Chapter 281: Killing in the name of Victor!
For another $1 billion, can you give me an LGM-25C ballistic missile?
Victor really wanted to ask this question.
But after thinking about it, he felt that the Americans would say: "Or, launch it for you?"
Do you think anyone would dare to sell that thing?
On this planet, there are only two people who dare to sell. One is the corrupt Cat Panda, and the other is a certain big brother who is extremely short of money. It is said that when the camel passed by, he directly smashed the big brother into confusion.
Victor continued to test the opponent's bottom line as much as possible.
"Six A-10 attack aircraft are too few. I hope I can be given two squadrons."
This is like a lion opening its mouth and biting Asmir with one bite. ·Ward's eyes suddenly widened on his butt, "Two squadrons?!"
That's 22, damn...
Why does Mexico need so many planes?
He looked at Victor and frowned. He was not very direct, but a little tactful, "There is no need to worry about the skies of North America. We have enough ability to protect you."
"Live in The little bird under my father’s wings will never grow up. I hope that one day, no, I hope to be at the forefront of the battlefield against Iraq. Mexican pilots are ready to fly fighter planes into the enemy’s chest!”
To convey my meaning: I already call you dad, so just give it to me.
Two squadrons have only 20 fighter jets...that's all!
At most, it can directly bring the number of Mexico's air force to the top thirty in the world!
Don’t think that because Blue Star is so big, they are all famous actors.
Most of them were spectators near the Caotai team.
Can you think of more than a hundred countries in the world that don’t even have a single warship?
Mexico doesn’t have a strong man like Victor, they don’t even have an air force!
Arms and equipment are very important. You may not use them, but you cannot live without them.
There are many high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Mexico City who believe that there is no need for the Air Force because they cannot afford to support it. Pilots, maintenance fees, and fuel are all money, so they might as well share the money with everyone.
When President Cuauquemot heard this, he became angry on the spot. He pointed at the senior official who made the suggestion and asked, "Do you want to try Victor's caliber!"
In Mexico If you offend the president, maybe you can still live. If you offend Victor?
Do you still want to leave?
Everyone can sense his ambition. Would Asmeir Ward, the U.S. representative to the United Nations, not know?
He looked at each other, and Victor looked at him.
The two grown men looked at each other...
"Do you want to be Mexico's Fidel Castro?" Asmir Ward murmured softly.
The hair on Victor’s back suddenly grew, and his scalp was a little numb.
It may be difficult to choose who the United States hates the most in the world, but if they are asked to choose who they want to die, it must be the Cuban one.
Victor looked at Asmir Ward, lowered his head, and closed his eyes lightly, "Mexico is too close to the United States, with a border of 3169 kilometers. I can swear to God that the United States will always be the dominant country in Mexico. ! ”
This is already very shameless.
If word gets out, Victor's reputation will at least suffer a big blow.
But, you have to be humble!
When half of Mexico is conquered, we can independently produce high-precision weapons according to Goldfinger’s instructions. When the time comes, if you don’t sell them to me, I will produce them myself!
Asmir Ward is a very pragmatic person and does not believe in God, but since the White House chooses to believe in the other party, there is no need for him to be the bad guy. After thinking about it, he said, "No problem!"< br>
“Besides this, I also want a C-130 transport plane.”
Victor’s eyes flashed and he grinned innocently.
…
The two people "plotted" in the ward for more than forty minutes. Victor's bodyguard and the American outside looked at each other.
The two big guys are fighting inside, right?
Just when Jason Bourne was about to knock on the door, he heard a "squeak" ~ the door was opened, and Asmir Ward walked out with a tired look.
It was like... fighting hand to hand for a long time.
Victor in the ward was pouting, as if he still had something to say.
"Walk slowly, Mr. Asmir."
The opponent's feet felt like wind. For fear of being caught if he ran too slowly, Jason Bourne looked at the American strangely, wanting to see Look at his ass.
"Jason!"
"I'm here."
He hurriedly ran in.
Victor pulled up the pillow to make himself more comfortable, and sighed, "There's going to be a war."
"Isn't Mexico always at war?"
"Go to Kuwait!"< br>
“The 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment will be transferred to set off first. The United States will send personnel to transport them to the Arifjan Base in Kuwait. Erwin Rommel will be promoted to lieutenant colonel and will be fully responsible for the affairs of the Mexican Expeditionary Force!”< br>
Jason Bourne raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this man named Rommel had caught the eye of Boss Victor, and he would become famous in a short time.
This speed of promotion is higher than blood pressure!
You won’t be brigadier general next year, and then promoted to lieutenant general within three years, right?
Hahaha... not possible!
“We don’t need to prepare weapons and ammunition. The Americans will be ready. They will also equip the 4th Battalion with 15 M1A1 main battle tanks. They are responsible for all costs, including the cost. What we have to do is not to charge into the battle, but to It’s about waving the flag and shouting!”
When the eldest brother goes out, the younger brother must stand behind and fight.
During the Cold War, why did those small countries eat so well? It was because the two big guys gave away everything in order to fight!
Just don’t move around.
"This is just the first batch. I promise the Americans to send at least 10,000 troops. Let Kennedy put some new recruits in appropriately and let them see blood."
Ten thousand people!
Either don't do it, or lick it hard. Anyway, they have already declared war with Iraq, and are still carrying out terrorist attacks in Sonora. If it weren't for my reliable people, there would be abuse everywhere now.
Victor is very petty.
Jason Bourne nodded and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door. He turned around and saw an entourage walking in.
“Sir! Something happened in Mexico.”
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Chiapas. The famous Santo Domingo Church!
Gustavo, who was wearing a roman cass with a stand-up collar, had a beard, held an AK47 in his hand, spoke authentic Spanish, and shouted through the microphone to thousands of people in front of him.
Brothers and sisters in Asia, Africa, Oceania, Europe, and the Americas:
Welcome to the mountains of southeastern Mexico.
Let us introduce ourselves: We are the Zapatista National Theological Army.
For ten years, we lived in the mountains, brewing a war between the mountains, and we built an army.
Down the mountain, in the cities and on the ranches, we do not exist. There, our lives are worth less than machines or animals. We are like gravel on the road and weeds on the roadside. We were speechless, we had no face, we were nameless, we had no future, we were nothing.
…
The mountains tell us to pick up our guns and that way we will make a noise.
The mountains tell us to cover our faces, and then we will have a face.
The mountains tell us to forget our names, that way we will be named.
The mountains tell us to keep our past, that way we will have a future! !
…
Gustavo raised his hands and shouted impassionedly, "We want freedom! Democracy! Faith! And justice!!"
"Long live!! "Most of the believers below are Indians. They are also among the lowest-end people in poverty-stricken Mexico. When they heard this exciting "Liberation Theology", they immediately raised their heads, raised their hands and cheered.
"Come on! Go and liberate Chiapas! Go and liberate Mexico!" Gustavo shouted heartbreakingly.
Chiapas is basically made up of large ranches, coffee plantations, and small family plots of land, with unequal land distribution and no real implementation of land reform. The indigenous people are very poor and live in an area with a shortage of arable land - the forested lowlands have poor soil and the highlands are prone to soil erosion. For years, Aboriginal community leaders have spoken out in resistance, only to be murdered.
The government doesn’t care, the world doesn’t love you!
But God spread his "extreme violent theory". Since you are poor, let's fight!
Liberation theology, which has flourished in Latin America, has begun to launch armed resistance in Mexico!
September 19, 1990.
200 Zapatista National Theological Army stormed into the northern city of "Juchitán", killed the mayor, shot dead the local military and political governor, and declared an uprising!
September 20th!
More than 3,000 rebels attacked the capital Tuxtla-Gutierrez!
The governor of Chiapas was killed!
The local security was chaotic, and many gangsters took advantage of the chaos to commit crimes, resulting in the death of more than 4,000 people, half of whom were non-Mexicans, which shocked the world!
On September 22, the Mexican 78th Division stationed in the west was defeated, 21 division-level cadres were killed, and the remaining soldiers were coerced into occupying the entire state of Chiapas!
On September 23, Warrick, the former senior leader of the Sinaloa Group and Guzman’s nephew, announced an uprising in Chihuahua and gave a televised speech calling for the overthrow of the corrupt and authoritarian Mexican government!
On September 28, Juarez and the Gulf Group jointly announced that they would break away from the actual control of Mexico and called on countries around the world to provide support to help the people truly stand up.
He even called Victor and Quaukmot: dirty and despicable thieves!
Seeing someone taking the lead, all kinds of monsters, monsters and careerists start to rise
In some villages, there were even dozens of people, armed with weapons, who dared to hijack trains and extort money from traveling merchants, just like bandits.
It’s chaos!
It’s chaos!
It’s chaos! !
In the King's Palace, the footsteps were a little panicked and urgent.
Many staff members were in a state of disbelief.
Mexico City is in the south, but there are rebels in the following continents, and they are about to rush in and kill these "nobles".
Of course Kwaukmot, who was in the office, knew that his subordinates were nervous, but he was in no mood to comfort them. He himself was almost scared to death.
"Manuel Guar, the major general commander of the 6th Division of Oaxaca, attacked and killed the local governor, robbed foreign businessmen, and expanded the number of troops!" "Recruit" Giancarlos said calmly next to him.
He kept looking at Mr. President, Kwaukemot's face was pale.
No wonder he is like this. This is already the seventh army chief to do this in just half a month. What is he doing? Is this all about rebellion?
The 200,000 Mexican soldiers have begun to become some people's private soldiers.
That’s ridiculous...
You still expect them to crack down on drugs?
They are just waiting to stab you in the back.
"What to do! What to do!" Kwaukmot was a little panicked.
He was really frustrated when he was the president. There were many drug dealers inside him. He finally became a strong man, but he turned out to be the kind of unruly man who didn't care about morals and etiquette. He didn't care who you were when he came up. Kill everyone who has anything to do with drug dealers!
It made everyone angry.
Kwaukemot also advised Victor to kill less people, and the latter's answer was: "Not killing is not enough to satisfy my hatred!"
There are also people who want to pay to end the trouble. But when he saw that the other party was so rich, the good guy...he was slaughtered like a pig.
In addition to Victor, the situation in southern Mexico is also unstable. Unexpectedly, the rebels have risen now.
Will you be like Louis XVI?
Open the scoop directly?
Ganclos looked at him with calm eyes. He had been with Cuauquemot for so long that he knew that the other person was actually "mediocre" and had no special abilities at all. If it weren't for the governor's help, he would not be in this position. Not stable at all.
But the main focus is "obedient".
Those who obey will have food to eat.
“Move the capital.” Giancarlos said, and Quaukmot looked at him with wide eyes.
“The governor has one hundred thousand soldiers, the people love him, the political situation is stable, and Mexico is in the north!”
“Victor has one hundred thousand soldiers, so we can send troops south and suppress them all.” Ukomot's eyes were red, but he looked like a gambler.
Giancarlos looked at him with complicated eyes, took a deep breath, and said meaningfully, "If there were no bandits in Mexico, it would be really dangerous."
He is no longer the little policeman who "served his life on the edge of the sword" at that time. Following Kwaukemot, his political literacy has improved rapidly. Likewise, he also knows how to use his own brain.
It seems to make sense.
Mr. Governor, of course, with so many soldiers, they could run rampant without restraint, which would probably cost more people, but why didn’t they do this?
Is it really about playing it safe and steady?
Perhaps, it is also to support the bandits’ self-respect!
If all the Mexican drug dealers are gone, according to the governor's ambition, Victor's guns will only be able to face a few small countries in Central America. They will definitely have to turn against the United States by then, but before that time comes, there are insufficient armaments and insufficient soldiers. !
Don’t you think that when Mexico is in complete chaos and the people are in despair, the sudden appearance of a tough man is simply a "light of hope".
Victor... is very sinister.
Perhaps, he is waiting for chaos to really arise in Mexico, and then when all the bullshit families and classes in the country are in a mess, he is jumping out. Who else in the country will dare to speak out against it?
Kwaukmot’s eyes were blank and somewhat unclear.
Giancarlos sighed secretly and straightened his body, "Chaos can create new order. Sir, move the capital. Tijuana is more suitable than Mexico City."
"I...I think about it, I think Think."
Kuaukmot muttered, not daring to make a decision.
Gancarlos did not urge him and just left on his own. When he walked out of the King's Palace, the sky gradually became gloomier. He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds.
“The wind is picking up.”
…
The southern states are in chaos.
As a legitimate northern government, of course we must express ourselves!
“Any action that dares to provoke, threaten, intimidate and undermine Mexico’s security is seeking death!”
“My Northern Governor’s Office will never agree!”
"Order the Chiapas rebels to disarm and ask other armed forces to surrender on the spot!"
"Otherwise, in the name of Victor! Let's go on a killing spree!"
News statement from the Governor's Palace The person gave the final notice calmly and extremely.
But obviously, the other party will definitely not listen. Are you kidding? If you say surrender, surrender. Is our liberation theology the theology of surrender?
Impossible!
At 3 o'clock in the morning on September 29, 1990!
A formation of 20 Mustang P-51s took off directly into the air, flew over Chiapas under the night sky, and bombed the Theological Army’s base camp.
The screams of explosions resounded across the sky.
Suddenly the flames burned the entire sky. "Ahhhh!!!" The angry Indian man below raised his gun and fired at the sky. His eyes were red and swollen.
But how can a bullet hit a plane?
Phew! ~
With a roar, a bomb fell from the sky and exploded not far away. The huge explosion knocked him over. He was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, with blood oozing from his nostrils and ears.
His eyes were a little confused.
Reach out your hand…
He saw his parents who were starving to death and his brothers who were squeezed to death by the Mexican government. He opened his mouth, "Mom..."
What was wrong with him? He just wanted to live.
What is it like to live in Chiapas!
What does the Indian live like!
He also wants a swing hanging at the door.
The sky is blue, and there are paper cranes outside the window...
"Live..."
"I want to live!"
The Indian man's hand finally fell heavily to the ground, He closed his eyes.
The panicked companions stepped on his body and ran away in terror. They roared and screamed...
Manfred von Richthofen, who had returned to his post, looked down at the flames rising side by side with the rising morning glow in the sky.
He took out his camera and took a photo.
"So beautiful." He murmured.
How damn great it would be if there was no war!
However, this was not what Manfred von Richthofen had to consider.
In the name of Victor, let's go on a killing spree!
"Two unknown aircraft were spotted approaching from the east. Manfred and Ernst, go and deal with them." The formation commander's order came through the headset.
He pulled the operating lever and said, "Understood!"
The two P-51s broke away from the formation and flew eastward in the opposite direction. After flying for about three minutes, they finally saw the "visitor" ".
“The Guatemalan Air Force.” Companion Ernst Udet had already seen his opponent with sharp eyes, “They like to tattoo chrysanthemums on their fuselage.”
This complaint is simply fatal.
But actually it’s not a chrysanthemum, it’s just an Air Force emblem.
Manfred von Richthofen also saw clearly that they were two A-37 attack aircraft nicknamed "Dragonfly".
It is a ground attack type developed based on the T-37.
Many Latin American countries are still using it.
It can be regarded as a representative of getting older and stronger.
But the Guatemalan Air Force flies into the skies of Mexico?
“Kill them!” Manfred von Richthofen was very decisive, informed?
What to notify!
Everyone except American fighter jets flying over Mexico will be shot down!
At a distance of more than 300 meters, the P-51 machine gun fired directly!
Two "lights" were drawn in the sky, which were particularly eye-catching.
The other party did not expect that he would take the initiative to open fire. He was so frightened that the fuselage of the plane swayed to death. The bullets penetrated into the cabin and directly nailed the other party to the seat. His chest was blown open, and the back seat My luck was good, but not good either...
I could only bear the feeling of weightlessness, and the plane spun and fell downwards.
Boom!
Fall to the ground and explode!
The metal flew in the sky for a while, then fell to the ground, still emitting black smoke.
The pilot on the other A-37 attack plane was shocked when he saw this. He wanted to run away, but of course it was impossible for the plane to turn around temporarily. In the blink of an eye, the distance from the P-51 was shortened.
Open fire in a panic!
Ernst Udet made a perfect rollover and dodged the shot, while Manfred von Richthofen went around the back and fired with one click, puff puff puff...< br>
Half of the wing was broken off.
"Skydive! Skydive! Skydive!!!" the Guatemalan pilot in the plane shouted heartbreakingly, and he ejected with a pull, phew!
The two people flew out directly.
Before I had time to be happy, I saw P-51 approaching.
"No, no, no! Surrender!" The two waved their hands in horror and shouted desperately.
Chuchuchu...
The machine gun fired directly, and the people were beaten into pieces and disintegrated in mid-air!
Who said you can’t hit pilots?
Victor has no rules.
It is not written in the Geneva Convention, it is just a hidden rule that is generally recognized by everyone.
P-51 shot down A-37?
American weapons civil war?
But obviously in terms of pilot technology, the Northern Alliance is superior.
Manfred von Richthofen and the two walked away.
Hidden merit and fame!
The sun slowly climbs up in the sky, and many people cannot see the new day.
The leader of the Zapatista National Theological Army, Gustavo looked at the base camp that was burned to ashes in front of him, his eyes were red, and the surviving believers behind him were also crying. Many of their family members died there. During this air raid.
“If we want to resist, there must be sacrifices! We advocate welcoming them with open arms. The road to heaven is full of flowers. Everyone, we don’t have to be sad. Please stand up. Please believe that God loves the world and will not abandon us. !”
Gustavo looked compassionate.
This guy is actually not Mexican, but Peruvian. He is a follower of Peruvian liberation theology leader and Catholic priest Gutierrez, and a practitioner of "fairness, justice and justice."
Of course this is what they claim.
Latin America is really awesome. To make a revolution, you have to involve God and choose MKSism as your chief adviser. This thing itself is very imaginative.
It is said that during the meeting, there were "Three God outfits", a copy of "MKS Doctrine", a "Bible", and a submachine gun.
Either you believe in Jesus with me, or I send you to see his old man, you decide.
"If Jesus were alive today, he would be a guerrilla"!
Before Gustavo came to Mexico, he actually participated in the Nicaraguan Revolution in 1979.
The Somoza family, the rulers of Nicaragua at the time, used their political and economic power to plunder and plunder, and were willing to be the dogs of the United States.
When a major earthquake occurred in Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, in December 1972, the Somoza family and their gang, despite the tragic death and injury of 30,000 people and 250,000 homeless people, actually diverted foreign aid to A large amount of disaster relief funds were diverted for personal use.
In 1979, the Sandinista National Liberation Front uprising, a large number of liberation theology believers and priests joined the fight. In the end, the Sandinista National Liberation Front successfully established a people's republic and defeated the American interventionist army. .
Although in the later elections, the Sandinista National Liberation Front failed and an independent person came to power, this relatively successful revolution greatly inspired the Latin American people.
However, this caused dissatisfaction among many people. The Holy See of the Holy See issued a decree condemning some views of liberation theology; and the following year, it ordered the Brazilian liberation theologian Boff to remain silent.
This was a fatal blow to liberation theology. Many clergy were forced to resign and leave, and it was difficult for them to preach again without their jobs.
As a result, a lot of nastiness arose here.
Some people plan to use liberation theology for personal gain, while others really want to liberate the world!
Maybe Victor would agree with their behavior, but that doesn't mean that he allows them to carry out this behavior on their own territory.
Gustavo knelt on one knee, and the believers behind him also did the same, slowly singing songs, accompanied by cries, and finally resounded through the sky.
He stood up and said to the companion next to him, "Maybe we need help from the outside world."
Believers in Jesus also need to eat!
"Victor will definitely go to hell!" his companion cursed fiercely.
Gustavo did not answer. He looked into the distance, squinting, feeling the heat in the air, "The wind is picking up."
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The familiar park in the small town of “Los Mochis” in Sinaloa.
Rommel looked at the open space in front of him quietly, the flowers in his hand swaying, his eyes a little downcast.
"Are you looking for Lucy? Sir." A voice of inquiry came from behind him. He turned his head and saw an old woman looking at him.
"Do you know him? Old man."
"Lucy no longer sells oranges. She has become a teacher, a primary school teacher at Victor Primary School in the town."
Rommel thanked him and took the flowers and got into a car next to him. Off-road vehicle, the radio broadcast: "The Northern Air Force air raided the rebel camp in Chiapas in the early morning, killing more than 600 people, severely combating the arrogance of the rebels!"
"The Northern Governor's Office once again warned, put down Weapons, be dealt with lightly!"
Crack~
Rommel lit a cigarette for himself, and the guard who drove the car sighed, "In the name of Victor, let's go on a killing spree! , Hehe, those Indians may not have a good life.”
"If you ask me, we will push across, first defeat the state of Chihuahua, connect several states, and then move south together. In two years, no, within one year, we can liberate the entire Mexico. "The guard said with his eyes shining.
Rommel glanced at him, "What about after liberation?"
"General Victor ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor!"
Look, even the people below know Victor His ambition is so obvious to everyone.
It is said that the rats on the roadside are having a meeting, preparing to prepare a big gift for Victor when he wears the yellow robe.
Rommel frowned and said nothing.
Proclaim yourself emperor?
Really good?
The world does not need this kind of system.
However, no matter what Victor does, he will follow him. Who said that I was promoted by him?
A person must have a conscience.
Just as the off-road vehicle drove to the school gate, the phone in the back seat rang, and the guard frowned, "It seems that your courtship trip is a failure, sir."
< br>Rommel took the phone, answered it, listened to the words on the other end, and hurriedly responded: "Yes, I'll be back soon!"
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the flowers in his hand and hesitated. Then he got off the car. The security guard at the door was curious when he saw the unfamiliar military vehicle coming out. He saw a lieutenant colonel coming over and handing him the flowers.
? ? ? ?
I don't like men!
The security guard's expression froze and he looked at the other person. He looked quite handsome.
"Give me these flowers and a letter to Teacher Lucy Maureen, thank you."
After Rommel said that, he got in the car without any hesitation. The security guard was confused for a moment and stared at the off-road vehicle. He left and muttered, "Lucy Maureen?"
"Take a look, I'll deliver something." After saying this to his companion, he ran into the school. Of course he knows Teacher Lucy, a very cute new teacher who always smiles when he sees her.
He ran to the office in one breath, looked at no one, and then went to the classroom.
The other party was in class. The security guard knocked on the door. Everyone looked over, which made him blush. "Teacher Lucy, there is a person at the door who asked me to give this to you. By the way, he is a Officer."
Lucy Maureen's eyes lit up, "Where are the others?"
"Gone"
She felt disappointed, but she still said. Thanks.
"Teacher, is this given to you by your boyfriend?" A male classmate asked loudly below.
Lucy Maureen blushed, "No...no, just a friend."
"Can we see this letter?"
" Yes, this must be a love letter!”
“Teacher, teacher, let’s take a look.”
As soon as Lucy Maureen hesitated, a female classmate below stood up and grabbed her, smiling and said, "Teacher, let me read it."
She got along very well with her classmates. She has no airs, so many people are not afraid of her. She thought for a moment and nodded.
Seeing that the teacher agreed, the female student opened the letter, stood on the table, coughed, and signaled everyone to be quiet.
"Dear Lucy..."
At the beginning, the students below said "Wow", and everyone looked at Lucy Maureen.
"When you read this letter, I have joined the war to defend the dignity of the country and the nation, crawling in the trenches of Sinaloa. It is really a privilege to miss you next to the dilapidated streets of the front line. , Time is really like the clear water, flowing into the distance and never coming back..."
"As a soldier, I don't know when I will die, but even if I die in battle tomorrow, I will still love you."
“If I die, please don’t be sad for me. When the day we win, you go to the back mountain and stand on the top of the mountain. If the mountain wind blows towards you, then I will come to see you. ”
This sudden depression made everyone’s heart skip a beat.
“On every battlefield day and night, your affectionate eyes respond to my once pale youth. I will repay you with your most lovable smile and the tenderness that no storm can peel off. After the war is over, I will Build a small castle on the yellow earth, let the two of us cuddle up by the fire and listen to the sound of the cuckoo bird - Erwin Rommel on September 29, 1990."
The classroom is quiet.
Lucy Maureen covered her mouth and couldn't help crying.
A soldier seemed to appear in front of the students. He looked at the country in front of him, then at his lover behind him, and resolutely rushed to the battlefield.
The sky...
It seems to have become his reflection!
Hi!
Victor!
……
(End of this chapter)