Chapter 310 Well done, I will make you the number one Baturu in Mexico? !
Major General Sphyntos Pres frowned and suppressed his anger, "Are you provoking me?"
The Americans around him also looked unkind.
Erich Manstein squinted his eyes, looked at him up and down, suddenly took out his gun, pointed at Sphyntos Preis's head in the horrified eyes of the other party, and pressed his thumb Put on the insurance, "Major General, sir, what do you think?"
The air suddenly became quiet...
"I... I think we should be sensible. There is no need to make it so tense." Major General Sphyntos Pres glanced at the entourage beside him.
NMD…
Standing further away than anyone else, for fear of being implicated.
He could only save himself and sneered.
“We Mexicans cannot compare with Americans. We are rude and illiterate... But whoever makes us unhappy, I will make him unhappy first, General Sphyntos Pres, You don’t want your wife to be a widow at home.”
Rommel reached out and pressed Manstein's hand, and said softly, "Don't scare him, General, do you have any orders when you come to us?"
If you have a bad temper, you may risk your life. of!
Victor's soldiers have no quality at all. Major General Sphyntos Pres cursed in his heart, but now the back of his head is still numb.
Actually, he is here to cause trouble!
The United States demands that the Northern Army be "kindly treated" and not cause "internal" problems due to U.S.-Mexico relations.
The Pentagon is not all idiots. Some people believe that during the war in Iraq, force cannot be used against the Mexican army because it will easily affect the protests of other alliances.
The overall situation is the most important thing!
However, the United States has been rich in idiots since ancient times. MacArthur, the famous "Escape Dog General" during World War II, was evaluated by his opponents: he could only be a company commander or even a machine gunner.
On the battlefield in the Philippines, he turned around and ran away with his mistress and staff, and he was still a famous general in World War II?
Name you Male Desert!
Major General Sphyntos Price, who also graduated from West Point Military Academy, is also a representative of arrogance and arrogance.
Having learned nothing, he learned to put on airs. He naively thought that if he could disarm the opponent, he would be able to gain a reputation in the Pentagon.
What is this called?
Charge into battle and act as a dog leg.
But Sphyntos Pres never imagined that Mexicans could be so tough!
After all, he is also the frontline commander of the Allied Forces. Who knew he would be so disrespectful?
"No...it's okay, I just came to see if you need anything." He laughed sarcastically, "You can tell me if you need anything."
Rommel and his two " "The Protector" looked at each other, he turned his head and said maliciously, "There is indeed one thing."
Major General Sphyntos Pres was so hairy all over his body and itchy his buttocks. "What?"
"General, please command the overall situation from here! The command post should be set here."
The American glared, "You want to put me under house arrest?"
"I just hope you can see the enthusiasm of the Mexicans."
Rommel bared his front teeth.
There is no reason not to accept the "head" that is delivered to your door.
As long as Major General Sphyntos Pres sits here, the expeditionary force does not have to worry about danger.
Rommel also smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "General, if you want to drink Pepsi, Keke is better."
"I recommend Pepsi, Keke is heresy."
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The "imprisonment" of the commander of the US forward position immediately reached the ears of General Norman Schwarzkopf, the commander-in-chief at the rear.
He quickly reported it, and in his proposal to the Pentagon, he hoped to "annihilate" the rebels!
Before, he was called Sweetie, but now he is called "Rebel", and he is indeed a Yankee.
This mouth is as fickle as eating shit.
When the Pentagon received his report, Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney just took off his glasses, held down the document with an ashtray, and rubbed his temples.
Peng!
But just when he wanted to calm down, the door was "rudely" knocked open from the outside. He raised his head and saw the US Army Chief of Staff, General Carl Warno, rushing in menacingly. Behind him was his secretary, who was a little at a loss and wanted to stop him, but was pushed aside by the other party.
"Richard Bruce Cheney!" He slapped his hand on the table and stared at him. "The Mexican soldiers in Kuwait have rebelled. Why not give an order to destroy them?"
Simple-minded bastards …
Richard Bruce Cheney’s first thought was this, and it was a bit sad. Why are there all these “personality-filled” idiots in the U.S. military?
As for why General Carl Warno was able to take over.
He is Bush's cousin-in-law.
And his other cousin-in-law is the ambassador to the Czech Republic.
When it comes to nepotism, the Bush family is top notch.
Defense Minister Richard waved his hand towards the secretary and motioned for him to go out. The latter nodded and closed the door when he went out, but he lay on it and eavesdropped. When he saw someone coming outside, he pretended He left with a pretentious smile.
There is disagreement within the US military!
This is very, very important information.
Richard Bruce Cheney looked at the angry General Carl Warnow and said calmly, "Have you ever thought about Victor's revenge?"
"You eliminate him today, He can send missiles to Wall Street tomorrow!"
"Those guys lie down every day! The blood-sucking capitalists in the United States will rush into the Pentagon and tear you and me apart!"
Admiral Carl Warno frowned and pointed at him, "He has the courage..."
“Don’t point at me, you bastard!”
Suddenly, Richard Bruce Cheney stood up and pushed the other person's finger away, opening his eyes, "Is this how you are educated and how your parents educated you?"
"What did I say to you? They all think I’m exaggerating, so why do you want me to be the defense minister? I’ve had enough, fuck XXMMM, I’m going to resign now, you can be a dog in this position.”
He pushed away and was scolded. The stunned Army Chief of Staff kicked over his chair and left the office with a dark face.
He finally figured it out. He had not been in the position of Secretary of Defense in the Pentagon for a long time. Someone would always take the blame for the failure. He was not a relative of Bush, so he would always be pushed out.
Rather than being disliked by others, it is better to get out of here.
Looking at Richard who was "driven crazy", General Carl Warnow opened his mouth, and finally said angrily, "Can't the United States still find a defense minister?!"
1990 November 15th.
The Pentagon announced that Richard Bruce Cheney will step down as Secretary of Defense due to medical reasons and will be replaced by Army Chief of Staff General Carl Warnow.
At the same time, a negotiating team led by Donald Rumsfeld arrived at Tijuana International Airport.
The Northern Army honor guard lined up to welcome.
There was also a red carpet laid out on the ground.
All the senior officials of the Northern Army came to greet them.
The battlefield is the bargaining chip for negotiation, and diplomacy is the result of negotiation.
Victor was dressed in a neat military uniform with a medal on it.
"He is like a peacock competing for beauty." A US military entourage standing behind Rumsfeld muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Shut up!"
The old defense chief scolded, "If you want to be dragged out and beaten to death by him here, just say it, but don't implicate us." The scolded entourage said lowly He kept his head down and didn't dare to say anything.
Stepping off the plane, Donald Rumsfeld walked off the plane expressionlessly and politely stretched out his hand to shake it with Victor.
The reporter next to me started taking pictures.
"Welcome, Mr. Rumsfeld." Victor said with a smile, stepped aside slightly and made a gesture of invitation, allowing him to review the guard of honor.
The old man took a deep breath and walked along the red carpet according to etiquette. He wanted to take a quick look at it, but as soon as he walked over, he saw the leading captain saluting, "Long live Victor!"
There were hundreds of people standing in the honor guard, shouting in unison.
The accompanying American officials had very ugly faces. This kind of show of authority is rare in all countries. After all, basic face must be given.
Although Rumsfeld's face was calm, his eyes were almost on fire. After the two legs walked stiffly, the scalp behind his forehead was itching.
A group of people got into the car and headed towards the Governor's Palace.
Everywhere on the road, people holding Mexican flags and busts of Victor could be seen cheering for the convoy, and some were burning American flags!
"Anti-American sentiment is brewing in Mexico." Rumsfeld looked at the scene outside with a solemn mood and said to the secretary beside him, "Either completely eliminate the Victor government, or completely stop fighting with us. He acted against me, and my instinct told me that we were the ones who suffered.”
The secretary looked at him in shock.
Rumsfeld is a well-known hawk. People like him say such "cowardly" things. Obviously, he really thinks so in his heart.
"Our elites are not prepared to fight hand-to-hand with barbarians in North America."
The convoy drove into the city, and the crowd became even more agitated.
On rooftops, on big trees, and even on telephone poles, people could be seen holding photos of Victor and cheering, and the police had to be used to disperse the people.
After driving for more than half an hour, the convoy arrived at the Governor's Palace.
As soon as I got off the bus, people outside shouted.
"Murderer! America is a murderer!"
Rumsfeld looked indifferent and walked in side by side with Victor.
There were no reporters inside, and the two sides held private conversations.
As soon as he closed the door, Rumsfeld looked around, frowned, and said directly, "Your performance really exceeded everyone's expectations, but, Victor, American soldier Not just 200 people."
Victor smiled and moved the ashtray on the table. "How many people are you planning to send to die? Or ten thousand? Maybe you? That's right, but I guarantee that by the time you gather your army, your Washington will be in ruins."
"I swear in the name of Victor!"
Looking at the other party's expression, Rumsfeld could feel that what the other party said was true, and he really dared to do this.
The two sides were at war with each other, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.
"Don't talk so much nonsense. I know what you want. There is no problem with US military prisoners and corpses. I can give them to you, but you only need to agree to the following terms." Victor nodded towards Kennedy, who Take the prepared documents and hand them over.
Rumsfeld and others spread out, and Victor's voice came out.
"First, admit this is an invasion and pay 3.5 billion US dollars in compensation!"
"Impossible!" Rumsfeld did not speak, but a colonel behind him spoke directly, angrily, "Compensation ? The Americans have never paid reparations in World War I, not in World War II, not in the face of the Soviet Union! ”
“Oh? Didn’t the Kennedy government pay reparations to Mexico? They have paid 62 million pesos for medicines and baby food. What are you still pretending to be? If you don’t agree, then start a war and chop up the body and feed it to the dogs! !" Ludendorff pointed at them and yelled.
The ultimate bad mouth, enjoy the ultimate life.
Next to him, Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others all looked at him with "satisfaction".
Well done, little Daphne, don’t lose points to this man!
Kill these Americans!
Call you the No. 1 Baturu in Mexico? ? ?
After being rebuffed like this, Americans were brave and stood up one after another.
In the entire place, only Victor and Rumsfeld were sitting next to each other.
Rumsfeld waved his hand to signal everyone behind him to be quiet, raised his head and looked at Victor, asking him to continue speaking.
"Second, escort the Mexican Expeditionary Force back home!"
There is nothing wrong with this request.
"Third, recognize the name of the northern government in drug control! And, pay the United Nations Drug Enforcement Agency $2 million per year for 20 years."
"Fourth..."
"Fifth..."
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"Eighth: Punish war criminals severely! Demand the prosecution of Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney and Army Chief of Staff and Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Brown Andre conducted a war crimes trial and dismissed CIA Richard James Kerr.”
Rumsfield was fine before, but when he heard this, his expression was visible. Become solemn.
"This is an American business, Victor."
"No, this is a loser's compromise."
"The United States has not failed."
"Then you still want to fight?" Victor smiled lightly, and Rumsfeld couldn't help but choked. In reply, he took a deep breath, "You should know that from the perspective of strength, the United States can crush you."
"Strength? Then show it. We will see you on the battlefield. Our northern army has 100,000 soldiers." Everyone, from me, Victor, down to the private soldiers, are ready to sacrifice for the country at any time." Victor stood up suddenly, stood in front of Rumsfeld aggressively, and said condescendingly, "Those who can't kill us will eventually. To make us stronger, our enemies will either be killed or die together."
He said and took out a grenade? !
Rumsfeld was really panicked now and backed away suddenly.
Who the fuck would show up in negotiations with grenades?
Victor looked at him, holding the lead with a crazy look on his face.
“Excuse me, the great former U.S. Secretary of Defense Mr. Donald Rumsfeld, are you ready to die with me right now, at this moment? Does your military honor make you willing to risk your life? ”
Madman!
Damn, this is a lunatic!
Rumsfield's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he began to sweat. The American literati behind him began to fall to the ground.
Who is not afraid of death?
They will have great blessings when they go back, so how can they die here?
They are all elites!
Those farmers should be left to do the fighting!
Victor looked at their scared looks with disdain in his eyes, which deeply irritated "gentleman" Rumsfeld, but he... really didn't dare to move, and he was also afraid of death.
The most important thing is that Bush promised him that if this mission was successful, he could enter the government and resume his duties, which would be a second spring.
He cannot die!
"I...we can talk."
Victor put the fork tip back in, looked at them, smiled, and said something that was widely circulated in the world.
“Americans are all paper tigers!”
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(End of this chapter)