Chapter 364 Why can’t American orthodoxy be in Mexico?
When Casare heard the name, he opened his mouth and finally became quiet.
Victor handed his son over to the nurse and gave a few instructions to the doctors, asking them to use the best medical equipment to take care of Krista Schroeder.
"The security level here has been upgraded to the highest level. Also, I don't want to hear anyone spreading this news outside."
"Understood!"
"Understood."
Goebbels, who was in charge of the public opinion window, and Joseph Joffre, the captain of the bodyguard, responded.
Victor is not one of those drug dealers who went for plastic surgery to avoid being chased, and then killed the doctor after the plastic surgery.
For legal targets, he prefers to use "interest bundling" methods, such as increasing the salaries of doctors and nurses, and providing better treatment to their families and children.
After coming out of the hospital, the bodyguards outside had already driven over, all of them Mercedes-Benz cars. Victor randomly picked one and got in.
"When the child turns one year old, will you be responsible for baptizing him? I want you to be his godfather."
As soon as Casare came in, he was startled when he heard the boss's words, and then shook his head. Waving his hands, "How can I have this qualification..."
"If you don't have it, then who in the world has it?"
"We are brothers, and my child will be your child as promised. , If something happens to me that day, Caesar will still need your care." Victor clapped his hand.
When Casare heard this, his nose felt a little sour.
After all, Tuogu is a matter of extreme trust in both the East and the West. He stopped being pretentious, nodded and said hello.
After the fleet is launched.
He pondered for a moment and asked, "Boss, is the name Caesar a bit too big? Do you want to raise him as your legitimate son in the future?"
The eldest son's name is Caesar Napoleon Vier. Here, could it be that the son of the first wife was named Brutus Wellington Vieri?
Destined enemies?
Upon hearing this, Victor leaned back, rubbed his swollen neck, and said with a smile, "If Europe can produce the Capetian dynasty, why can't the Habsburg family produce the Vieri dynasty?"
Casare's brain shut down a bit, and then he was stunned.
In modern civilization, do you still want to implement the enfeoffment system?
"Holy Rome is not holy, Super America is not super, why can't their orthodoxy be in Mexico?"
Okay...
This kind of unrealistic ambition sometimes sounds ridiculous, but if Victor said it, it would be a bit imaginative.
Will the legitimate son be called: Washington in the future?
Good guy...
Washington is Victor’s son, it’s exciting to think about it.
Casare pinched the bridge of his nose, "What a grand plan."
"Of course the first thing we have to do is kill the drug dealers!"
When the motorcade reached a red light, George Smiley ran out of the front car and knocked on the glass.
"What's wrong?"
Victor pulled down the window and asked when he saw the other party's anxious look.
"General, a force of more than 5,000 people from Nuevo León has entered Coahuila!"
"Why panic!"
"Convey the information to the staff, let them coordinate with the front line, and command the troops to kill them!"
"Understood." George Smiley took a deep breath, Get on the phone and start coordinating.
"It seems that he has met a ruthless person. He doesn't want his family anymore and is starting to prepare to beat the old master to death with random punches. Rommel will suffer a little loss when he encounters such a person." Victor smiled. explain.
Not worried at all.
Is it possible to fight back to Tijuana?
Casare nodded slightly, "There are a lot of drug dealers after all."
"No matter what, we must conquer Nuevo Leon. Can the Falcon Reservoir there solve the problem? There is no water problem. Aren’t the Yankees planning to come over in two days? If you want to cease the war, cede this place to us!”
The Falcon Reservoir is very important to the border between the two countries, and McCain on the American side! London relies on this and its water monopoly to impose economic sanctions on Mexico.
It may not be easy to get it.
"The situation in the United States is not right, and they also want to completely resolve the dispute with Mexico." Casare said.
"Old Bush's body should make it impossible for him to serve as president again. Perhaps, an early election is needed."
When Victor heard this, "Are you going to die?"
"Not necessarily, just a little worse."
"God bless him...die soon." Victor made a cross on his chest.
God should listen to Victor, right?
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Fourth Marine Division Headquarters.
Rommel looked solemn.
The frontline troops reported frequent successes. The Northern Route Army has conquered 7 small towns and reached the important city of Vallecillo, which is less than 200 kilometers away from Monterrey.
The whole territory can be recovered with just a glance.
The drug dealer did this to himself again.
“The Monterey Division made a surprise attack from the center into Coahuila. They only have two things in mind. One is to disrupt the situation of the battle, let us come back for reinforcements, and give us a beating on the way!”
"Two, cut off the retreat of the feigning attack troops, attack from both sides with the drug traffickers, and defeat the Western Route Army."
A staff officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel said on the map with a stick.
"Which friendly unit is the closest?" Rommel asked in a deep voice.
"Stationed in the southeastern part of Durango State is the Fifth Regiment of the 1st Marine Division, which is undergoing rest and recuperation. The regiment commander is..." The staff officer next to him hurriedly opened the "Address Book" and checked, "Colonel William Guderian "
"Ask for reinforcements from the First Marine Division and ask them to enter Coavivera to protect the rear of our feigned attack force!"
"Will they save us?" someone asked.
"According to the "Wartime Doctrine": Anyone who fails to rescue friendly forces will be punished as a deserter!" Rommel looked solemn, "then apply to the high command."
In order to prevent the "friendly troops are in trouble, I watch the show" scenario from appearing on the battlefield, Victor punished those who refused to save others severely.
“Yes, sir!”
Rommel hammered the table hard.
Fuck!
I was tricked by drug dealers.
At this time, there was a place called Savelian Village 60 miles behind the West Route Army.
Meaning: hometown of warriors.
Two regiments led by Federico Ferrari Orsi stormed here and bombarded 4.5 square kilometers of land with the artillery they carried.
Four thousand drug dealers stormed towards it.
While Fedor von Bock was fighting on the front line, he also preferred stability, so he placed a glorious company here.
Company A, Battalion A, 336th Regiment, 4th Marine Division.
This unit was originally the 112th Mexican Regiment, the army that brought order to the chaos and made great achievements when attacking the industrial park. It was later established as one of the main regiments.
In later expeditions to the north and south, he also made many military exploits. The first regiment commander Vasily now serves as the deputy commander of the 4th Marine Division.
Company A, with 276 people in total, is responsible for protecting the feint attack troops!
Tu tu tu tu…
Bang bang bang...
The village was filled with gunshots.
Two soldiers supported a comrade to retreat back. The drug dealer behind them shot at them. The bullet penetrated the leg of the man on the right, and he knelt on the ground with a scream.
Wearing a mask, with fierce eyes.
"Phyllis, go quickly!! I'll give you the rear." After saying that, he sat down and fired with a gun. The drug dealer behind him shrank his head in fear.
"Surrender, we will give preferential treatment to the prisoners!" the drug dealer shouted with a loudspeaker.
"Only Victor soldiers who died in battle have never surrendered to drug dealers! I joined the army not to surrender! Bastard!" Phyllis roared.
"Ah!!!" his face turned red.
Pick up the injured comrade in the middle, take off the pull buckle he carries with him, and buckle it on the back of the injured comrade in the back.
“Let me go, Phyllis!”
"We are brothers, I will take you home!"
He patted each other's helmet.
With a roar, the man carrying nearly 100 kilograms of equipment stood up and dragged his comrades back.
Bullets and shells flew past his ears.
The comrades on the ground continued to sweep with their guns.
The smashed car next to it was still on fire.
Phyllis' breathing was rough, and there was a smell of rust in her nose, which was the smell of blood.
Poof...
The left leg was shot!
Phyllis fell heavily to the ground, and his comrades fell down, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The drug dealers stood up and rushed over.
Thud, tug, tug...
Phyllis was loaded with four or five bullets, vomiting blood, took out a grenade from his clothes, struggled to pull the lead, held it down with his thumb, and stuffed it. into one's own clothes.
Four or five drug dealers came up and looked at him condescendingly, pointing their guns at him.
Phyllis looked at the sky, and he seemed to see a woman leaning at the door, looking at him, "Mom, you can't go back."
The hand in his arms loosened.
The drug dealer suddenly opened his eyes!
Crash! ! !
The explosion took away the drug dealers around him.
Let’s go to hell together!
In Hell, Victor's soldiers are even stronger!
This is just the abbreviation for the war situation in Savillian Village.
A Company 300 versus 4000!
Fighting back and forth for the commanding heights in this village
In the highest church.
It was littered with corpses.
It was robbed four times by drug dealers, and the company commander personally led the soldiers to snatch it back. The sculpture of God stood in the middle of the open space, looking at the two sides fighting with empty eyes.
You said...
Do you think humans are ridiculous when it falls to the ground?
"Get it back! Get the church back!!" The drug dealer outside roared and threw the grenade in, which exploded three times.
There are no fireworks in the sky, just like the goddess scattering flowers.
Four or five drug dealers rushed in and exchanged fire with the Northern Army inside.
Blood splattered in Jesus’ eyes.
He finally shed tears.
But in the next second, a grenade fell at his feet. With a bang, the two-meter-high sculpture fell apart in an instant.
Jesus…
Can’t save himself on the battlefield. Gotta get a gun, bastard!
Outside the village.
Advisor Federico Ferrari Orsi looked anxious.
6 hours!
4,000 people fought for six hours, MD, and a whole village was defeated!
"Are all the Northern troops inside superhuman? Fill in! Keep asking people to fill in!" He pushed the little leader in front of him and shouted.
When the war has reached this point, all other tricks are useless. It just depends on who has the toughness.
The Monterey Division still knew that the person standing here was the commander, otherwise, he would have been killed directly.
"The losses are too serious. We lost two companies." A bearded man said in a muffled voice.
Federico Ferrari Orsi took a deep breath, "No matter how great the damage is, we must deal with it, otherwise, we will have to die here!"
"Then why Don't rush." Someone said in a low voice.
Suddenly, the whole space became quiet.
Everyone looked at him with strange eyes.
Federico's heart trembled. He glanced at the anxious battlefield and his eyelids trembled. He was airborne after all. The people of the Monterey Division didn't recognize him at all. You stand behind and give blind orders while the brothers in front rush forward. .
Isn’t this asking us to die?
“Give me a gun!” Federico roared and grabbed an AK from the drug dealer next to him. “Follow me! If anyone runs away, I will kill him first! I can’t take Savillian Village. We are all going to die here, we won’t go back!”
After that, he rushed towards the village with his head set.
The drug dealer leader behind him took one look and had no choice but to follow him.
The two sides were fighting in a small village.
The coolness of war is cruelty.
After receiving Rommel's "request for support", the Tijuana headquarters issued an order to the First Marine Division in Durango State.
Although division commander Sigmut List was unhappy, he also understood the consequences of refusing to save others and disobeying military orders, so he could only issue combat orders to the fifth regiment.
Guderian was very decisive when he received the order.
Three battalions were ordered to go to the rescue, and one battalion continued to be stationed in place, because they were only one step away from "Zacatecas State". If they didn't hold on here, it would be ridiculous to be counterattacked.
The CH-47 transport helicopters sent from the four divisions carried 170 vanguard troops to reinforce. The rest of the troops can drive by themselves.
Guderian personally led the team.
The Air Force also dispatched reconnaissance planes to conduct reconnaissance of the enemy and relay the news to the front lines of the troops.
"Sir, the command asked us to go to Savillian Village!"
Guderian frowned, "Map!"
The staff officer hurriedly spread out the map, pointed on it, and found the exact location, "The drug dealer has been blocked here for six hours."
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"How many defenders are there?"
The staff officer said solemnly, "One company."
"How many?!" Guderian thought he heard wrongly and turned his head to look. Looking at him.
"Less than 300 people."
The leader of the fifth regiment took a deep breath, "Speed up! Order the leading troops to reinforce. Is there a small road that can pass through?"
"Here, we can pass through. A canyon in "Zacatecas State" can be reached directly, which can save about 2 hours of travel, but it is very dangerous..."
"The fifth group has enjoyed danger since ancient times!"
"Change! Road, forward! ”
"Yes!"
The staff officer responded, picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order.
The convoy immediately changed direction.
Support!
Friendly forces!
When the Battle of Nuevo León began.
Popovich in Mexico City received the news.
Blisters suddenly appeared in my mouth.
A bit angry.
We called everyone over, but at the meeting, there was no way to put forward effective opinions. Instead, everyone was arguing and shirking responsibility, which meant that no information about the attack was received, and it was so-and-so. 's fault.
"Enough!"
Popovich stood up and slapped the table. The younger brother Aldous Wendell next to him looked at the people below with an unkind expression.
As soon as the door behind him opened, several armed men with guns rushed in.
The conference room, which looked like a vegetable market, suddenly became quiet.
Popovich waved his hand and the armed men left.
He was able to take this position because he understood the importance of the barrel of a gun. With the help of his family, he established the Guard, and his position within the Institutional Party was instantly stable.
"How long are you going to quarrel! Are you waiting for Victor to call in? Is this still the time for internal strife? I tell you, if any of you makes me unhappy, I will make him unhappy!"
Popovich snorted coldly.
Politicians below, look at me and I will look at you.
"Sir, we must save Nuevo León. Monterrey respects us very much and it is the only territory of the Institutional Party. If we don't save it, more people will definitely be dissatisfied." Sitting An old man at the lower right hand position spoke.
Very old.
This is General Francisco Pancho, the old man of the Institutional Party, 72 years old, and the current Secretary of Defense.
How funny, there are three defense talkers in Mexico.
One in the north, one in the so-called orthodox center, and one in the south for drug dealers.
It is simply a warlord melee.
But this Francisco Pancho is a real living fossil of the army. He was born in Mexico City in 1919, joined the army in 1939, and then joined the Mexican Expeditionary Force in 1942 to participate in the battle against the Japanese in the Philippines.
Killed 4 little Japs with my own hands.
He was awarded the U.S. Medal of Merit. After returning, he continued to serve in the army, and after retirement, he was appointed Secretary of Defense by Popovich.
This old man also has a very decent style. He will often use his salary to help the poor, and he strictly prohibits his children and relatives from selling, transporting and taking drugs. He is also the only one in Mexico.
I had conflicts with drug dealers several times.
But his status is too sensitive. Many people are his fans, including the arrested "godfather" Gallardo, who regard him as an idol. During holidays, they will even send gifts in person or by others.
In the army, many people are his disciples and disciples.
With such a status, if you want to kill him... is it necessary? The old man doesn't have a few years to live anyway.
The main reason why he is helping the Institutional Party now is—stubbornness!
Francisco Pancho believes that Victor in the north is a rebel and the drug dealers in the south are bastards. They have not been elected. Only the Institutional Party in the center is in line with the Constitution.
Victor also sent people to invite him, and when Casare was in power, he came to recruit him personally, but he was rejected.
He is only loyal to the Constitution!
Hearing what he said, Popovich was also a little nervous. He didn't have much territory. If there were no more in Nuevo Leon, he might as well have grown up in a village.
"What should we do? Is there any good way?" someone asked urgently.
"How about...making peace with Victor?" someone said whimsically.
General Francisco Pancho glanced at the idiot who was speaking, "Do you think the winner will negotiate with the loser?"
"That beast only wants more."
< br>"What we can do now is to be forced to launch a war and use the name of the ruling party to scold Victor to stop the war. Of course, this is of little use, but it can allow us to stand in a weak place and then send reinforcements from other states to attack the Northern Army. Stations, such as Michoacán and Jalisco, have very long defense lines, and it is impossible for the Northern Army to hold them all."
"The most important thing is to report to the United Nations..."
< br>General Francisco Pancho paused, "Ask them to send peacekeeping troops to intervene. As long as someone sends troops in, the Northern Army will not use large-scale weapons so frequently."
"It's best to let the US military come."
"Will the Americans come?" Popovich was a little skeptical.
The United States has only 55 peacekeepers in the world...
Yes, that's all.
Garrisoning troops does not mean peacekeeping!
They all go there to destroy the local peace.
General Francisco Pancho looked at this "idiot" and almost became angry. Do you have to explain everything so clearly?
But simply, there are still smart people below.
"You mean, allow the United States to station troops?!!!" Someone shouted at the top of his voice, and his voice raised several dimensions at once.
Everyone looked at him in shock.
The old general also felt blushing.
After the US-Mexico War, the Mexicans were unhappy with each other and ceded 2.3 million square kilometers of land, equivalent to another Mexico.
Now you let them come in and garrison like this...
Not to mention whether the Americans are willing, many of our own people are not willing!
Admiral Francisco Pancho said nothing and looked at Popovich. He was an old man who only offered opinions.
The latter's expression suddenly changed.
Only Americans are willing to come if they can benefit from it.
What to give?
"You all go out, the old general stays here for a while."
The others looked at each other and walked out sighing.
"You also go out." Popovich said to his brother.
Aldous Wendell was unhappy, but he went out obediently.
"What can we give the Americans, sir." Popovich looked at General Francisco Pancho and asked, before the other party could say anything, he said it himself.
"How about ceding Nuevo Leon to the United States?"
The defense minister's eyes widened immediately.
Damn it!
I just hope that the United States will station troops to fight against Victor. It would be better for you. This is directly cutting away the land of our ancestors.
This...
How to face the public?
General Francisco Pancho suddenly felt bad.
"I want you to visit the United States, and any conditions can be negotiated!"
As expected, nothing good happened.
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(End of this chapter)