Chapter 264 "Then, can I bring a submachine gun?"
The northern suburbs of Sinaloa are an open space.
This is located in the Sonora-Sinaloa subtropical dry forest area. After all, the hottest desert in the entire North America is less than a few dozen kilometers away from here in a straight line.
There are no high-rise buildings, but in order to prevent the attack of the anti-drug forces, this group of drug traffickers began to dig trenches.
A V-shape, numbered as: "17" In the trench, Roberto Torres Morales leaned next to him, tiredly stretching his knees, taking out dry food from his arms to eat While sitting, I accidentally choked, so I quickly picked up the water and poured it down.
"Roberto, is there anything else to eat?" the companion next to him called softly. He hesitated for a moment and handed over the biscuit in his hand. The other party swallowed it in two bites and looked at him expectantly.
Roberto Torres Morales spread his hands to indicate that there was no more.
“Hey, why do you think we came to Mexico to join the war? Isn’t it good to be in Colombia?” The companion sighed.
They were members of the Colombian Expeditionary Force. They were in high spirits when they arrived. According to the North American Drug Association, their daily salary alone was US$200.
The price is actually quite good.
6,000 US dollars a month. In the early days of the US war in Afghanistan, the price of a mercenary was only this much. Of course, it depends on your ability.
Roberto Torres Morales and the others came all the way from Colombia to participate in the war. At the beginning, Guzman was very kind to them, providing food, accommodation and even women.
But when Guzman suddenly fell ill, internal strife suddenly broke out in Sinaloa!
Those cousins who joined forces to talk things over, ignored them directly, and sometimes even forgot the supplies!
Roberto Torres Morales belongs to the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion of the Colombian Expeditionary Force. When he was in China, he belonged to M-19, an anti-government armed personnel.
"Morales, let's run!" My companion lowered his voice and his eyes were trembling. "My intuition tells me that Culiacan can't be defended."
"Run? Walk on two legs. Go back to Colombia?" He said calmly, looking at the moon in the sky, his eyes blank.
My companion's throat got stuck and he lay slumped on the ground.
Woo! Woohoo!
Suddenly, a piercing siren sounded on the west side of the northern suburbs. Roberto Torres Morales got up immediately and did not forget to kick his sleeping companion next to him. Leaping out of the trenches.
The pupils suddenly shrank!
A pair of eyes that are more than 10 centimeters apart from him are looking at him!
In the dark night, both pairs of eyes were very bright, but they were also very frightened.
The person lying on the ground was a senior soldier. He reacted quickly. He kicked off the soil behind him and rushed towards Roberto Torres Morales. The two of them A scuffle broke out in the trenches.
The companion next to him became anxious when he saw this. He wanted to shoot with the AK47 in his hand, but he was afraid of accidental injury.
At this time, the comrades who came up with the superior soldier also stood up, holding an Uzi submachine gun in their hands, standing on top and shooting downwards.
Morales’ companion was covered in blood mist and shot at least a dozen times.
There were more than thirty commandos in total. When the gunshots were fired, except for four or five who were in trench No. 17, the rest rushed towards other trenches with all their strength.
The battle begins immediately!
Major Battalion Commander Horatio Herbert Kitchener in the back heard the gunfire, stood next to the LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicle, raised the M16 in his hand, "Gentlemen , follow me! Charge!”
His chest was beating hard, and he rushed forward with the people!
Following me and rushing me are two different things!
Most of Victor's officers have fought life and death on the front line.
If luck is not on your side, how can you take the responsibility of disrupting the situation?
Mustache fought against the British and French forces on the Western Front when he was in the 16th Regiment of the Bavarian Reserve Infantry Regiment. He participated in the First Battle of Ypres, the Battle of the Somme, the Battle of Arras, and the Battle of Baschenda. .
In 1917, he was promoted from "order soldier" to private, and was awarded an "Iron Cross First Class" and an "Iron Cross Second Class" for his bravery in combat.
If he had been gassed to death.
Is destiny still with him?
Victor always believed in one sentence: Generals must start from the ranks of soldiers, and prime ministers must start from the state headquarters.
He, Victor, didn’t come up from below step by step.
Only brave men can survive on the battlefield.
However, of course, it is not a swarm of swarms. Ever since Maxim, the hair-slinging doctor, has no moral ethics, Gatling, who saves lives and heals the wounded, and Browning, who has a wonderful rejuvenation, have all appeared.
These gentlemen are simply [plague busters], with no wounded at all.
If we go there in groups, we still have to be swept to death?
A charge is a charge, but at least you have to understand the tactics.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener directly divided 4 people into a group, about 10 meters away from each other. Anyway, the field is so big, you can run as you like!
Just break through the defense line.
Thud, tug, tug, tug!
When the drug dealers in the northern suburbs saw the anti-drug troops rushing forward, they panicked and set up machine guns to fire. The firepower was fierce, but they couldn't see anyone.
"Idiot! Flare!!!" A Colombian who looked like a commander kicked the orderly next to him.
The latter quickly lifted his helmet and ran to the artillery position at the rear to convey the order.
Four or five minutes later, several sharp and harsh sounds were heard, and the whole sky suddenly became bright.
A lizard looked at the suddenly brightened sky, its pupils focused, and just as it was about to run into the hole in a panic, it was trampled directly on its head by a foot that "fell from the sky", crushing it to pieces.
The drug dealers saw hundreds of anti-drug force soldiers densely packed.
This is still very shocking to watch.
Think about it, when you find hundreds of strong men rushing towards you, with ferocious looks and murderous intent on their faces, who wouldn't be scared?
It’s like Komodo dragons going to India. You think three of them are fine, two of them are fine, but what about ten or a hundred?
Endangered animals!
This group of Colombian expeditionary forces have crawled through rainforests and deserts in the country. They have rich combat experience and quick reactions. They can fight back with weapons.
On the artillery position in the back.
There were five D-30 122mm howitzers placed neatly. These gunners were obviously tired of getting out of bed. They were certainly in a bad mood after being called up in the middle of the night. They wore soundproof earphones and loaded the shells into the breech.
After Jili Guala talked for a while.
Boom!
The shells hit directly forward.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener raised his head, his pupils shrank, but he quickly lowered his head and continued to charge, but before he could take two steps, a cannonball fell directly from the sky and stuck straight on the ground. .
His mind is blank!
Not even time to pray.
But, one second, two seconds, three seconds...
Dumb! ! !
Horatio Herbert Kitchener's pupils dilated, and surprise took over his whole body. He reacted quickly, and was so excited that he shouted, "Governor Victor is protecting us!"
"Charge! Charge! Charge!"
Damn it, the Mexican Boxers, right?
But I have to say, this really boosts morale.
In fact, war is a very mysterious thing. During World War II, there was a witch named Helen Duncan who lived with her. She was highly regarded by people for her unique skill of "summoning the dead and obtaining secrets from them." Helen was often employed to perform fortune-tellings.
The most famous thing should be that someone invited Helen to find the whereabouts of one of the young men. After the ceremony was completed, Helen said that she had contacted the soul of the soldier, who said that he went on an expedition with the British battleship "Barham" , but the ship was sunk by a German submarine, and no one survived.
As soon as these words came out, the strongest reaction was from the British government. At that time, the war-weariness of the British people was high, and the authorities' first reaction was to deny it, claiming that the "Barham" was still fighting outside. However, it didn't take long for the British army to officially announce the fact that the battleship had sunk. Everything was just as the "dead ghost" in Helen's mouth said.
Later, before and after the Normandy landing, in order to prevent her from leaking the news, the government arrested Helen on the charge of treason based on the "Witches Act" promulgated in 1735, and sentenced her to nine months in prison. No appeal is allowed during the sentence.
Hmm...
Metaphysics!
Horatio Herbert Kitchener slid into a trench with a gun in his hand, knocked down a drug dealer with the butt of his backhand, and shot another panicked drug dealer.
Someone suddenly hugged him behind him, and his backhand was placed on the trench wall. The other person's mouth was open, and the stench almost knocked him over.
People who take drugs...
There is a smell in their mouths.
"Ah!!!" Horatio Herbert Kitchener's face turned red and he twisted his body so hard that his bones made a cracking sound.
A punch to the knee, hitting the man's vulnerable part.
The other person screamed in pain and fell to the ground twitching.
This time, the egg broke.
Horatio took out his dagger, grabbed the opponent's head, and thrust the knife into his neck. With a twist of his backhand, the sharp dagger directly cut off his head.
“Hail!!!”
Horatio Herbert Kitchener roared in the trenches with his head raised.
Soldiers stepped over the trenches one by one and rushed to the northern suburbs gate!
A reporter accompanying the army was also brave enough to record this scene.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener, covered in blood, looked like a god of war.
I’ve already thought of a name.
"Your Excellency Victor, his brave soldier! 》
Rommel, who was feinting on the other side, suddenly realized something was wrong!
Three Mi-8s fired back and forth at the west side, and the drug dealers actually charged in the opposite direction.
Escaped directly!
Rommel was startled, but then he was ecstatic, "Charge into Culiacan! Rush in!"
Who would have thought that these strawberry soldiers ran away directly!
Adjutant Fedor von Bock was on a "Weasel 1" infantry fighting vehicle, followed by three LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicles. He calmly gave the order, "M257 smoke screen preparations!"
"The M257 smoke grenade is ready!"
"Launch!"
The launcher on the LAV-25 wheeled infantry fighting vehicle blew out clouds of smoke.
Dark night + smoke = BUG!
The drug dealers couldn't see them at all and had no choice but to retreat into the city.
The infantry fighting vehicle's 25mm machine gun fired. The muzzles are glowing!
The feint attack directly turned into the main attack.
The west side and the northern suburbs were beaten at the same time, and there was a panic in the city.
"The attack is coming! Victor's army is coming. Run!"
Many residents took their belongings with them in a panic and fled with their wives and children.
The sound of children crying was everywhere.
And the thugs who took advantage of the panic to rob.
“Run!” The woman pulled her husband and said nervously.
"Run wherever you go!" The husband wears glasses and looks gentle. There are photos of him and students on the wall. It is obvious that he is a teacher.
He touched the child's head. The latter was still young and did not understand what war was.
"Go to the south, to Mexico City. Culiacan is about to be captured." The wife said in fear.
"Isn't it good to break through?" the husband asked directly, making the other party speechless immediately, and then listened to him continue, "The Northern Governor's Army is a regular army, and the people in Culiacan are drug dealers!"< br>
“But...but I heard that they will kill people randomly.”
"That's nonsense. Do you believe the report on TV?" The husband raised his eyebrows, looked at his wife's panic, took a deep breath, smiled, and hugged her, "Don't worry, I'm here, don't worry. , Go get the things you prepared."
The wife's mood stabilized a little, she nodded, hurriedly ran to the master bedroom and took out a wrapped piece of paper.
After the husband spread it out, there was a photo of Victor’s upper body. He was wearing a police uniform and looked handsome.
There is also a sentence written in the lower right corner: "The war on drugs never ends, it only begins and continues!"
The man posted this photo on the door.
These things have been prepared a long time ago.
Ordinary people are like this. Can you imagine how panicked the leaders of the Sinaloa drug cartel are?
Louis Adri Loera, commander of the 1st Regiment of God’s Masters, is Guzman’s cousin and one of the people who spoke in Sinaloa. He heard that the anti-drug troops brought his wife with him after they invaded. The child got on the helicopter and prepared to run away.
Resist?
Are you kidding!
There are less than 7,000 drug dealers in Culiacan, how can I resist?
I can only wait to die if I stay.
He ran away happily.
"Quickly, take my golden pillow! I can't sleep without him." He shouted to the bodyguard, who could only get off the helicopter and run to the bedroom to remove his 15 kilogram pillow. Bring me.
This... is golden.
You don’t feel panic at all!
Is this pillow comfortable for your head?
Two Bell 212 helicopters took off directly.
“Go from the south side, don’t go to the northern suburbs!” Luis Adri Loera shouted, and the driver made a hand gesture.
But apparently they forgot something...
No notification was given to subordinates.
The drug dealers on the south side had no idea that their boss had escaped. They took advantage of the darkness and light to see two helicopters flying at low altitude, thinking they were enemy planes.
Set up an anti-aircraft machine gun and shoot!
There are also people who stand on the top of the balcony with an RPG and launch it at the helicopter!
The tail of one plane was blown out and it spun and fell from the top. The plane numbered B7412, one of the Sinaloa speakers, Luis Adrien Loera, became a fireball directly. .
It exploded in the air and instantly illuminated the surrounding area.
"Report to the headquarters that our unit shot down 2 helicopters, and there were no casualties on our side!" the commander on the south side said happily.
Uh...
The Italian Itano Balbo has something to say!
America’s Leslie James McNair!
Everyone has something to say.
The other suspects who could not contact Luis Adri Loera thought he had run away, so they ran for their lives.
But be sure to bring your wealth with you before running!
Culiacan is full of desolation!
When the sun rises again!
A letter from the front line was sent to Kennedy's headquarters. He was about to issue an order for the entire army to charge, but was stopped by a staff officer.
"General, what you want to do now is not to go to Culiacan, but to send troops to Chihuahua. There are 4 regiments of the God's Division over there. If we all press on them, the opponent will bypass them. When we get behind us, we and the Sonora state behind us will be in danger!"
Kennedy Heisenberg felt chills all over when he heard this. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was right. He is a person who is better at listening to opinions.
Stable!
More than anything else.
He looked at the staff officer who made the suggestion. He was young and his eyes were very flexible. He even said... cunning!
Kennedy rarely used this word to describe a person.
"What's your opinion?"
The other party pointed to the sand table at the combat headquarters and said, "We should raid Juarez!"
Everyone in the office Everyone was startled.
"Crossing across the Chihuahua desert from Sonora, while the Culiacan war is still going on, capture Juarez in one fell swoop and liberate the state!"
"Even if the four If we counterattack with a single regiment, we can also advance into Chihuahua from the rear and push across other towns.”
The staff officer said that very boldly!
Kennedy felt pain in his anus after hearing this. He looked at the other party, "What if the troops didn't capture Juarez immediately?"
The other party's expression froze and his brows frowned. .
Many tactics require people to execute them.
The quality of the soldiers is not good enough and the equipment is not good enough. Even if you say it is difficult to break the sky.
If it were Italian soldiers who carried out the "White Plan", do you think it would be successful?
Poland will not surrender so quickly.
"Besides, we don't have that many soldiers now, and the rest of the recruits are still training in the rear." Kennedy shook his head. Seeing that the other party's expression was a little downcast, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "But your plan Very outstanding and bold, I believe you will become an excellent general and even a strategist.”
"What's your name?"
The staff officer's eyes lit up when he heard this comfort, "Erich Manstein!"
"Lieutenant, your opinion is good, can you Can you help me convey the order to the 3rd Regiment? Tell them to stop the road between Chihuahua and Sinaloa. Even a dog must be loyal!"
"Understood!" br>……
"Sinaloa sank after colliding with anti-drug forces!" 》
《Culiacan is free! 》
《The end of the Sinaloa drug cartel has come! 》
Newspapers with different titles were distributed “free” on the streets of Baja California and Sonora.
This is the "free information" policy proposed by the Governor's Office.
A total of 12 newspapers and periodicals enjoy subsidies. All they have to do is distribute newspapers for free on the streets, and no news about dissatisfaction with Victor or the anti-drug force can appear on them.
Of course some bosses disagree.
In the evening, someone came to report that the boss was cooperating with drug dealers. He was directly sentenced to 21 years in prison and his family property was confiscated.
“Another victory!”
“Long live Victor!”
"Hi!"
The streets were filled with joy.
Similarly, Victor in the security department building was also very happy.
My subordinates are reliable.
There is light in his face.
"Sir, Nurnitha Kallis wants to see you." Miss Christa Schroeder, the chief secretary and part-time lover opened the door and said.
“Invite her in.”
Nurnisha Kallis is the head of the Secretariat of the United Nations International Narcotics Control Board, and she has not left Mexico yet.
After a while, she walked in wearing a women's suit. First of all, she congratulated and praised, "Mexico is the most powerful anti-drug country I have ever seen!"
"My dream is not to allow a single drug to flow from Mexico to the world. We must be responsible for everyone if we survive here."
Nurnisa Kallis nodded with satisfaction.
"Governor Victor, the meeting on drugs within the United Nations originally scheduled for September 10 has been moved up to three days later. Do you have time?"
This matter has been said before of.
Victor was unexpectedly ahead of schedule.
He pondered for a moment and nodded, "Of course, can I ask how many people are in this meeting?"
"173 countries!"
Victor's expression suddenly froze.
Nurnisa Kallis looked at him, "Don't be nervous, but I think you need to prepare enough information, and..."
She hesitated, "There will be someone with the Objection."
She said it for the sake of the dollar.
Victor suddenly laughed when he heard this.
"Then, can I bring a submachine gun?"
......
(End of this chapter)