Chapter 182 "Hermosillo Steel Plant"
The 6-square-kilometer "Hermosillo Steel Plant" was established in 1940. At that time, in order to support Germany's ambitions, Spain tightened its belt. .
This steel factory is a product of that time.
I thought that when the time came to reach the United States, the Hermosillo Steel Plant would be able to provide some help, but unfortunately, the Germans froze to death on the soil of Siberia.
In terms of thicker hair, it is obvious that the Germans cannot compete with the Slavs.
And in order to prevent Yankee air raids, the reinforced concrete at the Hermosillo Steel Plant is stronger than the dog author's iron will.
These 4,800 rockets and nearly 38 tons of gunpowder exploded in these 6 square kilometers, leaving many buildings completely untouched.
It’s so outrageous that his mother opened the door for outrageousness—it’s so outrageous.
At this time, ground troops have to be dispatched.
War can never be separated from humans!
The most primitive fighting still relies on people.
An AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle emerged from the ruins with smoke rising, like a lone hero, firing its 7.62mm machine gun at the corner where it was easy to hide.
"Bearing 10 o'clock, cannon ready!" The commander looked out through the periscope and saw two figures of drug dealers shouting loudly.
“Get ready!”
The drug dealer over there also saw them. He picked up the RPG in a panic and took aim while half-kneeling!
"Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!" the commander shouted loudly and sweating.
The gunner immediately pressed the button, beng! The 20mm cannon fired at a shell, and the other party also pulled the trigger, and the armor-piercing shells rushed towards the infantry fighting vehicle.
The two cannonballs were like lovers passing by, but they were obviously not lickers. They didn't even look back and rushed towards their targets.
"Turn! Turn!" the commander shouted loudly.
Bang…
The armor-piercing shell hit the side, and the huge explosion blew half of the face of the AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle away. The French product is NMD brittle!
The driver on the front left was knocked off his head by the huge shock wave, and he was immediately knocked to his soul!
The infantry fighting vehicle cannon also hit the wall behind the drug dealer, and he fell down directly, pinning the two people underneath, and blood seeped out of the wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The door of the AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle that was knocked down shook hard, and it seemed like someone was kicking hard inside.
Bang!
The iron door opened, and a figure crawled out in embarrassment. His face was dark, and he knelt on the ground and retched. When he stood up, he was still swaying. The shock wave of the shell... was obviously It shocked my brain.
There were 7 people in the entire chariot, and he was the only one alive!
The AMX-10P infantry fighting vehicle itself is very thin. Let’s put it this way, your Durex is so thicker than him that you don’t feel safe even wearing it on your head.
Sometimes, a large-caliber assault rifle or sniper rifle can penetrate this thin skin. In war, there is also an element of luck.
The only remaining police officer abandoned his helmet and weapons, and turned around to run outside. As soon as he ran out, he heard a crisp gunshot, and his whole body was stunned for an instant.
The helmet flew off, and the whole person jumped forward and fell to the ground, with a bloody hole in his neck.
Sniper!
In a two-story building at an angle, a drug dealer crouched down and wore a mask that read: Death comes from Los Zetas!
Holding a Beretta 7.62mm sniper rifle produced in Italy in his hand, his eyes were indifferent, like a veteran fighting on the front line of the battlefield.
MD, the Sinaloa Cartel pulled out all his old base troops.
He stood up again, looking outside, and saw police officers hunched over, surrounding him like a fan.
The drug dealer calmly took out his gun, pointed it at a police officer, squinted his eyes, aimed at his neck, and pulled the trigger!
Bounce!
The opponent's head drooped, and the whole person collapsed.
"Cloud bombs! Fire up!"
A police sergeant shouted loudly while lying behind a ruined rock.
Is it normal for ground troops to be equipped with RPO-A "Bumblebee" launchers? Would it be more normal for me to randomly bring a cloud bomb?
Hearing his order, a sergeant squatted down, breathing a little quickly, opened the safety valve of RPO-A, aimed it at the entrance to the second floor, and fired!
Boom!
The ground shook three times, and the entire second floor was a ball of fire. At this temperature, the chicken had to be cooked.
A smoking Beretta 7.62mm sniper rifle flew out of the window. The barrel was black. As for the person... he probably didn't die.
The sergeant carrying the launcher threw away the RPO-A, pointed the gun at it with his backhand, and rushed into the building.
While running up the stairs, he didn't pay attention to his feet at all. He kicked a thread and felt the force coming from his legs. The police officer had a look of horror in his eyes.
A well-hidden anti-infantry mine "Teng" jumped up and directly exploded his lower body to pieces.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The screams roared, and the police officer who was not dead was crawling on the ground. The ground was covered with blood, and the wound was covered with mud.
"Cover! Cover! Cover!" the captain shouted, and the police officer next to him was on guard with a gun. He ran over, put the weapon back, grabbed the wounded man's armpits with both hands, and pressed hard. Dragging it out.
I didn’t notice at all that in a sewer not far away, a hole slowly opened, and a pair of eyes watched this scene.
When the police sergeant was about to pull the wounded man away, he suddenly opened the manhole cover, held an RPG in his hand, and fired a round at him.
The cannonball hit his feet, and the whole person flew out like a kite!
I knocked my head against the stone, why... I didn't feel any pain, but I kept vomiting blood from the corner of my mouth.
"Captain!!" A police officer rushed up, shouting anxiously, and the sergeant saw a sentence embroidered on the other man's chest: Glory is my life!
My eyelids are droopy, I feel so tired.
Really... so tired!
I can finally rest...
Mexico... God, don’t let me come again in the next life.
"Captain!"
"CNMD!"
"Cloud bomb!"
The two police officers from the squad were furious, and each threw a bomb into the sewer. After a burst of noise, a harsh scream came from below.
The police officer carrying the RPO-A rocket launcher aimed at the tunnel and fired!
Boom~
I drilled right in, and with a loud noise, the ground cracked open, and there seemed to be a huge gas bulging upwards below.
Why are cloud bombs called "sub-nuclear weapons"?
It should be the most powerful weapon for an individual soldier, right?
That kind of mortar nuclear bomb does not count. TMD has a killing range of 5 kilometers and a range of 3 kilometers. Typical self-destruction does not count.
The most uncomfortable thing about the steel plant is the dense tunnels below!
Beware of "rats" crawling out from below at all times.
Three hours after the gunfire from Katyusha, the ground troops only advanced 300 meters!
“Fuck!”
Kennedy dropped the pen directly on the map.
“300 meters, how many casualties did we have? 47 killed? 79 injured? With just a few of us, we will die if we advance two thousand meters.”
He is not saying that the police officers are not effective, they are already very effective!
RPO-A opened the way and blew up many drug dealers in the building, but... those bastards crawled out from nowhere.
“Boss, these drug dealers are obviously not ordinary drug dealers. They have a high desire to fight and have very good fighting skills. They can lay landmines, conduct travel notes, use terrain to fight against us, and even use hand-to-hand tactics. The weapons inside are also very elite, different from what we have encountered before."
The adjutant frowned and glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "Can we ask the director for help? "
"How do you get a place like this?" Kennedy was unhappy.
Street fighting has always been a headache for war commanders. During the famous street fighting in Saigon by the US military during the Vietnam War, hundreds of corpses had to be lifted down from above almost every day.
Not to mention the subsequent street fighting in Grozny.
MD, Da Mao was fucked so hard that he almost lost his nuclear weapon. There is a video of that scene. After watching it, let’s put it this way, I would rather die on Iwo Jima than go to a street fight.
You have no place to hide.
"How about throwing some napalm bombs or... giant earth-penetrating bombs!" the adjutant whispered, "The director has a lot of treasures."
"If you throw this away, the Americans next door will have to come in!"
Mexico seems to have... no history of bombers, right? No, there was the Falman F-50 bomber in 1920. It was so old. After the end of World War II, as the dog among the three heroes of North America, it was always lying down.
The dragon is of course the United States, and the tiger is Canada.
At most, he can bark a few words.
If you have bombers, will they not kill you?
No matter how fierce the firepower of your ground troops is, you still have to rush in from the border, but what is the straight-line distance from Tijuana to Washington from your plane?
Let’s not talk about whether you can make a sudden advance. If you really make a sudden advance one day, wouldn’t it be... civil strife in North America?
Even if you use bombers to blow up drug dealers, the Americans will still be unhappy.
Actually, Mao Xiong tried to use bombers to bomb the United States, and then landed in Mexico to win over it, but you know, there is a big man living next door to you, with very strong muscles, and then there is someone thousands of meters away who says protection You, who do you think you will turn to?
I didn’t have the confidence to go to war with the United States, so I could only refuse the olive branch thrown by Mao Xiong. That is to say, Victor came too late. Twenty years earlier, he was the culprit who decided the "three" wars. .
The ban on drugs also depends on other people's faces.
This is... really sad.
"Then we can only continue to ask for ground fire support. It is best to use some high-explosive bombs to directly blow through the steel plant. Otherwise, let's throw dichloroethyl sulfide into it. Hundreds of pieces, kill them directly!" the adjutant said through gritted teeth.
The Anti-Narcotics Force will drag anyone out of here and put him in The Hague Prison. He will definitely be arrested. He is just like the players of P Club.
“The director didn’t limit our date, so let’s push it slowly, blowing up one building after another without spreading it out. It covers an area of 6 square kilometers. I will tear it into open space and stuff it in the tunnel... Dichloroethyl sulfide! Either die down there or get up here!" Kennedy said, "Constraint."
If you use dichloroethyl sulfide bomb on the bright side, then...it will really kill Alexander!
"Boss, I think you can ask the director, maybe he will agree to launch dichloroethyl sulfide from the position."
The adjutant looked at Kennedy longingly.
“The director’s morals are very vague!”
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(End of this chapter)