Chapter 363 The general’s son! !
There are staunch internationalist fighters, staunch feudalist fighters, and naturally there are capitalist fighters. Some fight for world peace, and some fight for their own interests.
Consultant Federico Ferrari Orsi He was confused, sitting in the car, looking at the pouring rain outside.
Maybe...
He was fighting just for that bite of rice.
He once joined the "Anti-Victor Alliance" for food, but the Northern Army's indiscriminate bombing caused him to lose his home, relatives and friends, and too much. He was filled with anger towards the dictator. heart.
Victor?
In the name of drug control, in fact, they are bastards who bring disaster to the country and the people!
He launched a war to satisfy his own interests!
Shameful, despicable villain.
Now, out of respect for Mr. Jose Andres Guardado, Staff Federico placed the bet of Nuevo León on himself.
This is the first time that someone is so firmly needed, and he cannot disappoint.
Looked at his watch and picked up the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, speed up. Enter the enemy-occupied area before eight o'clock in the morning. Each person will be rewarded with 500 US dollars!"
A follower sitting next to him His well-connected staff officer hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Maybe we should give our brothers more benefits."
"What do you mean?"
"Three villages in the border area surrendered to Victor. They are traitors. They should... be taught a lesson."
Federico frowned immediately.
He understood what the other party meant.
Plunder and slaughter!
“According to the plan, we will cross the border, and in the middle of our route, there is a village with about 400 people. If we want to mess up the situation, I think we have to attack them first and rely on us. It won’t take long to take down the combat power, and then be fully capable of continuing the mission.”
Federico was silent, he really hated this.
But he also understands that you cannot use moral standards to measure the combat effectiveness of drug dealers. You have to let them understand what it means to be profitable.
He hesitated and squinted, "Our troops are divided into three groups. I will lead two regiments to cut off the Western Route Army's retreat. You and Luka will lead two battalions each to create chaos. What you have to do is to muddy the water and draw the enemy's attention."
He still felt that he had to "get down to business."
“Yes!”
The co-pilot and the staff officer sitting next to him looked surprised, looked at each other, and responded quickly.
After all, what's faster than robbery.
The three regiments of the "Monterey Division" have a total of nearly 7,000 people. All members are equipped with AK47, RPG series rocket launchers, the same RD-54 carrying equipment of the Soviet army, RPK-74 light machine guns, and two rocket launchers per person. The RGD-5 grenade still uses the SSH-40 steel helmet, TMD. People who are unfamiliar with it may think that the Soviets have invaded.
But this group of people received indeed pure American training.
Basically composed of desperadoes, drug dealers, gamblers and some gangsters, they are tough and exciting in combat.
Just to support these people, Nuevo Leon Power spends at least millions of dollars every month.
But the only advantage is that there is no pension.
Are you kidding, drug dealers don’t need this.
After four hours of long-distance attack, the "Monterey" Division entered the border area, divided its troops into three groups, and acted separately.
Because Coahuila has just been liberated, the maintenance of public security relies entirely on the Fourth Division. The border is too long and there is no one to patrol it.
The National Guard has not yet been replaced by military personnel to protect places like this.
Moo~
On the hillside, a half-grown boy was sitting cross-legged on a stone. Not far away, two cows were grazing, with their tails hanging behind them and feces still stuck to their buttocks. , the mosquitoes buzzed.
The child was sitting on a stone, holding a yellowed book in his hand, tapping his fingers on it word by word, and saying, "This is...uh?"
Encounter When he saw a word he didn’t recognize, he scratched his head, circled it with a pencil, and said, “I’ll ask the teacher later.”
When he thought of the teacher, a smile appeared on his pitch-black face.
His parents are both dead and he has been picking up garbage since he was a child. In the old Mexico era, he was forced to grow YS. When General Victor's soldiers came in, all the drug dealers were shot.
He has seen drug traffickers who bullied him being hanged!
But he was not afraid at all. Instead, a very excited mood filled his heart.
Later he was classified as a single household, but because he was young and received subsidies from the northern government, which provided him with 600 pesos a month, he was entrusted to the care of a lonely old man in the village.
Moreover, schools are set up to allow them to study. If children are not allowed to study, their families will be criticized.
The city also sent two teachers to teach them.
The candy the teacher gave me...
It’s really sweet!
They look really nice when they smile.
The child is also relatively precocious. He helps herd cattle in his spare time and carries books with him. He wants to get into a good university.
Then...
Then help more people!
Woooo~
Just when he was about to turn the book, he suddenly heard the sound of a machine. The cow also raised his head in confusion, but his mouth was still chewing hard.
The child stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw many cars driving on the road, as well as many strange armed men in military uniforms.
That uniform is not from the Northern Army at all.
He stared, panicked, and jumped down from the stone. He didn't even have time to pick up the book after it fell to the ground. He was too lazy to care about the cows and quickly took a shortcut and ran towards the village.
"It's not good! It's not good!"
The old farmer who was drying corn at the entrance of the village saw him running over and saw that he was about to step on his corn, so he shouted, "Alamein ! Don’t run! What’s going on?”
"The drug dealer is here! The drug dealer is here!"
The child shouted breathlessly.
The expression of the old farmer changed, and the faces of the villagers nearby who heard the movement also froze, and then they started shouting in panic.
Drug dealer!
No words can describe it: ferocious and extremely evil.
Many drug trafficking groups will ask for "extortion money" from the local area. As long as you pay safely, it will be no problem, but the price they charge is completely beyond the reach of ordinary people.
So, some people resisted.
There is a village in the state of Michoacán called Texcaltitlan. The Michoacán family came here to ask for money. The villagers who couldn't bear it fought with the drug dealers, killing ten people and himself. Four.
This aroused the dissatisfaction of the Michoacan family. They sent people to kidnap the village chief and his son, as well as three village policemen and dozens of villagers and execute them!
Massacres, extermination of villages, and even forcing female villagers to sell sex, and drug trafficking of children are common.
"They will kill us! No, no, let's go!" A man shouted with fear in his eyes, screaming, and running around like a fly.
Bang!
A gunshot!
Everyone at the entrance of the village fell silent.
I saw a man with a scar on his face, half of his nose missing, and a slight limp wearing a cowboy hat and holding an M9 pistol in his hand. His voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that his vocal cords had been injured. hurt.
"Why panic! Everyone has entered a state of war. Cali, you take the militia to get firearms. Kilt, take the old, weak, sick and disabled to the cave in the back mountain. Mikasa, call the surrounding towns for help!"
< br>Everyone whose name was called responded.
Everyone calmed down when they saw him and had a backbone.
Victor has implemented the "militia policy" very early. First, it can provide him with sufficient soldiers and reduce the training period for new recruits. Second, it can allow them to protect themselves, especially when they face drug traffickers in border areas.
This village has a population of 400, and all young men and women have undergone military training.
The bullets fired by men and women are equally lethal.
They were also equipped with weapons, but of course not too many, 30 assault rifles, an M249 machine gun, 2 rocket launchers, 5 artillery shells, and 20,000 rounds of ammunition.
Only the village chief has the key, and he will send someone to check it every week. If the account cannot be reconciled, he will go to jail.
The village chief Lebua Bogdo walked up to the yelling villager and looked at him with evil eyes. The other person's eyes flickered and his head was lowered.
“Isn’t he just a drug dealer? What are you afraid of!”
"I followed General Victor on an expedition from east to west. After 21 battles, I killed 318 drug dealers and captured 76 alive. In the last battle, the entire platoon died and I was the only one left. I resisted the drug dealer for three hours in a row. Attack, when I was dug out of the dead, I was still biting the drug dealer's ear, bah! The bastard's meat smells!"
"The general recognized my bravery and awarded me a pistol himself. ." He clapped the M9 pistol in his hand and looked at everyone.
The child Alamein looked at him with gleaming eyes, clenched his fist tightly, and was excited all over.
“What did I see when I came to the village? Poor ghosts, drug dealers, orphans, prostitutes!”
“What happened when I came?”
"Poor people have money in their pockets, drug dealers are beaten to death, orphans have books to read, and prostitutes wear clothes!"
Village chief Lebua Bogdo took a deep breath, "The general treats us well. The only option is to fight to the death, everyone, are you just going to watch your home being destroyed again?"
"Take up a gun and resist!"
"If I die in the battle, please tell me. My eldest brother, who was raised by his parents, has become a general. Long live General Victor!"
The sound of biting vocal cords was deafening.
Alamein raised his little hands, "Long live General Victor!!!"
The militia members who ran over with guns also shouted.
“Let’s go, Alamein, follow me.”
The village cadre named Gilt wore glasses and pulled the child when he came up.
“I won’t leave, I want to stay and fight!”
The village chief Lebua Bogdo took an M249 machine gun from the militiamen. Hearing Alamein's words, he looked at him, walked over and touched his head.
"Village Chief, I want to stay." Alamein said stubbornly, looking at the other person's face, Lebua Bogdo suddenly smiled.
The face injured by the bomb had a "ferocious" smile. The first time he saw him, Alamein was frightened and cried.
Now...his eyes are red.
"Little brat, I'm not dead yet. You have to fight, and I have to grow up for you. Leave quickly. It won't be your turn until we are all dead."
The village cadre pulled him beside him, "Yes, let's go, don't delay the village chief and the others."
Alamein pursed his lips. Lebua Bogdo buttoned up his clothes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Don't cry, why are you crying, a man!"
"Remember to eat more , you are too thin.”
“Victor’s soldiers need to be strong”
"Go away."
Lebua Bogdo slapped Alamein on the head, and the latter was dragged away, crying.
He took a deep breath, "The first squad controls the commanding heights, the second squad holds the crater on the left side of the village entrance, and the third squad is inside the house, proceeding according to the exercise plan."
"The first squad follows me. "
"Class 2, follow me."
"Class Three..."
The squad leader shouted, leading the men into the fighting position.
…
“Sir, Taos Village has arrived.”
Javier Basque was sitting in the car, and a second lieutenant ran over and said.
He was the officer who persuaded General Federico Ferrari Orsi to massacre the village.
With open triangular eyes and white lower eyes, he looks a bit scary.
Getting off the car, he looked into the distance, but he was relatively short, less than 160cm tall, and could not see clearly ahead. Of course, he was much taller than the Japanese god of war, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi.
"Help me up." He pointed to the hood of the off-road vehicle next to him and said that he wanted to stand up and take a look.
The second lieutenant was startled and said hesitantly, "Sir, this is too dangerous."
"Hahaha, are you still afraid of snipers? I'll just look at the location." Javier Basque smiled and waved his hand.
Seeing how determined he was, the second lieutenant had no choice but to obey him.
Standing on the hood, you can indeed see the village in the distance.
This side is surrounded by mountains, so we can only charge on three sides, but... why is there no one?
Have you been discovered? !
He lowered his head and shouted to the soldiers below to charge.
Bang!
A short gunshot startled the birds in the woods outside the village.
Javier Basque's head "collapsed" and half of his face was gone. Blood instantly poured on the second lieutenant's face. The latter stared and his pupils shrank.
The body fell off the SUV.
Lying on the ground...
The surrounding Monterey Division soldiers were stunned!
The commander was sniped? ! !
“Kill!”
“Slaughter this village!”
After Javier Basque fell, a major battalion commander took over the command and shouted angrily.
A few minutes ago...
On a rooftop in the village, two militiamen were lying on their stomachs, holding M16 series rifles in their hands.
They were obviously surprised to see so many drug dealers, but who would have thought that at this moment, a man who looked like a commander climbed onto the hood and pointed fingers.
"Chavez, can you kill him?" A young-looking militiaman asked his companion next to him.
The latter gestured at the distance and said, "I'll try!"
The companion nodded, a little nervous.
Among the entire militia company, Chavez’s marksmanship is the best. He even participated in the militia competition held by the Fourth Marine Division and came just short of second place. The very big officer said After he joins the army, give him the rank of second lieutenant.
Chavez looked at Javier Basque. After calming down, he could hear his heart pounding. He took a deep breath, three points and one line.
Shoot decisively!
The bullet comes out!
In the blink of an eye, the person standing on the off-road vehicle fell off.
"Well done!" The companion shouted excitedly.
Chavez smiled shyly.
At this moment, the drug dealers outside were obviously furious and charged towards the village.
The battle begins instantly!
Back mountain.
Listening to the gunshots below, everyone turned around.
“Let’s go! Stop looking.” Gilt touched Alamein’s head.
“I swear to the Seychelles River that I will kill all the drug dealers!!!”
The Seychelles is a river next to it that has nurtured its people for many years.
Gilt sighed.
……
Tijuana.
The weather was foggy.
It's raining lightly.
The roads are full of vehicles, honking their horns and swearing.
And in a very private hospital.
Quietly!
Everyone inside stood straight.
There were only heart-rending screams in the delivery room.
Victor sat quietly, his eyelids trembling.
Today is...former secretary Krista Schroeder gives birth.
Casare next to him smiled and said, "Boss, don't worry too much, it's okay. We have the best doctors in Mexico here."
Victor raised his head and looked at him, Fatty Ka I have lost a lot of weight recently. Since my mother died, my emotions have been suppressed for a long time before I calmed down.
His younger brother Tian graduated early and was assigned to the guard's office as a confidant. He only had to work for two years and would definitely have to move to a higher position.
He nodded, "You have to rest recently, and the dark circles under your eyes are getting thicker."
Casare felt warm in his heart.
Crack~
The lights in the operating room dimmed.
When he saw the door open and the doctor come out, Casare hurriedly stood up and ran over, "How is the doctor?"
For those who didn't know, I thought his wife was giving birth.
"Mother and child are safe, weighing 8 pounds." The female doctor said with a smile.
Casare laughed, "Boss! You are a father!"
Victor came over and said that it was impossible not to be excited, and took the child from the doctor's hands. , this is the first time to be a father.
Looking at him with his eyes closed, he felt a sense of blood connection.
The little thing kicked its short legs and blew bubbles from its mouth, and Victor smiled.
The all-powerful Northern Army leader outside actually showed a gentle expression at this time.
Standing nearby were Minister of Propaganda Goebbels, Chief of Guard Joseph Joffre, Deputy Governor Casare, Intelligence Department George Smiley, Jason Bourne, etc. all looked happy.
The general has a queen!
This means that their small group has a target of allegiance in the future.
Everyone looked at this "little prince" with soft eyes.
If the first wife cannot give birth to a son in the future, then this will be their "king!"
Loyalty! !
At this moment, the nurse came out pushing the mobile bed, and Krista Schroeder was lying on it with a pale face.
Seeing her like this, even Victor, who had a cold nature, felt a little guilty. After all, when a woman gives birth to a child, she is really fighting against death.
It was a walk in hell.
"Thank you~" Victor whispered.
Christa Schroeder smiled, "Let me see."
Putting the child next to her, looking at the chubby face, the woman's face also showed smile.
She looked at Victor, "General, give him a name."
As she spoke, there was pleading in her eyes.
Casare and others stood aside and became quiet for a moment.
They all know that Krista Schroeder is raised in an outer room by the eldest son. If they are willing to use the surname "Vieri", it means they will accept him.
On the contrary, just be an outsider.
Victor looked down at his chubby son and touched his little face.
“From now on, he will be called Caesar Napoleon Vieri!”
Casare’s eyes widened suddenly.
Goebbels squinted his eyes and smiled.
Christa Schroeder immediately burst into tears of joy.
……
(End of this chapter)