Chapter 327 Victor! I'll go to bed at eight in the morning! !
The world structure is wonderful.
Mexico and Spain are fighting hard here, and drug traffickers in Latin America are beginning to prepare and gear up, planning to establish a drug kingdom in southern Mexico and Guatemala and other Central America.
The anti-Iraq alliance headed by the Yankees at the other end began to take action.
At 10:30 a.m. Eastern Time on January 16, 1991, President Lobush signed a national security directive document to Commander Schwarzkopf of the U.S. Central Headquarters, ordering the U.S. military to go to war in Iraq.
The Gulf War has officially begun!
The bombing of the "Desert Storm" operation made the Iraqis scream and Saddam almost ran away. The tactics and conditions shocked the whole world!
Oh my god...
Can we still play like this?
Even the Iraqi tank regiment did not even see anyone, and the people who were bombed were turned upside down. The United States made the whole world understand that modern war can be fought like this? !
Let George Bush vent his anger!
The reputation in the country has soared.
He just said it!
Mexico’s “Black Hawk Down” was an accident, but the United States under his command is still very powerful!
Old Bush has been smiling these past two days, and the wrinkles on his face have never fallen off. Because of the Gulf War, Congress was more cautious about impeaching him, and with the support of the parties behind him, oh well, He instantly became the most x-rated American president since Roosevelt.
But there was still a thorn in his heart.
January 27th.
The elder Bush called together CIA Director Stanfield Turner, Secretary of Defense General Carl Warnow, Administrative Secretary Bahash Johnson, and several staff members.
At first glance, this lineup looks like it’s going to be an internal meeting.
And it’s a big deal.
Sure enough, after everyone sat down, Bush took a sip of coffee, looked at them with his hands crossed, smiled, and said casually, "I called you here this time, actually, I just have a suggestion to ask. Let me know your opinions.”
Everyone raised their eyes.
"Karl Warnow, please tell me."
The Defense Minister nodded.
He was lucky because he was somewhat related to Bush Sr. Therefore, during the "Black Hawk Down" post-mortem investigation, Carl Warnow, who was the Chief of Staff of the Army at the time, was promoted to Secretary of Defense.
Although it is said that you can put a dog in this position, but if you don't really put a dog in this position, is he capable? He couldn't control the soldiers and gangsters below at all, and everyone looked at him very unhappy.
This made Carl Warnow a little nervous too.
"Spain hopes that we can provide them with military assistance against Mexico."
Everyone frowned. Everyone here is a veteran. Even if you fart, they can smell it. I wonder if your stomach is feeling well today.
This must be Bush trying to regain his position.
After all, Victor allows him to bear the insult for a lifetime!
Victor must be overthrown!
No one can offend the United States and still be superior.
Administrative Secretary Bahash Johnson sat next to him. He never took the initiative to express his opinions. Bush was a very proud man and he would not allow others to go against him.
But Stanfield Turner of the CIA is obviously a straight man, the kind of person who eats and poops without leaving anything in his head. He shook his head with a serious expression, "I don't think he is a man at this time. Good choice, are you sure we can overthrow him in one fell swoop? ”
"He is like a cockroach in the sewer. If we don't kill him, we will be disgusted."
"How can we destroy our prestige like this? Director Stanfield, our U.S. military is the most powerful Powerful, yes, I admit that the failure of Black Hawk Down was criticized, but it was only a small-scale special operation. Hundreds of thousands of our local soldiers pressed over and could completely overthrow him..." Carl Warno said from call.
"Then you will lead the team?"
The CIA director asked back, which immediately confused the other party. Carl Warno immediately started hesitating, and he felt that the pressure on his shoulders was getting heavier. , almost crushed myself.
He looked at Bush Sr. as if asking for help. The other person's expression was very calm, but his eyes seemed to say, "Trash!"
"This revenge must be avenged!"
"No one can offend the United States and still be cool behind the scenes. This makes me very embarrassed."
Everyone present has a relationship with him. It's okay. If you were someone from the Green Party, let's see if they would kill you.
Nothing happened after Pablo Escobar’s North American Narcotics Association bombed the Statue of Liberty. Now people are still living and getting “younger”. It is said that they have begun to recruit troops aggressively and have already contacted the Colombian authorities. Just flipped the table over.
His life is still alive, and George Bush has the nerve to say this.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Old Bush really wanted to give him a slap!
But reason still allowed him to calm down and take a deep breath, "Send out warships to blockade Mexico's waters, not allowing their ships to go to sea, and ban commercial trade in Mexico, and do not allow or accept entry from Mexico. The United States imposes commercial sanctions on goods from various countries, and domestic Mexican companies increase their commercial taxes by 25%!"
In the end, Bush finally took up the weapon of "trade".
"Then...this will affect many American companies."
"As long as the Mexicans are killed, these are small sacrifices!" General Carl Warno said, "I support it."
"I also support it, and I think it requires other countries to join in, and in The United Nations is pushing for sanctions against him," an aide said.
“Agree!”
“Agree!”
The CIA director thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, but he always felt that something was wrong!
If Victor gave in so easily, would he still be called Victor?
His name should be Hirohito. Anyway, while the grandson is so relaxed, his father is still a foreign pipe smoker.
"That's it, gentlemen, we can't allow such a tiger to roam in our back garden anymore, do you understand?"
"Understood!"
…
I can’t pee!
Not a drop of urine left.
Socorro Island.
A Spanish soldier with a sallow complexion had dry lips and his whole body was shaking. He wanted to urinate and drink something, but he didn't get any water. What should he do?
The drinking water has been cut off a long time ago, and now we don’t even have the strength to shoot.
But there is a way...
Someone has come up with a way. Deoxyribose is also a liquid, so you don’t need to drink water.
But I still can’t get through this hurdle in my heart.
The Spanish soldier raised his head. Under the glare of the sun and the rough sea, he couldn't drink.
Huh?
Suddenly, he saw a black thing emerging from the sea. He thought he was dazzled and rubbed his eyes.
"Submarine...submarine! Submarine!"
The soldier shouted, and then ran towards the cave, but his steps were really weak and a little weak. In the end, he did not climb up, but slipped down. down.
At this moment, he heard a noisy sound, and a group of savage-looking soldiers and drug dealers rushed down. Each of them had an excited smile on their face, and ran past him towards the submarine.
“It’s saved! It’s saved!”
"Thank you Pablo! Thank you North American Narcotics Association!!!"
"Hahahaha, I knew I was taking drugs!!"
What nonsense are these people talking about?
The soldiers looked at them in fear, and saw them swimming over, climbing out of the door on the submarine, and dropping supplies from above.
The people who swam over dragged the supplies ashore. On the shore, they couldn't wait to open the mineral water and pour it in!
The man came to life immediately.
"Ah!!!" "Thank you Pablo!!!"
The soldier who fell on the ground also had red eyes, stood up and rushed over , began to drink water, and pressed the compressed biscuit from the side and ate it vigorously, his cheeks were like toads.
He raised his head, his ears twitched suddenly, and he saw a few black spots appearing on the distant sky. His pupils condensed, and a terrible feeling of fear suddenly came into his heart.
Poof...
He spat it out and shouted heartbreakingly, "Mexico! The Mexicans are coming!!!!"
Everyone looked up and saw them appearing from the horizon. Three A10 attack aircraft nicknamed "Warthog" swooped down directly, and the 30mm GAU-8 7-barreled Gatling cannon aimed at them and "swept the floor!"
"Run!! !”
The Spanish soldier screamed and ran away. The bullets were hitting the ground. If such a thick bullet hits a person, it is basically impossible to survive.
There's a mess on the beach!
"Shoot, shoot quickly..." An officer desperately pulled out his gun and pointed it at the sky, roaring, "Get down! You bastard Mexicans, I'm not afraid of you... "
Poof...
As soon as he finished speaking, his head exploded.
The blood instantly turned the body red. The headless body shook and fell heavily to the ground.
A Spanish soldier hiding behind a boulder and Qingse, trembling tremblingly, holding a cross tightly in his hand, kept praying.
But it turns out...
In the face of bullets, Jesus also had to whisper, "Run!".
An AGM-65 "Young Animal" air-to-ground missile flew over with a "whoosh" and hit the boulder. With a bang, the Spanish soldier didn't even scream, and was directly blown into rubble!
When the drug association submarine saw the plane, it quickly prepared to sink. But for such a big thing, it will take time for you to start it in an instant.
With such a big thing lying across the sea, isn't it just...a target?
The A10 is a fighter, but it also has missiles.
Three rounds of "young animals" sent the Type 613 submarine directly to the sky.
The huge explosion caused an internal explosion. The explosion was so loud that you could hear it even more than ten kilometers away. The huge fireball heated the surrounding ocean, and many small fish were killed. It floated up and smelled fragrant.
Ten minutes later.
The warthog left the battlefield, patted its butt, and flew away towards the air force base.
Leaving chicken feathers all over the place.
Adjutant Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora looked at the beach...
The sand was baked black, and it was covered with broken limbs. A gust of wind blew, and the air was full of The smell of blood almost made him vomit.
"Beast, beast!!!" The major officer next to him knelt on the ground, covered his face, and cried.
This scene...
It is simply too cruel!
There are at least hundreds of people lying down here!
A wave in the sea swept all the corpses into the sea.
Emilio Mora looked at this scene blankly. Does it really make sense to run so far and die on this archipelago?
He was deeply confused by the cabinet's decision.
Death for the ambitions of a few politicians?
Emilio Mora hates this feeling of powerlessness!
Your Majesty the King...
I will fuck you XXX!
But some people are uncomfortable, and naturally some people are happy.
In the 3rd Air Force Group at San Ignacio Airport.
Colonel Manfred von Richthofen was training hard. He believed that soldiers must train for a long time, otherwise they would lose their combat effectiveness. He took the lead personally, and the people below naturally screamed.
This can be regarded as a major feature of the "new military interest group" like the Northern Army. At least it has not degenerated.
He heard the sound of the aircraft engine, raised his head, and saw the warthog landing safely, and felt relieved.
Piloting is an industry that challenges death. You can encounter any danger or enemy situation in the sky. Every time, Manfred von Richthofen is worried, but soldiers exist just to provoke danger!
"Colonel, the phone number of the Governor's Palace!" an agency officer ran over and shouted.
Manfred von Richthofen's brows jumped. He trotted over and asked next to him, "Who hit him?"
"General."
"You didn't tell me earlier!" Manfred glared at the other party, walked quickly, and ran to the office panting, picked up the phone, took a deep breath to steady his breathing, and shouted, "General! ”
Victor's ears were a little deafened, and he took the microphone away.
I don’t know where it comes from. Recently, the voice on the other end of the phone is very loud, and then someone shouts “general” or “loyalty”. Anyway, there are all kinds of them now, but Victor doesn’t prohibit it.
What is this called?
This is called love!
Victor smiled and praised him, "Well done, you did a good job. The Governor's Mansion will mark you with a second-class collective merit. I hope you will keep up the good work."
"Yes, General!" Manfred von Richthofen said excitedly.
“However, there is one more thing that needs to be handed over to your 3rd Formation. I don’t know if you dare to accept it.”
Manfred von Richthofen is still young. , he is not yet 30 years old, and a 28-year-old colonel is simply a representative of impulsiveness and ruthlessness. However, can you find a colonel at this age elsewhere?
This is simply a fantasy.
Oh oh oh, the Soviet Union is possible.
What's the joke?
A general and his grandson went for a walk. The grandson asked, "Grandpa, can I be a general?"
Grandpa said, "Of course."
"Then Can I be a marshal?”
“No, the marshal also has his own nephew.”
Northern Mexico is more like a "Garden of Eden" for the political system, which can take off as long as it has the ability.
Victor and the other military men will not suppress you at all.
They wish that more and more capable and righteous people would rise up and work with them to safeguard justice in this world!
Hearing Victor's words, Manfred von Richthofen shouted loudly, "General, my life and my fighter planes are ready to sacrifice for you! Victory!!"
Look, this is called loyalty.
Boy, I think you look like a general.
“U.S. warships sneaked into our waters, bombed them, taught them a lesson, and let the arrogant and rampant jackals be buried in the ocean!”
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