Chapter 296: Anti-drug cause in modern war!
Admiral Norman Schwarzkopf was originally discussing the next combat plan with his staff.
As soon as I heard that there was a fight in the cafeteria, I felt bad, so I hurried over with others.
If this is not handled well, it will greatly affect the prestige of the boss, but if it is handled too strictly, the younger brothers who are already fishing in troubled waters will definitely be more miserable.
Norman Schwarzkopf himself is very angry. His body weight in China is 200 pounds, but now he has soared to 230 pounds!
"Who the hell arranged Spain and Mexico to eat in the same canteen?" He was furious at the staff officer next to him.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Didn’t you say that everything is under your control?
Norman Schwarzkopf ran towards the cafeteria with a gloomy face. When he saw the scene inside, he took a deep breath and was about to shout angrily.
Phew~
A plate flew from nowhere and hit him directly on the head.
"Fake Squid!"
Admiral Norman Schwarzkopf covered his head and cursed loudly, getting angry, "Move troops over and suppress them!"
A group of U.S. soldiers armed with weapons pulled up to the entrance of the canteen.
He touched the big bag on his forehead, and the more he looked inside, the angrier he became. He took out his gun and fired three shots into the sky. Then the man inside finally slowly stopped.
John Basilone's hair was still stuck to the iron bench.
Obviously...
This guy just went for someone's head. Looking at the Spaniard opposite who was beaten into a pig's head, he bared his teeth and saw that his front teeth were broken, and he spat blood to the side. of thick phlegm.
He raised his middle finger towards a Spanish captain with a look of disdain and cursed in his mouth.
When the other party saw his mouth shape, his face turned green.
Both parties spoke Spanish, and some of the greetings made us feel dirty!
"Battal Commander, Battalion Commander..." Just as both sides were staring at each other, the Spanish commander fell to the ground unconscious.
My face is covered in blood!
The nose is even collapsed...
It looks very miserable.
General Norman Schwarzkopf gritted his teeth, "Send the injured to the military doctor, the others..."
The staff officer behind him pulled his clothes, and he took a deep breath, "Go back to your camp!"
He couldn't just shoot the person, and go back with a dark face to discuss how to punish him!
"However, the Mexicans are really capable of fighting. Almost all the people lying on the ground are Spaniards." A hanging major said with a smile.
Admiral Norman Schwarzkopf glanced at him.
Can’t we say this later?
If you say in front of the Spaniards that they can't fight, aren't you saying in front of the third brother that the third sister-in-law is being turned around?
You are telling the truth, but the truth is always so harsh.
“Energy young men are more suitable to be the vanguard.”
This sentence was written down by General Norman Schwarzkopf, frowning and saying nothing, but Apparently he had other ideas in mind.
In the cafeteria.
Rommel bent down and picked up the gloves from the ground, knocked them on the table, knocked off the dust on them, and stuffed them into his pocket, "Let's go."
The Spaniards looked at it with hatred. He, but the one who was beaten could only stare.
The Mexican Revolutionary War spread rapidly in the canteen of Arifjan Base.
Gossip is everywhere in the Allied forces.
At this time, there were no strong artillery vehicles, and the mental pressure was already great. Now when I heard that someone was starting to fight, the charge brought out the spirit of the melon-eating masses.
Rommel and others achieved "famousness" in one fell swoop.
The Allied Operations Command quickly issued penalties against Spain and Mexico.
Report this incident to the respective government agencies and ask them to supervise rectification. If such an incident occurs again, severe punishment will be imposed!
The Mexican army was sent to the front line of the Tafra Outpost and will cooperate with the 4th US Marine Division to confront Iraq's most elite 3rd "Saladin" Armored Division, and Spain...
< br>Go and work as logistics support, dig trenches, and work as coolies.
It seems...
It’s not good to be too good at fighting.
When this matter reached Victor’s ears, he was taking command in the temporarily converted town government office!
He just asked calmly, "Did you win?"
After receiving a positive answer, he nodded with satisfaction and planted the flag in his hand on the sand table.
Just win.
If you lose, then you have to ask Rommel how he led the troops!
This is a matter of face.
Millions of Allied troops are watching. If they lose the battle, where will Victor put his old face?
"Sir, General Kennedy and the others are here." Jason Bourne opened the door and said, followed by a group of people, led by the current military representative: Kennedy Heisenberg.
He had an anxious look on his face. When he saw Victor, he couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead, with a bit of complaint in his tone, "Sir, how could you come to such a front line? It's too dangerous!"
He originally wanted to put his headquarters in Sonora state, but he received a call saying that the governor was on the front line, and Tepic town was less than 13 kilometers away from Jalisco state. You shit, if the wind It's so big that it can blow into each other's mouth.
Any modern artillery can hit this distance.
Kennedy was so frightened that he brought his guards and staff over overnight.
"Danger? My soldiers are here, what's the danger?" Victor said with a smile, his eyes swept over the group of people following Kennedy, and saw an acquaintance, "Horatio Herbert ·Colonel Kitchener, are you right?”
Kitchener, who was half a body behind Kennedy, looked solemn, "Unless the drug dealer steps over my body."
Victor laughed twice and patted his shoulder, "I'm just sitting here. Here, tell my gentlemen, I am with you. If we lose this war, we will sacrifice together for our motherland. If we win, we will cheer together."
"However, I. I still hope, please bring me victory, gentlemen."
Kitchener clenched his fists and suppressed the excitement in his heart, "It will be as you wish."
Victor nodded, "I order now!"
Snap!
Everyone stood at attention, standing straight, looking at their "head of state" with reverence. Why did Victor dare to cause such chaos in the country?
You even dare to clamor against religion?
Because the 100,000 soldiers in his hands are different from other countries. In northern Mexico, these are like his private armies only in the name of the country.
"Established Provisional First Army Group, appointed Kennedy as commander, Horatio Herbert Kitchener as chief of staff, Erich Ludendorff as deputy chief of staff, First Army Regiment The regiment commander, Sigmut List, is temporarily the commander of the 1st Ground War Division, in charge of the 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th and 9th regiments."
"Erich Falkenhayn is the commander of the 2nd Regiment. The 2nd Marine Division is in charge of the 2nd, 4th, 6th, 8th, 11th Regiments and an artillery battalion!"
"The commander of the 10th Regiment, Alexeyevich Brusilov, serves as the commander of the 3rd Army Division, commanding the 10th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th and 16th divisions, totaling 30,000 people."
"Appoint Joseph Joffre as the head of the bodyguard of the headquarters and take charge of the guard camp."
"Yes, general!"
A group of soldiers felt that their whole bodies were boiling.
If this organization remains unchanged after the war, then they will all be promoted.
A division has at least 20,000 people, NMD, which looks scary.
"I'm just sitting here, watching you guys!"
Victor pointed to a small bench in the headquarters and said solemnly, "Next, it's your performance, let's Let the world see what you are capable of.”
…
October 18, 1990!
"The Northern Recapture Plan is launched!"
At about 1 a.m., aviation forces took off from Sonora Airport and Sinaloa Airport to conduct air strikes on ground targets in Durango and Chihuahua states. !
Phew~! ! !
500 pound bombs fell from the sky.
Ciudad Juarez, the capital of Chihuahua state in the northeast, suffered an air attack!
Many people in the American city of El Paso across the Rio Grande were awakened by the explosion and ran to their balconies wearing big pants.
"OMG! God!" A strong man with chest hair covered his mouth and exclaimed. He was wearing shorts and white socks and a short beard. The bright lights and explosions that shot up into the sky shocked him. A little scared, she immediately threw herself into the arms of a man next to her. People nearby also thought it was an earthquake and ran down with their mouths open, not paying attention to the two "0"s.
“That’s...Juarez, Mexico? Could it be that the oil pipeline exploded?”
"No, that's an air strike, it's a bomb." A man frowned and said, "And the yield is quite a lot. The only ones who can launch large-scale air strikes are the Northern Army, and they are starting again!"
This man He was quite knowledgeable and quickly deduced who the two parties were.
Hearing his words, there was a skinny guy with a stench all over his body. He was wearing a pair of big pants with a Donald Duck tattooed on the back. He held his head in pain and asked, "Are those drugs from Juarez?" The line is going to be cut off too?”
“Damn it! Damn it, Victor, what kind of drugs are you banning? You bastard, you don’t care whether others live or die!” He yelled, but he cursed twice! After finishing the sentence, he gasped hard.
He ran home with a black face. Just when the neighbor thought he was tired of scolding, he saw him rushing out of the house with a shotgun and a cigarette hanging from his mouth, "I want to go over and fight Victor! Defend my drugs.”
This is Texas, not Florida!
Why are there such nagging people?
The neighbors watched the addict leave, not worried at all. Can this guy walk past? He doesn't have the perseverance. What they are worried about is...
"Mexicans won't throw bombs across the river, right?"
"Ha, haha, how is that possible? This is the territory of the United States. Mexicans don’t have the guts.” Someone forced a smile to comfort everyone.
"If the plane misses a little, we have to go see God. Forget it, I don't dare to gamble. I have never won in a casino in my life. I have to stay at my ex-girlfriend's house in the next city first. Her mother is very beautiful. ”
“Let’s go, we can’t stay in El Paso”
Nearly one-third of the city’s population began to drive out, and Texas. The Texas National Guard quickly called the other side to complain that the bombing would affect the other side of the Rio Grande.
But the phone couldn’t be reached at all.
Juarez has a population of over one million.
Drug dealers like to live in big cities like this because there are many targets and it is easy to cause damage. If a few civilians are killed, the government will be criticized.
But who knows, Victor directly bombed!
The twenty- to thirty-meter-high building was turned into "tofu dregs" by the bomb, and many people below who could not dodge were crushed underneath.
The whole city...
There were screams and howls of terror everywhere.
Originally, the staff's plan was to drop incendiary bombs, but Kennedy rejected it. How many people would die?
In the underground air raid shelter.
The eldest son of Juarez, Aguilar, gritted his teeth and held his child in his arms. Sitting next to him were his seven wives, the youngest of which was only 18 years old but already pregnant.
It turns out that no matter how rich men are, they like young ones.
Aguilar was wearing pajamas. He took his family into an underground bomb shelter after the Northern Army began bombing.
"Is Victor going to blow up all these million people in Juarez? Damn it, he is a bastard, bastard, bastard!!!" A roar sounded in the suppressed air-raid shelter.
"Lacie, sit down! Shut your mouth, you don't need to express any opinions now." Aguilar scolded his son with a dark face.
The kid still wanted to speak, but his mother pulled him down and covered his mouth.
"Stop...no more shaking."
Aguilar looked at his watch and saw that the Northern Army had been bombing for nearly two hours. He used a weapon on a confidant. With a look, the latter hesitated for a moment, but still climbed up obediently, looked left and right, and lay down at the opening, "Boss, the plane has left."
He climbed up the ladder tremblingly, with a confused look on his face...
Where is my house?
Every fucking thing is gone? !
"The plane is coming! The plane is coming again!" Before Aguilar could say anything, a heartbreaking roar sounded in the distance, and then the late siren finally sounded. , he raised his head in horror and saw a plane swooping down from the clouds that day.
"Quick! Go back!" He screamed in a high voice and wanted to climb down from the air raid shelter, but his beloved mistress was climbing up behind him and did not react at all when he heard the air raid siren.
Aguilar gritted his teeth and kicked her on the head. The other party screamed, Peng! After falling into the air-raid shelter, his head fell straight down and broke into two halves.
Blood splattered on the faces of others around them.
When have these ladies seen this scene before?
Aguilar is a "gentleman" in the drug industry. He believes that he is highly educated and completely different from others. Therefore, even if he kills someone, he keeps a low profile and will not let his family see it.
But when his life is in danger, this guy will completely tear off the mask of hypocrisy.
He wanted to run into the air-raid shelter, but the plane in the sky opened its belly and a bomb fell from the sky.
Boom!
The huge shock wave immediately covered Aguilar, "blowing" him out like a rag, and crashed into the ruins. An exposed steel bar came directly from his mouth. Inserted.
The whole person...
Just stared, the body was lying in a strange posture, and blood could be seen dripping from the steel bar coming out of the back of the head.
Juarez drug cartel leader Aguilar was killed in an airstrike!
“In five hours, a total of 412 sorties took off, bombing 6 key cities including Juarez, Gran Casas, and Durango...” Horatio Herbert Kitchener Use a stick to light several cities on the sand table.
"Where is the First Division?" Kennedy asked with his hands behind his back.
“In Madeira, there is an advance along the Sierra Madre Occidental region towards Juarez!” Deputy Chief of Staff Ludendorff said, “But according to intelligence, two members of the former Sinaloa drug cartel The armed men nicknamed the "God's Regiment" were resting and recruiting troops. Their number has exceeded 10,000. "
"Eat them!" Kennedy clicked his finger on the edge of the sand table twice, "Request the First Division. Take Juarez before November 3 and cooperate with the 2nd and 3rd Divisions to counterattack Durango State! ”
The plan of the General Staff is to eat up the states on both sides first, with the Second and Third Divisions stationed in the south to prevent the drug traffickers below from taking advantage of the fire. After Chihuahua State is defeated by the First Division, the three divisions will then Let’s storm Durango together.
What if the Jalisco bastards dare to fish in troubled waters?
The 25,000 people in the third division will go in directly and turn you upside down.
The staff behind them summarized the orders and conveyed them as soon as possible.
Frontline – Sierra Madre Occidental region!
Two M48 medium tanks are galloping on the endless open space. They belong to the 3rd Cavalry Company of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Division. This company is equipped with 6 M48 medium tanks. Although it is old, it is cheap!
Victor only needs less than 200,000 points to redeem.
His nearly 2 billion points have already bottomed out a long time ago. You have to arm a 60,000-strong recruit army with large weapons. It’s not enough at all, otherwise you won’t be able to use the M48 medium. Things like tanks.
This is a product of 1950.
The Gambia may not even like it.
But it's enough to deal with the drug dealers.
With no points in his heart, Victor was panicking. If there was a world war tomorrow, he would not have time to change his clothes. If that didn't work, he would have to ask the drug dealers to borrow some.
This is also one of the reasons why he launched the "Northern Recovery Plan".
Two M48 medium tanks are chasing a group of drug dealers, about 20 people.
"Stop chasing! The situation is not right, retreat quickly." The commander of a tank with the word "Z" written on it felt that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly contacted his teammates to leave.
But before I finished saying this...
I heard a loud bang!
He hurriedly looked to the side and saw that the tracks of another tank had been broken.
“We hit a landmine!!” The desperate voice of a comrade came from the headset.
This tank has no tracks, just like a car without tires. It cannot move at all. It is a living target. Sure enough, the next second, the drug dealer who had run away came back and killed him!
Bullets are flying!
Who knows where they are fighting?
"Lieutenant Dmitry Lavnenko, retreat quickly, I will cover you!" The opponent's commander was very decisive, and his tone was full of heroism!
"Fire M416 yellow phosphorus smoke grenades for cover. Get on our tanks, quickly! Move quickly." Lieutenant Dmitry Lavnenko gave the order to his artilleryman.
Stop smoking directly!
All elementary school students know, throw the cigarette as hard as you can!
Make those drug dealers blind.
When the comrades who were about to die heroically saw this, they opened the car door and bent down to get in. Of course it would be best if they didn't sacrifice themselves.
Lieutenant Dmitry Lavnenko directed the vehicle to leave the battlefield, and his tense face relaxed after running for a long distance.
Almost…
Just let your comrades appear on the news.
Fortunately, I almost became the object of my study.
……
(End of this chapter)