Chapter 362 The Art of War!
Boom!
The rain fell harder and harder, and a purple thunder struck down angrily, exploding in the ears.
The weather forecast seems to be inaccurate. Is the light rain like this?
The drug dealers who were standing guard also dozed off.
In a surveillance room, three or four people were sitting inside, dozing off, and there were more than a dozen large screens showing several important targets in the city of "Anahuac".
Drug dealers are not primitive people, of course they know how to use modern tools.
Dingling bell~
The phone on the table suddenly rang, and those watching the surveillance system suddenly jumped up.
“Fuck, who’s calling at night?” A bearded man was in a daze, his eyes were a little scarlet, and he cursed unhappily. He picked up the phone and answered it, but he didn’t curse. He knew it. It is possible that the superior officer will inspect the post.
"I have received intelligence from superiors that the Northern Army may launch military operations. Please pay attention."
Big Beard: "Yes, sir, all of us are staring. Nothing will happen."
< br>The person on the other side hummed, and after a few words of relief, hung up the phone.
The bearded man stood up and looked outside. It was pouring rain, and he frowned and said, "In this bullshit weather, will the Northern Army come? They are all huddled in bed and hugging women."
The colleague next to me laughed.
A thin bamboo stick yawned, picked up the cigarette on the table, held it in his mouth, tilted his head and was about to light it. Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of something wrong in the monitor in front of him?
He stood up in confusion and approached with narrowed eyes.
This surveillance pixel is not good...
"Tank...tank!!" He opened his eyes suddenly and screamed.
Boom! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard artillery fire in the rainy night.
A church on the outer wall of Anahuac collapsed!
The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then shivered, his face changed dramatically, he ran over and pressed a red button on the wall.
Suddenly, a rapid siren sounded in Anahuac City!
Seven or eight blue flares were launched from the city, illuminating the entire sky.
I saw outside...
The ferocious steel beast roared over in the rain.
“Soldiers!”
“The honor belongs to Victor, and the glory belongs to the Cavalry Regiment!”
On the radio, Mi, who serves as the deputy commander of the Cavalry Regiment of the 4th Marine Division Lieutenant Colonel Sher Wittmann launched the pre-war mobilization over the intercom.
"I will take the lead in the charge!!!"
"High-explosive shells, salvo! Prepare! Release!"
40 M1A1 main battle tanks charge sideways, automatically loading, and the muzzle is slightly Lift, boom!
With one shot, no matter how hard you are, you will become a piece of shit.
A pickup truck emerged from the alley, squeaking gracefully, and the drug dealer's weapon in the back seat was almost thrown off, but he quickly adjusted his body and operated the ZPU placed in the back pocket- 1 anti-aircraft machine gun, level and shoot!
"Ah!!!!!!"
The drug dealer who fired the gun had thick hands, his arms were thicker than his calves, but he still seemed weak under the recoil of the machine gun. He was trembling a little, his face was red, and his mouth was trembling. with a sharp cry.
Thud, tug, tug…bang, bang, bang!
Do you want to blow up the M1A1 main battle tank from the front?
Are you kidding?
Its shortcomings are on the sides and top. If you encounter it on the battlefield in the future, remember to move flexibly to avoid its smoothbore cannon, then run to the side with a sliding shovel and stick a C4 on it.
As long as your hands and feet are flexible...
You will...
Be careful in the next life.
The M1A1 main battle tank that was beaten was also a little annoyed. The 7.62mm machine guns on both sides were pointed at the front and fired!
Whoosh whoosh...
The two parties were shooting at each other on the street at the entrance of the city!
Bang...poof!
Half of the machine gunner's head behind the pickup truck exploded like a watermelon, and the firepower stopped suddenly...
The body of the truck was smashed into sieves.
Blood slowly slid down the tires.
In the face of the torrent of steel, everything is a paper tiger!
After the M1A1 main battle tank entered the city and entered the street battle, deputy commander Michel Wittmann ordered to replace it with cloud explosive bombs!
Want a street fight with you?
The beauty you want!
There is a subject in the Northern Military Academy called "Tank Modern Studies."
Many people were invited to discuss and study. If a tank is restricted in its maneuverability and artillery strike distance, it will be no different from an ordinary garbage truck.
If you stop, you will get a beating.
So someone came up with an idea.
Blow it up!
No matter what level of tall buildings or obstacles they encounter, they will be blown over. One cloud bomb is enough to blow up a four-story building, right?
If there are no tall buildings around the bombing, then it is "flat land".
Isn’t it very suitable for tank maneuvers?
Well...
If the city is destroyed, it will be rebuilt at the worst.
Save on demolition costs.
Do you want drug traffickers to carry explosive bags and die together with the M1A1 main battle tank?
With this ability, why should they be drug dealers?
Bah!
I’m not looking down on them, these people are still criminals in nature, and extreme refinementists will not sacrifice their lives for the organization.
When the follow-up infantry caught up, basically all the iconic buildings in the city were blown up. The telecommunications building... was swaying, and the load-bearing walls below were destroyed by one shot.
There were cries everywhere.
The panicked civilians ran away holding their belongings and dragging their families with them. Some even wore slippers.
In war...
They are like duckweeds who can only be forced to get involved.
The attack began at 2 a.m.
At 2:45, the tank group penetrated Anahuac!
In an open space outside the city, Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann got out of the car and gave the order to replenish fuel, "Take a rest for twenty minutes!"
The command's combat plan was , taking advantage of the rainy night, they used a group of tanks to break through the enemy's city. The city now had no walls. After rushing in, they bombed indiscriminately, causing a commotion, and then followed up with infantry.
The main focus is a lightning strike.
Michel Wittmann touched the tank body, which was covered with scars. He looked around and saw that there were still 38 tanks left in the two battalions. One of them was unlucky and was hit by a drug dealer. It got stuck...
Then it was focused by a drug dealer's rocket and exploded.
There was another car that obviously had a problem with the driver...
It rushed straight under the swaying building, crushing it when it collapsed.
“Sir, here’s a piece of bread.” A member of the same train crew handed him a piece of military bread. Michel Wittmann was not polite and tore open the vacuum package and bit into it.
Don't think about how good this thing tastes. It's hard and good to eat. It also has a small piece of cheese and beef in it, which is pretty good.
It can also be seen from this that Victor wants to create a complete logistics support system for the army as much as possible, but this is also very difficult.
The Mexican army still has a long way to go.
For example...
Garrisoning troops in the United States.
Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann looked at his watch, "Get up! Keep moving forward! Gentlemen, the general is watching us in Tijuana. For victory, move forward!"
The physically and mentally exhausted tank soldiers suddenly felt High spirits.
This is actually the spirit of faith.
For example, if you are asked to work overtime at twelve o'clock every day, you will scold your boss for not treating you as a human being, and you will die suddenly.
But if you know that what you have done can be entered into the ancestral hall, written in the county annals, city annals, or even national records, and I will give you incense on the Qingming Festival, I am afraid many people will be willing to die.
Now, the general is spirituality.
As long as he gives an order, the three armies will be killed!
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On the western battlefield, Major General Fedor von Bock, chief of staff of the 4th Marine Division, is in charge, focusing on If an enemy can't move, I won't move. Let's see who can survive. They are not the main force anyway.
But he certainly has strategic vision. He understands that when the battle begins in the northeastern battlefield, the enemy will definitely understand what the Northern Army's combat intentions are. They will either be at a loss or be bold enough to swallow up the power of the feint attack.
The most important point is that when the rain clears and the sun comes out, the tank group will definitely be exposed.
So people gathered the artillery and deployed it, and whenever the drug dealers on the opposite side saw any movement, they would bomb them indiscriminately.
Because most of the troops were new recruits, Fedor von Bock could feel the uneasiness in the troops, so he led people to inspect each company overnight to boost morale.
And at a company station, standing on an armored vehicle, waving his hand, "According to the order of the Governor's Office, when we take over Nuevo Leon, reforms will be carried out. You, no matter what your household registration, will be allocated Field!”
"And those lands will belong to you forever!"
"You can grow corn, potatoes, or avocados on it. The Governor's Mansion will give you the full details. If you are willing, you can sell it to the government. Your The family will have an extra income!"
"Your family will not have to work for those farmers, nor will they be begging the rich and bureaucrats of the village community to provide you with seeds."
" You will have full ownership of the land!”
“This is not my Mexico, nor the General’s Mexico, gentlemen, you are fighting for your Mexico”
Divide the fields? !
The recruits below were stunned for a while. They were educated, but most of them had primary school education, and some were illiterate. The illiteracy rate in Mexico was about 6%.
Mexico's land system has undergone many changes, from the ancient Aztec "carpuy" system, to land distribution during the Spanish colonial period, to the land reform of the early 20th century.
Especially at the beginning of the 20th century, most of the land in Mexico was concentrated in the hands of bureaucrats, wealthy people, the Catholic Church, and foreign investors. As a result, Article 27 of the Mexican Constitution of 1917 stipulated that everything within the territory of the country The ownership of land and rivers belongs to the state, and the state has the right to grant the land rights it enjoys to private individuals, but it can also expropriate private land for public purposes.
In other words, since the 19th century, many grassroots lands have actually been taken over by Americans. You farmers are no different from slaves. You can only work for them.
Does it look like... local tyrants and evil gentry?
This is one of the reasons why internationalist fighters like Che Guevara and certain statements can be implemented in Latin America.
Liberation theology is one of the representatives.
In essence, they are exploited.
The Yankee lay on top of a group of people, drinking himself full.
Victor has long wanted to touch these lands. He does not allow his lifeline to be in the hands of the farmers. It should belong to the majority of Mexicans.
If it were someone else, they might take it slow, take decades, and finally compromise with capital.
But Victor won't...
He has offended all kinds of bullshit bureaucrats, rich people, the Catholic Church and foreign investors.
Just flip the table and quit!
They have formed a separate military interest group of their own, and most of the new recruits are "good families" from poor families. Do you think they will sympathize with the capitalist class?
Conquer Nuevo Leon and divide the land!
All Mexicans can be the masters of their own country.
“Long live!!!”
Hearing the words of Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock, after a moment of silence below, they raised their hands and cheered loudly.
But at this moment, artillery fire rang out not far away.
"General! It's moving. The drug traffickers' defense line at the border has been compressed and they are shelling us!" A staff officer trotted over and said.
Feodor von Bock's eyes lit up, he took a deep breath, and felt the passion, and shouted loudly, "Go south!"
"Go south!"
"Go south!"
I don’t know who started shouting, but everyone shouted in unison.
"On my order, the artillery positions open fire!"
More than 100 artillery pieces of various types blasted towards the border line.
I'll blow up all my graves for you.
The two sides launched a large-scale artillery battle in the border area.
At this time, inside the Monterey headquarters.
Exceptionally quiet!
Unexpectedly, the Northern Army was playing dirty tricks. They rushed straight from the northeast and defeated three small cities. It didn't look like much, but the defensive position was disrupted.
The central region is vacated.
"Call the border troops back quickly!" the American adviser glared and said, "We must withstand the opponent's impact."
Although the drug dealers don't know how to fight, they also understand that this Yankee is not a professional.
"Call back Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi." A sinister-looking leader said in a deep voice.
He is the governor of Nuevo Leon, a member of the Institutional Party, and the leader of the "Forces of Nuevo Leon" - José Andrés Guardado.
This force was established in 1966 and has a history of several decades. It is mainly engaged in drug trafficking and smuggling. It even sells these drugs to other areas by sea and owns its own cargo ships, although it does not look like it in Mexico. Eye-catching.
But those who stood out had been killed long ago.
The main focus is to make a fortune in a low profile.
Hearing his words, the American consultant suddenly raised his head and yelled, "You want to find that low-level officer? I only understand military affairs, what does he know!"
His saliva spit out. .
José Andres Guardado looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes gradually became fierce, he grabbed his head and pressed it on the table, picked up the pen, and inserted it into his eyes. Got in!
"TMD, in the Mexican drug cartel, if you are incompetent, you will be killed. I have tolerated you for a long time, you stinking bastard!"
The American consultant is already in pain.
The people next to me were silent.
“Go find someone!”
Soon, Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi was called over. He looked at the American consultant on the ground and was obviously startled.
José Andres Guardado grabbed his hand.
"From now on, you are responsible for fully commanding the battle against the Northern Army."
Federico's heart stopped, and then started beating rapidly.
The feeling of being trusted came over me instantly.
Although drug dealers are illiterate, they also understand that professional matters are left to professionals. Otherwise, why would they trust American consultants so much?
I don’t think he is awesome yet.
But he can be fooled around.
When Federico learned that the Northern Army had entered the territory, he frowned.
"Now, we have no choice but to make a desperate move!"
His hand pointed on the map, "I led people through Mina City, rushed into Coahuila State, and intercepted him We pretend to attack the rear of the troops, and then press forward with all our troops, trying to defeat them all, and then we can counterattack, destroy local facilities, and confuse the situation of the battle, but only in this way can we have a chance of survival. "
We can survive after being put to death.
Although a bunch of drug dealers don't understand it, they think it's awesome.
"What do you need!"
"Money, a lot of money, I want to mobilize for war, and I also need to hand over the most elite "Monterey Division" to me."
The drug trafficker leader Guardado hesitated when he heard this.
The Monterey Division knew by name that it was going to surround the capital.
"I can give you three regiments, and leave the remaining one here."
After hearing this, Staff Officer Federico glanced at him. He was just talking about it, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually give them all. .
His boots clicked.
Stand at attention!
“Pledge to defend Nuevo León.”
"Leave it to you!"
Guardado said, grabbing his hand tightly.
He doesn’t want to be displaced either.
We can only fight back.
……
(End of this chapter)