Chapter 304 "I don't know how far God is from America. I am very close to America, sir."
October 27, 1990!
The Juarez War lasted for more than 40 hours.
It’s like a huge meat grinder, squeezing, integrating, and dragging everyone out like waste.
Both sides invested a total of nearly 100,000 troops, and because of the special structure, the Northern Army could only slowly demolish the buildings!
After more than 40 hours, I didn’t make it to the city center!
When the battle report was submitted to Victor's desk, he saw the casualty index and had a toothache!
"Nearly half of the regiment was killed? More than 2,000 people were injured. What was on the head of Sigmut List, commander of the 1st Marine Division? A chamber pot?!"
Him He cursed dissatisfiedly, "I have a total of six regiments, and your casualties are almost one regiment."
“Here comes someone!”
"Get him out!"
Kennedy stood up bravely, "General, Juarez has an area of 188 square kilometers. The drug traffickers control the high points and the anti-aircraft firepower is also very strong. Our air force is unable to carry out effective strikes, and ground troops are involved in street fighting and building offensive and defensive battles, and casualties will inevitably increase. If Sigmut List is withdrawn at this time, it will seriously shake the morale of the front-line troops."
Victor frowned and held a cigarette in his mouth.
Dingling bell~
The phone on the table rang suddenly. Jason, the captain next to him, glanced at him, walked over and picked up the phone, his expression turned strange.
"General, the United States will send a delegation to talk to you and will arrive in Tijuana at 13:00 pm."
"What are the Americans here for? Do you want to eat shit?" Ludendorff stared at the side and spoke frankly. Here comes this sentence.
Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood on the side, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Crazy!
Ludendorff was a notorious hater of Americans in the Northern Army. He even wrote a report "On the Importance of U.S. Land and Industry to Mexico" in the college's internal newspaper, expressing his desire to move eastward. America, take their land and Mexico will become a real power.
People give him a nickname: Dreamer.
Victor glanced at him and instantly understood the Yankee's intention. He was planning to "guide" him!
Juarez is an important city on the US-Mexico border. Millions of Americans enter Mexico from here every year, and 70% of drugs enter the United States through here.
It is a very important border city.
Victor also admitted that he was "increasingly dishonest", and the United States must be getting more and more unhappy, hoping to give him a beating.
"Invite them to the front line in Juarez!"
"I think it's time to let them see the determination of the Mexicans in the anti-drug war!"
Victor squinted his eyes and said, staring. Kennedy, "Invite our "old gentleman" over, the drug dealers in Juarez need them!"
General Kennedy Heisenberg was startled, met the governor's eyes, and nodded heavily.
…
As soon as the American delegation arrived in Tijuana on a special plane, Casare, who came to greet them, told them that the general was waiting for them in Juarez.
The leader, Donald Rumsfeld, looked around and joked, "Our Governor of Mexico seems to be very military-minded."
The entourage next to him laughed.
Kensterberg, a senior CIA assistant, had an expressionless face, as if someone owed him money.
In fact, the CIA itself did not have a very good relationship with Donald Rumsfeld. During the Ford administration, the latter served as Secretary of Defense and reached out to the CIA more than once, hoping to establish an agency that would serve the interests of the "Pentagon" intelligence agencies.
The two sides are fighting for power, which is very lively.
The FBI's Pearson is standing behind. He knows how to pretend to be dead, so don't force yourself to come forward!
Casare also smiled, but his expression was a bit unnatural.
Dog R’s!
If this mouth doesn’t speak, people will die, right?
However, the boss is also under great pressure. The person leading the team is her "girlfriend's" grandfather.
The Northern Army arranged for five Mi-8 armed helicopters to transport them to Juarez.
Although Donald Rumsfeld is 60 years old, he is still in good health and can climb onto the plane in a matter of seconds.
Casare raised his head, watched the helicopter go away, and nodded three times on his chest, "Victor bless you."
"Mr. Special Envoy, I remember that Victor was talking to your granddaughter. Belsaria is in love?”
In the helicopter, CIA's Kensterberg suddenly spoke and came up to give Donald Rumsfeld eye drops.
Everyone else in the plane held their breath for a moment. FBI's Pearson looked at him in surprise. The CIA's hanging hair is really not afraid of death, and you are not afraid of the other party throwing you directly from the helicopter.
The old defense chief's expression suddenly became solemn when he heard this, and he put his hand on his glasses, "When did the CIA care so much about young people's love?"
"If you want to be a Gossip reporters, you can tell me and I will introduce you to the job.”
Kenstberg’s face turned dark immediately. He can’t talk like an old man?
But he didn't have the guts to lift the table for him. Donald Rumsfeld was very tough. He was a famous boxer when he was a flight instructor in the Navy. It was really not certain who would hit whom.
"Also, please be quiet, or I will beat you to death, you son of a bitch CIA!"
"Pfft..."
Next to me Pearson couldn't help laughing, and when Kensterberg glared at him, the former stared back, "You son of a bitch, CIA!" The entourage watched the excitement, and it was indeed wonderful.
Donald Rumsfeld squinted his eyes. Although he cursed the CIA, he was still a little unhappy that his granddaughter had found a Mexican boyfriend.
The family’s base is in the United States, and he also plans to let his granddaughter find a political family of the same party, such as the Bush family or the Koch family, which has long provided funds to them, or even the so-called Rockefellers.
Instead of a northern warlord chewing corn in Mexico!
Yes, in his opinion, Victor is just a savage who has not yet completed his evolution.
The opponent has one hundred thousand soldiers and horses. For the United States, it cannot even be said to be a dish on the table, and it has no appeal at all.
They are all old bastards, and they always think that Victor's intention of getting close to Belsaria is not very friendly.
You have to take advantage of this moment to hit him properly!
The "princess" of the Rumsfeld family is not something he can consider.
Buzz~
The roar of the propellers of the armed helicopter resounded throughout the valley.
After flying for nearly two hours, the U.S. special envoy arrived at the Juarez frontline command post.
The ground personnel below directed the armed helicopter to land. The old defense chief came down and looked around. He thought he had arrived at a US military base!
"All-American equipment? Are there orders from the U.S. arsenal and Mexico?" the accompanying official behind him shouted in a low voice.
Pearson was standing behind him, but he noticed something was wrong. Why was Juarez so quiet?
Have the Northern Army already defeated them?
Not likely.
His instinct told him that the Northern Army was holding back something big!
Victor, who put on his military uniform, walked up with a smile on his face, followed by military bosses.
This was the first time Donald Rumsfeld met Victor. His first impression was that he was very young, very, very young!
He himself is considered the youngest Secretary of Defense in American history, but he was 45 years old at that time...
"Victor is only 30 years old."
"There are still two months until he turns 30." The official next to him quickly replied.
30 years old...
At that time, I was still studying for a Bachelor of Arts at Princeton University.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Donald." Victor smiled and extended his hand.
Although the old defense chief didn't like the other person very much, he still showed basic courtesy and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
“On behalf of the U.S. government, I would like to have a conversation with you about the Mexican anti-drug issue and the loss of U.S. assets.”
Talk, don’t you know to make an appointment earlier?
Come here directly?
Typical failure to show good intentions!
Victor glanced at them, and when he saw Pearson, he nodded towards him.
"No problem, but when I knew you were coming, I specially prepared a ceremony for you to see."
After finishing speaking, I didn't wait for the other party to agree or disagree, and moved towards Kennedy glanced.
The latter nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie, "Let's get started."
The old defense chief frowned, not knowing what the other party was doing, but he felt vaguely uneasy.
In the desert of Chihuahua state near Sonora state, dust suddenly rose, and a convoy could be seen speeding towards them.
The leader in the front is a Humvee off-road vehicle, followed by armored vehicles and two six-wheeled 9P129 missile launch vehicles!
The stuff above is ready to come out.
The Soviet "Dot-Y" missile, NATO code name SS-21!
Short range short range missile!
After receiving the order, the convoy quickly stopped, the security forces spread outward, and the technicians began to take control.
The launch vehicle stage angle.
“Coordinates, 31°44′22″N106°29′13″W!”
“Get ready!”
The leader of the convoy is a lieutenant colonel, with a look in his eyes Revealing nervousness, "Launch!!"
Whoosh whoosh...
The butt of the missile started to ignite and push forward, making a deafening sound and taking off towards the coordinate point! !
Fly away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When the American officials at the Juarez command post were getting a little impatient, a dull sound suddenly came from above their heads.
Donald Rumsfeld looked up and saw a long trail in the sky...
missile? !
He opened his eyes suddenly, finally panicking, and looked at the accompanying officials behind him. CIA's Kensterberg had his mouth half open.
Also shocked!
Missiles are not shocking, but when did Mexico have missiles?
The Soviet Union?
Europe?
It can’t be developed by Mexico itself, what a joke!
The United States will not be shocked if Silly Damu has missiles, but Mexico...
The CIA and FBI are all panicked!
It’s so close to the United States. It’s crazy.
The missile accurately hit an oil depot in the city, and the high-explosive bomb it carried detonated the target with a bang.
The few tons of oil stored in the oil depot turned into combustion aids, destroying all buildings covering an area of nearly 20,000 square meters!
Equivalent to two and a half football fields.
Ye Jihuan, who was on the second floor of the Juarez Museum, had his mouth half open and a look of shock on his face!
Gurgled.
Swallowed.
He led his team members to raid the Juarez Museum at night and killed the drug dealers inside. He was about to call for reinforcements when a message suddenly came from above, asking him to stay put.
Anyone stop attacking.
Even shrinking outward.
Unexpected…
Here comes such a big one!
With the intensity of the explosion, the middle area was completely cleared! He looked at the rising mushroom cloud, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
As for the American officials who are witnessing all this, look at me and I look at you.
Use missiles to fight drug dealers…
This is simply the first time in human history!
"Gentlemen, San Diego is only 19 kilometers away from Tijuana." Victor turned his head and looked at the Americans, and suddenly said this.
The well-informed Donald Rumsfeld could not help but look ugly at this moment.
“Is this a provocation and a warning?”
The American officials behind him looked nervously, and similarly, the faces of Kennedy and others behind Victor were equally tense.
Ludendorff even... had begun to roll up his sleeves.
He wants to fight ten!
Victor's expression was calm, but his tone was crazy, "I just want to tell the outside world that I will never take a step back in fighting drug crimes. If anyone breaks the bottom line, then start a war!"
“Before I die, I have to bring someone to bury me with me!”
Fake Squid! !
Donald Rumsfeld has seen many talkative people in the country. Some of them are mentally ill and he has seen a lot of paranoia, but he has never seen someone like Victor "threatening" in front of everyone.
"I don’t know how far God is from the United States. I am very close to the United States, sir."
19 kilometers, what a fart, Americans can open their mouths and add more at night A meal.
The two groups of people glared at each other.
Pearson was afraid that Donald Rumsfeld would be angry to death.
That would be really nice.
"I hope the decision you made today is correct, Mr. Governor." After the old defense minister said this, he left without looking back.
Tea?
What kind of tea should you drink?
I am so angry.
When Victor saw that the other party was about to leave, he politely asked the helicopter formation to take them back.
"General, this is equivalent to breaking up with the Americans, then..." Kennedy said next to him.
"Is it torn? That's not necessarily true. The role of the military is to increase my right to speak. Even if the Pentagon is unhappy, the most it can do is let the CIA cause trouble for me. Does it dare to start a war?"
They cannot bear the price of large-scale military operations.
Victor smiled.
"Politicians are very thick-skinned. They care about their own gains and losses, not the country's face."
…
The American delegation looked very dark.
Hmm...
Come in the afternoon and arrive in the United States again around five o'clock in the evening, so you can have dinner in time.
Donald Rumsfeld went to see Bush Sr., called his staff, and they chatted in the office for several hours.
No one knew what they were talking about.
But the next day, the spokesperson announced that arms assistance to Mexico would be suspended.
And, we will negotiate with the US interests in Mexico.
But I agree with the Mexican Northern Army’s contribution to the anti-drug cause.
But privately, the CIA received orders from the White House.
Include Victor in the "Red Files" to destroy the Northern Army's path to liberation.
There are several very familiar names in this red list.
FidelCastro, Saddam, Gaddafi, and Khamenei!
These are all famous anti-American fighters!
Victor is on this list, mainly because Mexico’s geography is so “good” that Americans are afraid of it.
The White House did not give any further instructions, but the CIA, which had long had a grudge against Victor, suddenly became interested.
"CIA is planning to assassinate Victor?!" Senior Assistant Pearson said in shock.
FBI Director Floyd I. Clark crossed his arms, "Our informants in the CIA said so, Victor is asking for his own death!"
"The generals around Victor said so. How was the bribe? ”
Pearson shook his head, "Not optimistic. Those generals seem to worship Victor very much. It's like... becoming God!"
"God is also betrayed sometimes, but there are not enough chips. To increase the stakes, we must also have our own informants in Mexico."
Pearson sighed inwardly, even if he sympathized with Victor now, it would not work anymore.
Dead.
It’s hopeless…
Victor's missiles deeply stimulated them.
No matter how good your relationship was before, when I want to kill you, even if you are dear, you will become a stinking piece of shit.
A war on the surface is impossible, but if the CIA makes some small moves, it would be best to remove Victor from power.
A huge storm is brewing against Victor.
…
The Northern Army launched 17 high-explosive missiles towards Juarez!
Damn it...
Fuck you!
If you want to fight in the street with me, I will play with you in the ruins!
The big deal is reconstruction!
On October 28, 1990, the 1st Marine Division reentered the battle.
But there was still sporadic resistance.
After all, no matter how awesome the missile is, it is impossible to directly flatten more than 180 square kilometers of Juarez. At most, it will eliminate some high-rise buildings and important value targets.
But...
The fighting spirit of the drug dealers collapsed immediately.
Blast with missiles!
Who can bear it?
Fuck XMMD!
Victor, do you have a lot of money? Are missiles free of charge?
Ye Jihuan and his comrades were walking on the ruins, looking around vigilantly, when they suddenly heard a movement.
He turned around suddenly and fired three shots at the blown-out hole.
“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot!” There was a cry from inside, with local slang, but Ye Jihuan couldn’t understand some of it and was confused. He asked a comrade wearing glasses next to him. , "What did he say?"
"He said he was a civilian."
"Let him come out."
The comrades chattered a lot in the language of birds, I saw him crawling out of the hole, his face covered with dust and sadness.
He was holding a... child in his arms.
"Please, save her, save her." The man knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting loudly.
Ye Jihuan frowned and winked at a comrade. The other person walked over, touched the child's eyelids and breathing, and then shook his head at him.
Dead.
"A civilian was found here, please come up and take him away from the reserve team." Ye Jihuan pressed the headset.
"Copy that."
"Ah!!" The man also understood that his child was dead, and he cried heartbreakingly. A grown man was lying on the ground.
It makes those who hear it sad and those who listen to it cry.
As soon as Ye Jihuan put down the muzzle of the gun, he suddenly saw the man throwing his closest comrade to the ground and tearing his face hard.
"Murderers! You murderers! Give me back my child, give me back my child!!" He cursed loudly with red eyes.
"Let go! Let go!" Several soldiers rushed to pull him, but the man was so crazy that two or three of them couldn't hold him back.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Ye Jihuan looked over suddenly and saw a hole in the man's forehead. He opened his eyes and fell back.
Falled heavily to the ground.
The superior soldier who fired the shot was a little at a loss when faced with the looks of his comrades.
Ye Jihuan was silent for a moment and then said, "Let's go."
He didn't blame his comrades, who could he blame?
Can you blame Victor?
The war he started?
But without the anti-drug war, Mexico will never have a future, and Mexicans will never have hope!
But a war was launched...
A missile killed drug dealers, but it also hurt civilians.
The only thing to blame is that he lives in this fucking place.
War never tells anyone to go away.
It will only greedily devour any life, and there will be no eggs left in the ruins of the living beings.
Maybe...
For many people who beg for stability, Victor's Northern Army is also a scourge of peace.
As long as the drug dealers are here, at least they are still alive.
The sky is blue, and beside a bombed-out house, a small hand stretches out from the ruins.
She held up a paper crane.
The world under the black and white reflection, this touch of color, carries the ultimate despair.
The world is good.
The next life will not come.
……
(End of this chapter)