Chapter 303 What? You asked me to kill Victor? ?
The John Edgar Hoover Building!
Senior Assistant Pearson had just arrived at work, and before the coffee was brewed, he was called to the office by his boss.
"Sir, you are looking for me." He pushed the door in and said when he saw Floyd I. Clark smoking.
The other party pointed to the chair in front of him and motioned for him to sit down. "This morning, the police station below sent a kidnapping case. The kidnapped persons were White House Secretary Miss Lobelia Garde and her best friend. The two were kidnapped. A man was kidnapped on the street in front of a bar yesterday.”
"This matter has now been handed over to us, and the White House attaches great importance to it."
Pearson nodded slightly, "Is it the Soviets?"
This was the first reaction.
The Americans and the Soviets have been fighting for decades, each calling the other "the beast!" in the news media.
The trapeze artist after the millennium has only been around for a long time, otherwise he would have been stained with some shit.
Unexpectedly, Floyd I. Clark shook his head instead, flipping through "The Ugly Frenchman" in front of him, "We have carried out a lot of work and visited many of her colleagues, and found that she had talked to her before leaving get off work. A person was on the phone, and according to her colleagues, there was a dispute. "
Pearson raised his eyebrows, and his long FBI career gave him a hint.
"Who."
"Victor Carlos Vieri!"
I am afraid that the air will suddenly become quiet.
"The White House believes that the offensive of the Northern Army in Mexico has harmed the interests of local American businessmen, and also..." Floyd I. Clark leaned forward, "it has also harmed the interests of the U.S. government."
"But Isn’t this anti-drug plan jointly proposed by the U.S. and Mexican governments? ”
“Drugs will not threaten the United States, but peaceful, competitive, and exciting neighbors will make the United States uneasy.”
Pierre. Xun knew that Victor... was being abandoned!
The reasons why they are abandoned are very complicated, but for Americans, if you are disobedient, you are not a good dog, or you are even useless, they are like a piece of tattered paper in the latrine and can only be used Come wipe your ass.
"Is the United States going to war with the Northern Army?"
Floyd I. Clark looked at him in surprise and laughed out loud, "Why do you think so? War is never a beautiful thing. Regarding the matter, the White House intends to send a delegation to Mexico to discuss the anti-drug measures with Victor. I plan to send you the FBI. "
Forcing the palace?
Pearson's first thought was that Victor wouldn't kill us all!
That's Mexico.
Just do it casually and bury all the people alive in the desert, tsk tsk tsk...
However, it should, maybe, probably, maybe not.
What is the difference between that and a declaration of war?
"Who is the leader?" Pearson asked.
"Donald Rumsfeld, appointed by the White House as Special Envoy Plenipotentiary."
Floyd I. Clark also smiled, "At least your safety is guaranteed. Can Victor still bury his girlfriend's grandfather alive? Don't worry."
Pearson's portrait After being exposed, he laughed and nodded, "What is my mission?"
"Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make fewer mistakes. Just stand still and listen."
Pearson nodded, and after chatting with Floyd I. Clark for a few words, he walked out of the office, closed the door, and opened the window to see the dark clouds gathering outside.
“It’s going to thunder.”
…
Juarez!
The drug dealers who originally planned to abandon the city and flee suddenly took a beating and expressed their determination to defend their homeland to the death!
Drive out destroyers and dictators like Victor.
“Victory belongs to the people of Juárez!”
I don’t know where I took the medicine.
But there must be someone behind it, otherwise, these drug dealers would have run away long ago.
But the first thing to do when defending the city is to mobilize the people.
The wolf-like drug dealers rushed into the slums in pickup trucks, armed with AK47s and wearing masks, jumped out of the car and broke into the house.
Drag the adult male and walk out!
The women following behind were crying and screaming, and some were kneeling on the ground and begging loudly for mercy.
"Resist the invasion with us! Resist the engulfment by the tyrants from the north, we must protect our homeland!" A strong man covered with tattoos covered his cheeks and used some French luxury goods. It looked like Quite rich.
But no matter how much he cheered from above, the people below did not react at all.
This made the little leader very angry. He jumped out of the car, pointed at a half-grown boy and said, "Are you going to resist the Northern Army?!"
That kid is a little bit Mu, the parents behind him quickly pressed his head down and helped him answer hastily, "Yes, yes!"
The leader's eyes flashed, and he hooked his fingers at the younger brother. The latter handed over the AK47 in his hand. He put the weapon into the child's hand, grabbed his shoulder, twisted him around, and pointed at his crying child. Very miserable parents, "beat them to death!"
"No, no..."
"Then I will beat you to death!" The leader took out his pistol and pointed it at the child's temple with his thumb. Press the safety button, "Kill them!!"
The child cried, "Mom, mom, I'm afraid..."
Bang!
One shot!
The drug dealer pulled the trigger inhumanely and blew out the opponent's temple with one shot.
His mother rushed over with a scream and was shot to death by the drug dealer next to her. Her body collapsed, but her eyes were looking straight at the child on the ground.
They...
Just want to live.
"All men will join the resistance, and women will be under unified management, gentlemen! If we find that you are not active in the resistance, I'm sorry, but your family members will all die!"
One Men of all ages were hauled into pickup trucks, and drug dealers were recruiting soldiers.
Come on!
The Northern Army got the bastards!
Grandpas are not afraid of you! !
At 11:31 a.m. on October 25, 1990, the commander of the 1st Marine Division, Sigmut List, and his deputies inspected the front line and delivered a speech.
Around 12:10.
20 RM70 122mm rocket launchers were mobilized from the rear to cooperate with more than 300 artillery pieces of the First Marine Division, and the bombardment began!
The Battle of Juarez has completely begun!
Drug dealers in the city slithered into concrete buildings during the artillery attack.
The artillery fire lasted for an hour, and the whole city was ablaze!
This is not over yet. After the artillery, there are air strikes. The air force attacks important facilities.
This is the characteristic of the Northern Army.
Extreme artillery attack!
If Victor had used US dollars, he wouldn’t be able to afford it, but the points...
Fortunately, I gained a lot on the battlefield and kept fighting to support the war, so I didn't completely prolapse. Otherwise, the frontline troops would have no artillery shells and would not be able to guarantee their firepower.
2pm.
A total of more than 20,000 men from the 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 9th Regiments belonging to the 1st Marine Division attacked Juarez on three sides according to the original plan.
War mode, fall into urban street fighting!
The vanguard consisting of 20 M1A1 main battle tanks and 30 M48 medium tanks broke through the broken city wall and rushed inside.
The drug dealers stationed at a church on the outskirts of the country fought back violently!
The M1A1 main battle tank's M-256 120mm tank gun blasted through with one shot, but the shell, which could penetrate dozens of millimeters, didn't even explode a corner!
The drug dealers were obviously well prepared and had a lot of reinforcements.
In a room on the second floor, a ZIS-3 anti-tank gun with slogans painted on it lies sideways, and the barrel also reads: Long live the great Juarez!
"Load! Load!"
"Aim at that tank! Fake Squid!" A black man wearing a helmet actually spoke fluent English.
On his chest is written: "IRA!"
Everyone familiar with history knows that this is the logo of the Irish Resistance Army.
Why are these anti-British troops here?
Earn extra money?
This thing...is listed as a terrorist organization in many countries.
“Let go!”
The black commander gave an order, the gunner pulled the rope, and a shell was loaded towards the side of the M1A1 main battle tank.
The warhead hit the protective net, bang...
There was a violent sound, and the flames reached a height of four to five meters. The body was fine, but the tank crew inside was not comfortable. Many people were It feels like all the internal organs have been displaced.
"Go around, go around!" the driver said loudly, holding his stomach.
But the infantry following him on the flank were not so lucky. High-explosive shells cut down more than a dozen Northern Army soldiers.
The medical soldier lying in the ruins of the wall rushed over and pressed his helmet to prevent him from running around.
Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug…
The machine guns on the fifth floor of the church began to roar, and the crossfire of bullets made no one dare to look up.
At this angle of the tank, there is no way to raise its head. You can't let the tank launch 360°.
The female medical soldier was shot in the neck, and the impact knocked her whole body to the ground. She opened her mouth, but as soon as she opened it, blood spurted out.
Stretched out his hand towards a Northern soldier hiding behind. Just as the latter was about to pull her, bullets flew over from nowhere and beat the medical soldiers into sieves.
He still had his eyes open before he died.
“Bazooka!”
A Northern Army second lieutenant rushed up with an RO-A 93mm cloud burst rocket launcher and aimed a round at the firepower point on the fifth floor!
Boom~~~
The flames of the explosion spurted out, and the drug dealer inside screamed and jumped down from the top, but he was unlucky and fell headfirst...his mind was blown!
Before the second lieutenant could get excited, a rocket exploded at his feet, and he flew up into the darkness.
"Charge! Charge! Charge!"
The captain and company commander roared, holding the M16, and stormed into the damn building. Soldiers poured in from the gate, and some jumped in from the window, holding short rifles to attack. Following the drug dealer inside, the Big Ben on the wall was smashed.
The portrait of Jesus is full of bullet holes. People who don’t know it think it’s Kangxi.
Crack, click, click!
The sound of a submachine gun being loaded with an empty magazine was chilling. Just as the soldier was about to change the magazine, a drug dealer rushed out from the side room...
In a panic, he pulled off the grenade and threw it at the drug dealer, who happened to shoot. The gunshot was accompanied by an explosion, and both of them fell down.
The drug dealer who jumped down from the second floor to rescue carried an M2 flamethrower and sprayed flames at the seven or eight Northern troops rushing upstairs.
咻～～
Although its actual "burning time" is only about 47 seconds, and the effective burning range of the flame is only about 50 meters, it is still a practical weapon. After all, a high temperature of more than 1000° is generated.
And there is no way to put it out.
The Northern Army soldiers screamed and rolled. After all, human will sometimes cannot overcome physical pain!
The drug dealer carrying the flamethrower did not go downstairs. He cunningly retreated from the second floor. The drug dealer behind him threw the tied grenade down.
Boom!
The load-bearing walls are shaking.
"Attack it! Attack it and reoccupy the first floor!!" The leader on the second floor shouted loudly and pushed the drug dealer next to him hard.
No matter how unhappy the latter was, he could only grit his teeth, roar and carry the gun down.
The leader is the inspection team, and they kill people on the battlefield.
The drug dealers charge back!
On the contrary, the Northern Army on the first floor was pushed out and the momentum was suppressed.
In a "specific" combat space like a building, many weapons cannot be used, such as rocket launchers, artillery, etc. What you need is skills, tactics and courage.
For example, in the famous "Pavlov Building", 25 Soviet soldiers resisted the German army for 58 days.
TMD.
One building has resisted longer than the whole of France.
But this also shows that the building attack mode is really a pain in the ass.
And these drug dealers are not ordinary military personnel at all, and their firepower is also very fierce.
The battalion commander who came after hearing the news asked loudly, "Where is Straven?"
"Company commander, he died." A sergeant lowered his head.
"Where is Prince?"
"The deputy company commander was also... killed in action."
The battalion commander opened his mouth, his chest was severely depressed, and he looked at the soldiers under his hands. The morale was visible to the naked eye. He grabbed the helmet and smashed it to the ground!
"Then I'll go!"
"The soldiers of the first regiment are not cowards, the Tijuana drug cartel did not block us, and the mighty Armando did not block us, and the Sinaloa riverside was even more blocked. Can we conquer our feet with just one building?”
The battalion commander shouted angrily and took the M3 submachine gun from the deputy battalion commander’s hand, “I will lead the charge once”
"If I die, the deputy battalion commander will take over. If the deputy battalion commander dies, the commander of Company A will take over!"
"Victor's soldiers are never cowards!" the battalion commander roared, leading the people Under the cover of tanks, they continued to charge towards the building.
The M3 submachine gun has good performance. It was developed in cooperation between General Motors and the U.S. military. Its main feature is that it is durable.
Just like a Buick.
The battalion commander charged forward, and dozens of Northern Army soldiers behind him continued to charge forward.
This is the characteristic of the current Northern Army. The officers and soldiers are united. If you dare not charge, no matter what battalion commander or regiment commander you are, you will all be shot!
From eating and drinking to respecting human rights, these soldiers are more effective.
Like Xiao Xiba, if you become a soldier and you have to be divided into different classes, sooner or later a ruthless person will come and give you a hard time.
Night.
The moon climbed into the sky, taking over the work of the sun, and still looked down from the sky at the fighting of the humans below!
The deafening sound of gunfire and screams are endless.
The 1st Marine Division command post across the river from El Paso in Juarez.
Sigmut List was looking for a fighter opportunity in front of the sand table. He frowned tightly and had dark bags under his eyes. It looked like he hadn't slept in a few days.
This Juarez is harder to chew than expected.
More than 30,000 people from four groups rushed in, but the drug dealers fought very tenaciously.
Just 7 hours.
There were more than 2,700 casualties, including more than 1,100 killed in action, including 7 battalion-level cadres and 2 regiment-level cadres. (The group level is not just the delegation leader.)
"Division Commander, Division Commander..."
The staff officer at the door hurried in, holding a telegram in his hand, "Reinforcements of drug dealers were found across the river from El Paso, and they have already opened fire."
The rivers in Mexico are very smooth. Drug traffickers in the south can just go to the sea if they want support.
However, the Northern Army's sponge strength was completely insufficient. At most, they were fighting with assault boats, making them very passive.
“The intelligence department also sent news that the drug trafficking structure in Juarez is relatively complex. In addition to its own drug trafficking organization, there are also the Irish Resistance Army, the Peruvian Tupac Abaru Movement Armed Forces, and Guatemalan civilians. movement, Honduran drug trafficking organizations, etc., plus some local people who have been threatened, the number is more than 100,000. ”
"Furthermore, intelligence in the city shows that the current leader of the resistance in Juarez is not Aguilar. There is evidence that he has been killed in an air strike. The current commander is a man named Dario Uzuga. Colombian.
""We haven't found out his details yet, but it is very likely that he is closely related to the North American drug cartel."
Sigmut List. He frowned and nodded slightly, "No matter who he is, Aguilar is dead. Now if someone else comes up, his result is doomed."
"Order the frontline troops to rest and recuperate according to the plan and maintain Alert."
"Yes, sir!"
Inside a house in Juarez.
Ye Jihuan had gauze tied on his head. He was quite unlucky. During the charge, he fell to the ground and was stabbed in the forehead by a sharp stone. He looked pitiful.
He took the dry food and gnawed it...
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and stood up suddenly. His whole body was as flexible as a leopard. He picked up the gun and squatted by the window. side.
Other comrades also stood up nervously, and he pressed his hands to signal not to be nervous.
Slowly...
He opened the door, and under the moonlight, he saw a figure peeing in the corner.
A cigarette hanging from his mouth.
The cigarette butt kept shining and then dimmed as I breathed.
Ye Jihuan squatted half-crouched, pointed at the cigarette butt, turned a little to the side, and then decisively pulled the trigger!
Bang!
Hearing a dull sound, the other party fell to the ground.
After he finished shooting, he quickly shrank up.
The next second, bullets are flying everywhere!
咻咻咻咻…
I don't know where I'm hitting.
As I said, don’t defecate anywhere on the battlefield.
You're smoking and peeing at the same time, and you don't even know you're carrying someone behind your back.
You don’t even know where someone is coming from.
War is very tiring. The two sides had a tacit understanding that they planned to rest and stand again the next day. Who knew that Ye Jihuan did not follow martial ethics.
But Ye Jihuan is bolder!
He called a soldier, "Where is the highest vantage point building around us?"
"Juarez Museum."
"Brothers, let's do something Votes!" Ye Jihuan's eyes were fierce, "Seize the high ground and greet the friendly forces."
The soldiers in his squad looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
"Squad leader, you have the final say!"
"Done!"
Ye Jihuan nodded, raised his hand, and looked at the moonlight, "It's 11:20 pm now. We'll rest for 2 hours. At 1:30 in the morning, we'll wait until they're stunned."
"You guys rest, I'll be on guard. Let's all have a good rest and get some food."
"Wait until it's time, and fuck it!"
Ye Jihuan charged and used his own advantages.
For example...
A little expert in night attacks.
…
(End of this chapter)