised his head, he saw Army Commander General Bernhard Hawkins still standing at the door, smoking.
The two people looked at each other and said nothing, but they seemed to have said everything
Bernhard threw the cigarette butt on the ground, showing no quality at all...
He went downstairs without looking back and met the same military people on the next floor. They were waiting for him like a big brother.
"Isn't Robert going to the front line?"
"Let him die there!"
Several people looked at each other and swallowed, "How to do it?"
Bernhard's eyes were sinister, "Like Button!"
What we are talking about here is George Smith Button Jr., the "strong general" who died in a car accident.
Listening to what he meant, this Barton’s death was a bit strange, right?
"We haven't reached this point yet..." an officer lowered his voice.
"Nonsense!"
"Are we going to have to wait until Robert's bastard's butcher knife gets to our heads before we fight back? If he can arrest Gottfried today, I will be next, and you will be next."
Bernhard's eyes swept across them, "Don't think too beautifully about politics and power struggles."
"As long as he dies, I can operate it. The next defense minister must be me!"
His eyes reflected...ambition!
Robert Gates, who was in the room, wanted to ask his backer to help him, so he called Reagan.
But the person who answered the phone was his secretary.
"Mr. Brady, why are you so noisy over there?"
Reagan's personal secretary glanced at the boss who was shaking hands with the generals and said into the phone, "We are offering condolences on the front lines in San Diego."
"What!!!"
Robert screamed, his head heavy, why didn't he tell himself!
"Come back quickly sir, it's too dangerous ahead." He could only suppress his dissatisfaction like coaxing a child.
"Don't worry..."
Secretary Brady smiled, "Mr. Reagan is very safe now, and this is very far from the rear, no problem."
Robert half opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
God bless!
……
San Diego, near the Tecate River side.
A school in a black community has been demolished and turned into a material transfer site.
As for the headquarters?
Who knows where the commanders of the two divisions 336 and 337 are hiding?
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Move quickly."
Alvin York, deputy commander of the 7th Reserve Division, jumped out of the car and signaled the soldiers in the car to move their things quickly.
"I'll find someone to connect with you, and you can take command here." He said to the accompanying adjutant, frowning, and rushed into a unit building in a hurry.
I happened to see a lieutenant colonel trotting over from the opposite side.
"Lieutenant Colonel Myers, I'm looking for you. There are 400 rounds of individual rockets, 600,000 rounds of ammunition, cotton towels, alcohol and body bags transported from the rear. Please sign for them." Alvin York said hurriedly. .
The other party had dark circles under his eyes, "I'm very busy now, Andrew, go and receive the supplies, and, this..."
He knocked his head and looked at the opponent's lieutenant colonel's rank, forgetting his name.
"Alvin York, deputy commander of the 7th Reserve Division."
"Oh oh oh, Commander York, I'm very sorry to trouble you. Please send back our fallen and wounded soldiers as well."
"No problem, this is what I should do."
"Thank you!" Lieutenant Colonel Miles thanked him and hurriedly went to work.
Andrew, who was called, was a captain. He came over and saluted him, "Sir, I will be in charge next. Please follow me first."
Alvin York nodded, and the two of them rushed to the playground behind the "Black School".
Once inside...
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
I smelled all kinds of smells in the air.
The smell of gunpowder smoke, corpse stench, and barbecued meat all rushed into my nose, reaching straight to Tianling Gai.
Alvin York was also a veteran. He originally belonged to the front-line troops, and was later transferred to the reserves to serve as deputy division commander. His face was expressionless, but his pupils shrank when he saw the corpses on the ground.
"Are the casualties...so serious?"
There were almost three to four hundred corpses in the entire playground, and a dozen people from the logistics department were helping to verify the corpses and record names.
Alvin York walked to the nearest body. He was completely unrecognizable, his body was burned, and his left arm was broken. He squatted down and looked at the dog tag placed on the body.
"Zachary McIntyre, corporal, deputy squad leader of Company A, Battalion C, Regiment A, 336 Division, blood type A, born in 1972."
"You're only 20 years old."
Alvin York couldn't help but sigh, "Is the war situation so anxious?"
Andrew sighed, "The military ordered street fighting, and the Yankees retreated, so we rushed forward, almost touching the streets, especially the subway stations in San Diego, which are connected in all directions. In just one day, we lost nearly a company there. ! ”
"Have you taken it down?"
Andrew shook his head, "No."
Alvin York nodded.
Just as I was about to speak, I heard a whistling sound in the air...
"Get down!!"
He slammed Andrew's head to the ground.
Several shells exploded directly on the playground.
The huge shock wave shook all the arranged corpses...
Some of them were so bombed that no bones were left!
Four or five support staff fell to the ground and wailed weakly.
"Save people! Save people!"
Alvin York shouted at the soldiers running over, with red eyes, "Fuck you Yankee!"
Buzz buzz~
The sound of propellers could be heard in the air.
He raised his head suddenly and saw two UH-60 utility helicopters from far to near...
Chug tug tug tug!
The machine cannon hung underneath as an egg was strafing the playground.
The other one went around to the side, and two AGM-114 "Hellfire" air-to-surface missiles with tail fins hung on the crowd and rushed towards the crowd.
"Get out of the way!!"
Deputy Commander Alvin York yelled, his eyes were about to burst, he grabbed two unknown people and threw them towards the side.
boom!
AGM-114 Hellfire blew up a three-story building directly...
call out!
A surface-to-air missile rushed towards the UH-60 utility helicopter.
The Mexican army uses the "Stinger", an elite weapon at mid- and low-altitudes that targets directly.
The pilot couldn't avoid it and could only watch helplessly as the tail was hit, and then the entire helicopter spiraled down and landed outside the school.
The other plane also wanted to come down for rescue, but conditions obviously did not allow it, so it had to retreat first.
The air is filled with thick dust.
Alvin York fell not far away, his hand... shook, and he slowly raised his head without taking a breath.
"Deputy division commander, deputy division commander..." the guard shouted anxiously. After seeing him in the distance, he ran over, "Where are you injured?"
"The ribs are broken..."
Alvin York was a veteran and could feel his injuries. He frowned in pain and looked around. Andrew... was lying not far away, but his neck had been cut in half and he was dead.
The person who was still talking just now died in front of him.
Feeling powerless!
It is also the cruelty of war!
In street fighting, you never know when someone will get behind you.
The greatest sorrow for people is that they cannot decide when to live and when to die.
"Quick, gather the wounded and ask for support from the rear!"
"Yes!"
At an altitude of more than 600 meters above the city of San Diego, four Mexican Pchela-T unmanned reconnaissance aircraft transmitted data back to the rear headquarters in real time.
In the first half of 1991, Victor spent $150,000 to poach Soviet drone technology experts and the results of Pchela-T.
That's really a mistake!
After arriving in Mexico, he established a drone research and innovation center and spent tens of millions of dollars to vigorously develop drones.
Among them, the Pchela-T reconnaissance aircraft is also one of the models.
Faith can fight...
But now times have changed, and Victor is not dizzy. Of course, he also understands the necessity of modern warfare.
Unmanned reconnaissance drones will provide first-hand information to frontline troops.
"General!"
Suddenly, a lieutenant raised his hand, and Helmut Moltke, commander of the Information Operations Force behind him, heard the sound and ran over. His mustache looked a little sexy.
"What's wrong?"
"Here." The lieutenant pointed at the screen, "The defense is very tight, and the images transmitted also show that there are many anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles deployed here."
"Perhaps, this is the US military headquarters in San Diego."
"And, most importantly, look here..."
"This seems to be a balloon?" the lieutenant pointed at an object of unknown shape and said, "It seems to be performing some kind of ritual?"
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San Diego is a battlefield!
Doing a ritual? What ceremony?
The Yankees aren't welcoming anyone to come to the front lines to inspect, are they?
There's no such thing as a naughty operation, right?
But when you think about it, they killed the supreme commander of their first army group on the front line.
At that time, Leslie McNair was young and promising. He was promoted to brigadier general at the age of 35 and was a promising future military boss.
But when he inspected Normandy, in order to welcome him, the U.S. Air Force launched a crazy bombing of Normandy. 1,500 heavy bombers and 380 medium bombers plus 550 fighter bombers came out to welcome Leslie Michael's arrival. 4,000 tons of explosives and incendiary bombs were sent.
Then…
He was killed in a foxhole by members of his own family.
Helmut Moltke frowned, "I don't care, just blow him up, follow the procedures, and I'll sign."
The main thing is to explode first and then talk about it.
Anyway, there are enough weapons and shells now.
If you are really lucky and kill a big shot, that will be a military medal!
As his order was issued, it was deployed at a military airport 7 kilometers east of Tijuana.
Seven Pchela-T2 bombing drones, with the help of ground crews, carried cluster bombs and flew towards the target from several directions.
But in the information combat unit, they still don’t know...
I am about to do something big that will shock the world!
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(End of chapter)