Chapter 340 You don’t want your son to be shot! !
Emilio Mora smoked hard and hid in the corner of the cave, shrinking like a lobster.
Listen to the bombing outside.
The eyes are clear...
In other words, I have already thought of it.
As one of the first "indigenous" people to come to Socorro Island, he has extensive experience in bombings.
So arrogant, it would be strange if the Mexicans didn’t react.
"Leaving? The Mexicans are leaving!" the foreign legionnaires hiding outside shouted inside.
The hiding people slowly came out, but Emilio Mora still shrank, speaking from his experience.
There is absolutely no way the Mexicans have to come just this once!
Sure enough, not long after, the officers who ran out rushed in again with panic on their faces.
There was a sound of bombing outside.
This cave is hidden relatively deep on the back of the hillside. It can't be locked if you don't look carefully, but the aftershock of the heavy aerial bomb still caused the ashes to fall down continuously.
Emilio Mora shrank even more into a ball!
Maybe I will die here today!
The bombing lasted for more than two hours and did not stop until near evening.
The foreign legionnaires just came out of the cave...
The explosion was a mess. There was a huge pit in the east and a huge pit in the west. There were a lot of broken limbs and broken arms, and a lot of broken meat and residue.
You can even see the butt not far away!
The lower half of his body was blown away.
"Ouch!!"
Some people couldn't stand the smell of blood in the air and the visual impact, and vomited.
Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his hands were shaking, his face was pale, and his expression was very uncomfortable. Suddenly a hand patted him on the shoulder, and he trembled uncontrollably. He stopped, squatting on the ground and retching.
What a tragedy!
NMD, the Mexicans dropped at least 60 MK8 aerial bombs here, almost close to five tons!
Many corpses are stuck to the ground. If you want to get them out, you have to shovel the ground together.
Modern warfare is so cruel, your enemy will not even see it, and your people will be gone.
The mental stress is evident.
"Boom!!"
The sound of gunfire rang out on the sudden sea, and a shell flew to the island and exploded on the beach. There was a panic again, thinking that it was another bombing. .
"All enter combat positions! The Mexicans are coming!"
The soldiers picked up their guns and quickly entered the battle.
I saw four or five ships appearing on the sea level in the distance, speeding towards the island.
Emilio Mora raised his head, there was still some filth in the corner of his mouth. He frowned, always feeling something was wrong. The Mexicans started firing artillery shells from such a distance. Wasn't this just a way for the Spaniards to enter a combat position? time?
Are Mexicans that stupid?
Going to the beach with you?
How many bodies would have to be left behind?
After fighting against the Mexicans, I realized that they are very cunning, and they completely overwhelm them from technique and tactics to strategy. There is definitely something fishy about this.
"No, no! Don't enter the fighting position! Don't enter!" Emilio Mora thought of something and stood up in a panic and waved his hands. He even wanted to jump on the stone in front of him, but his feet slipped. , rolled down from above, and even hit his chin on the stone, his mouth full of blood.
My teeth were all broken.
The school officer who was with him quickly helped him up.
"Yin...Mao..." His mouth was full of blood and he couldn't speak clearly. He grabbed the other person tightly and said, but the other person didn't understand and thought he was just nervous. He patted him on the shoulder to express, " It’s okay, the Mexicans can’t rush in.”
Emilio Mora was almost crying and pointed to the sky.
The school officer raised his head, a little confused, "You said..." His eyes suddenly trembled, "What is that!"
I saw two planes emerging from the clouds. , above the island, throw a bomb!
This is the intention of the Mexicans, to use the illusion of a sea attack to lure you out, into combat positions, and then...humane destruction!
These two are C-130 transport aircraft affiliated with the Baja California Air Force Base. Their main purpose is to drop BLU-82!
Buzz buzz~~
The 6800 kilogram bomb fell from the sky, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the wind on both sides was squeezed by it. Finally fell to the ground.
A huge mushroom cloud rises!
That sound could be heard clearly even from dozens of kilometers away.
The pilot driving the C-130 looked down and seemed to be able to feel a scorching heat rushing into the sky.
The appearance is short and thick, and the projectile body is like a big iron bucket. It looks very ugly, but as the saying goes, if you look ugly, you work hard!
BLU-82 is called: "The best conventional bomb"!
It is sometimes called a cloud bomb, air wave bomb, suffocation bomb or oxygen-absorbing weapon.
After the BLU-82 bomb is detonated close to the ground, it can turn an area of more than 500 meters into coke, directly vaporizing people, and the shock caused by the explosion can be felt several kilometers away.
The US even said that one BLU-82 bomb is better than 20 Scud missiles.
It is said that during the Gulf War, the US military dropped one. A British special air service unit who witnessed the explosion believed that the United States had used nuclear weapons and radioed back to headquarters, "Sir, these guys just bombed with nuclear weapons." Kuwait! ”
It was used during the Vietnam War and has not been retired until now. It must have its advantages.
After throwing two coins...
The smoke in the sky could not dissipate for a long time, and the trenches and fortifications were destroyed.
In the previous bombings, these were clearly observed. As long as they deceive people and eliminate them at targeted locations, they can clock out and get off work.
On the "Archduke Victor" on the sea, a dozen soldiers held cameras to take pictures of this scene. When they saw the mushroom cloud, they couldn't help but be startled, looked at each other, and finally Laughter.
"Those people in the Air Force...are...so rude."
But I'm also a little bit lucky, luckily I didn't throw it at myself and others.
Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora was lying on the ground. His whole body was burnt and black, with only a breath left.
The eyelids were fighting up and down, and in a trance, he saw the scene of his own expedition.
The wife reluctantly arranged her clothes, and her half-grown son put the candy into his military uniform pocket, raised his head, and asked when he would come back to celebrate his birthday.
“I can’t go back.” Emilio Mora seemed to see his deceased parents looking at him with distressed expressions and reaching out to him.
No more worries.
These two BLU-82s directly sent about a thousand people to the west.
The most important thing is...
The combat effectiveness has collapsed.
The Foreign Legion is very fierce, but on this isolated island, two big bombs were dropped on my head. I couldn't bear it!
After the explosion, a patrol ship and four civilian-modified transport ships landed on the beach!
Put down the assault boat from above, and rush forward in a group of seven or eight people.
We landed on the beach smoothly, and the Marine Corps soldiers quickly set up a defense line.
"Someone!"
At this moment, the officer leading the team suddenly saw a Spanish soldier staggering over.
Covered in blood!
His hair was burned, and his face could not be seen clearly. His hands were raised far away, and a mixture of saliva and blood drooled from the corner of his mouth.
"I want to go home...I want to go home..." He kept mumbling, and suddenly he knelt on the ground, shouting loudly as if with all his strength, "I surrender!"
Bang!
There was a gunshot and a bullet blew out his head.
“No prisoners! Kill them all!”
"Those who are involved with drug dealers will not accept surrender!"
The corpse missing half of its face fell heavily to the ground, and the blood instantly dyed the beach red.
When the Marine Corps behind them landed on the island, the outcome of this island seemed to be destined.
Shortly after the bombing began, Madrid also received a reply from Tijuana.
“Surrender? Surrender to your mother!”
"No shooting!"
The military spokesman, Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, was so angry that his mouth was twisted, and his blood pressure suddenly rose.
Army Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa ran over to put forward the opinion, and angrily smashed the document on his desk, "The Mexicans refused, damn! They want to destroy Socorro Island, Victor is just a bastard..."
The latter saw someone looking outside with his head hanging out. He stood up and closed the door. He frowned, picked up the document and took a look, and he was also a little angry.
I have surrendered, and you still beat me.
You don’t follow martial ethics!
"What should we do? Let the British Armada show up?"
Lieutenant General Javier Daniels had a gloomy expression, "The British are parked in the Brazilian port and don't dare to move. , you let them face the Mexican air force? Do they have the courage?"
After the Spanish aircraft carrier was bombed, the British were so scared that they surrounded the Brazilian ports and were very cautious about eating. It was airlifted from China.
“Dong dong dong~”
While the two big guys were still thinking, a rapid knock on the door interrupted their thoughts.
"Come in." Army Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa called.
I saw a colonel staff officer running in with a solemn expression, "Tijuana announced that Socorro Island has been captured." "What!"
"How could it be so fast?" Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, who was standing by the window, turned around when he heard the news.
"How long ago did it take?! We were defeated already. Is there a regiment of foreign legionnaires on Socorro Island?"
Are the Mexicans bragging?
They used nuclear weapons?
Fuck!
"The Mexican side has announced it to the outside world, and... they also said that there were no survivors in this operation." The staff officer said cautiously.
Lieutenant General Javier Daniels was old, and his blood pressure suddenly became high, and his lips were trembling, "It's too cruel, Victor is too cruel!"
"The Mexicans must have used illegal weapons." He He immediately cheered up and said, "We are going to the United Nations to sue them."
"Do you think Victor cares about the United Nations..." Ferruccio Villa said bitterly.
Lieutenant General Daniels didn’t know what to say when he heard this.
Even if military sanctions were to be imposed on him, the Americans next door would certainly not agree.
They are afraid that when the time comes, a missile will fly directly to Wall Street.
Can you imagine the brain circuit of a madman?
Try not to provoke him as much as possible.
"Prepare...to take the blame and resign." Ferruccio Villa looked at the other party a little pitifully and said, he had submitted his resignation report anyway and planned to demobilize.
Someone must bear the responsibility for the failure of this military operation.
Another wave of layoffs is coming!
However, Ferruccio Villa can't figure out why Mexico is suddenly so good at fighting. This is illogical!
Also, where did his fallen weapons come from?
It can’t just fall from the sky.
Haha…
Not funny at all.
Now…
Hopefully the Spanish PR department can handle it.
It is indeed what he said.
When the heavy losses of the Foreign Legion were reported back to the country, it was spectacular.
There were cries in the streets and alleys.
Many people began to walk on the streets to oppose the war.
But overall, it was relatively peaceful and there were no conflicts.
At this time, the Military Affairs Office and the Logistics Department also responded quickly and began to contact reporters. They took military medals and "ashes" to the families of the fallen soldiers to express their condolences, and comforted the families in front of the camera.
“We have reached a humanitarian agreement with Mexico. This is the first batch of ashes of fallen soldiers. We are doing our best to ensure that our soldiers return home.”
A grand ceremony was also held.
At the funeral, the family members of the fallen soldiers burst into tears. When government officials came on stage to talk about it again, the reputation slowly changed.
At this time, Tijuana announced to the world that not a single body had returned to Spain.
"Maybe what they gave you was lime!" the spokesperson said humorously, "Of course, it could also be drugs."
The family members who had a premonition that something was wrong opened the tombstone, and sure enough, I found that the color of the ashes was not right, so I carefully took it for a test. Damn it, it turned out to be lime.
Frustrated, they rushed to the Madrid government to protest and demanded an explanation. During this period, the angry family members punched and kicked the guards, which gradually turned into a riot.
Some people rushed into the palace, and His Majesty the King, who was in much better health, fainted again.
Even in the Derby of the Century between Real Madrid and Barcelona, a female fan ran into the field and took off her top, revealing what was written on it: Juan. Carlos XXXX!
It will also shake.
Finally, she was held down by security. When she passed by reporters, she shouted loudly, "Why are we sending our people to die! Why are we trying to hinder Mexico's anti-drug war? Those people must be drug dealers, we drug dealers At the top!”
March 6th!
The Spanish cabinet announced its resignation!
This was also the first cabinet that Victor Gan resigned.
I really followed the United States and starved for nine meals in three days.
I have no vision at all, and I don’t know how I survived World War I and World War II.
…
“You mean, the BLU-82 bomb produced in the United States was found on the battlefield?” CIA Director Stanfield Turner asked with a frown.
His injury healed and he returned to his post. He looked much better, but only he knew how his body was. After the operation, his body was very weak. Now when he breathes, his lungs Still feeling raw and sore.
But it's better than Bush, still lying in bed.
Everything is still under the command of Vice President James Dan Quai, but he has no interest in Victor. He wants to become a permanent member!
I've been jumping up and down all this time.
“You mean there are collaborators at General Dynamics?”
This bomb was produced by this company.
The deputy director standing in front of him shook his head, "I'm not sure."
Stanfield Turner snorted, "Those capitalists don't care about the country, they only care about business. ! I think there are definitely collaborators within us!”
The American equipment in Mexico is suspicious, but nothing has been found so far.
From Stanfield Turner's point of view, that fish is cautious!
And it’s very big.
“Keep digging, I don’t believe there are people who can hide so deep!”
The deputy director nodded.
"Director, the quarterly bonus is about to be paid..."
"Just pay it, you still have to ask me about this?"
The deputy director spread his hands in embarrassment, "There is no money. "
"? ! ! How is it possible? A sum of money just came in?" Stanfield Turner didn't dare to look directly at him.
"Have someone bring the bill over, I want to see it."
The deputy director's expression changed, "This...director..."
"Go quickly!"
Seeing that he was serious, the other party could only run out angrily and slowly get closer. It took half an hour to bring the finance and ledgers over.
Stanfield Turner opened the book, glanced at it, and suddenly raised his head, "A toilet costs 30,000 US dollars! What kind of toilet?"
Finance hesitated and looked at the deputy director. , the two of them were a little embarrassed.
"The entertainment fee is 500,000 US dollars." He laughed angrily, "What did you eat? Japanese sashimi? Or did you eat cannonballs? Tell me!"
"If you don't make it clear today, I will give it away You two go to jail! "Stanfield Turner is not greedy, but you are too fake, do you really think that everyone else is stupid?
Why don’t you charge $90,000 for a garbage bag?
In fact, the United States is corrupt from top to bottom, including the Pentagon. Why do so many people want to launch a Gulf War?
The military-industrial complex makes money!
The officers who handle them can make money, and even the top soldiers on the front line can get a salary increase. Why not?
When he heard that he was going to jail, the financial officer panicked and confessed everything in a straight voice, "Director, listen to me, this entertainment fee, this... this money was taken away by your son."< br>
“Nonsense!” The CIA director had an ugly expression.
"Really, he came to me with your signature sheet and said he wanted a sum of money and to keep it quiet, so I gave it to him and said it was you who wanted it."
Stanfield Turner's expression changed instantly!
He suddenly remembered that when he went home before, his son drove a Porsche sports car. At that time, he said it belonged to a classmate, but now...it turned out to be corrupt? !
"He came to you several times..."
"Four times, he took a total of 3.19 million US dollars."
Stanfield Turner was so angry that he He kicked over the trash can, opened the drawer, took out a pistol, and ran out the door in a menacing manner.
But the deputy director immediately stopped him and said pleadingly, "Director, director, please calm down, calm down!"
"When I've shot that little bastard, I'll shoot you!" Stanfield Turner shouted.
"What about the gentlemen on Capitol Hill? Do you want to shoot them too?"
This question made him freeze up.
"You can't go into it, go into it...Do you believe that you will crash tomorrow? We don't know, isn't it good?"
The deputy director was not so excited when he saw him, and immediately He grabbed the gun and said, "Director, don't worry, God knows this, you know it, we know it, and no one else will know about it. We will redo the account right now."
"But don't make it public. Those big guys who took the money will not be happy to refund the money."
Stanfield Turner was drained of energy and waved his hand to signal them to go out. .
The deputy director and the finance officer looked at each other and left.
In the office, he was the only one left sitting blankly.
At this moment, the phone on the table rang. He didn’t want to answer it at first, but it rang many times in succession. Stanfield Turner took a deep breath and picked up the phone, "Hello, this is Special Na!”
"Good afternoon, Director Turner, you...don't want your son to go to jail."
His eyes suddenly opened wide!
……
(End of this chapter)