Chapter 367 Victor started to open his bloody mouth!


Chapter 367 Victor started to open his bloody mouth!

Frontline.

Del Oro!

This important southern city in the state of Coahuila is solemn, and the streets are full of chrysanthemums symbolizing longing.

The silence is a little sad.

On Victor Square.

There are hundreds of coffins, draped with the Mexican flag symbolizing courage. Lying inside are the members of A Company who died in the battle for "Savilian Village".

Some had their skulls shattered by bombs and were beyond recognition, but in order to allow them to go on the road with peace of mind, they still found the undertaker to repair them for a long time.

Many of the bodies even had shrapnel left on them.

General Kennedy, the commander-in-chief of the army, is wearing a military uniform.

Behind him were Rommel of the 4th Marine Division and Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock.

There are hundreds of soldiers up and down.

Amidst the low mourning music, the soldiers of honor slowly entered the scene and carried the coffin into the C-130 transport aircraft.

“Shot!”

Bang!

Bang!

The bullet was tilted at 45° and resounded through the sky!

The transport plane soared into the sky, like a big bird rushing towards freedom.

The flight from Del Oro to Tijuana took more than two hours, and the entire journey was clearly marked, and towers along the way expressed silence.

When arriving at the capital.

It was already raining lightly in the sky.

Many foreign representatives went to take shelter from the rain.

And Victor stood in the rain wearing a military uniform, quietly watching the plane circle overhead three times before landing slowly.

“He is quite inviting.” Diane Rodham hid under the eaves, muttering, but her voice was not quiet.

But no one paid attention to her.

I just feel like this is a crazy woman, don’t you know what to say when?

When he was beaten, he howled.

As a soldier, Donald admired Victor's behavior very much. Only a nation that respects soldiers has hope.

Ten forty-five in the morning.

The transport plane landed at Tijuana Victor International Airport, and the honor guard fired 275 shots into the sky, symbolizing the 275 martyrs of Company A, of which only one person was left alive.

At this time, he was sitting in a wheelchair, with tears in his eyes, and no good flesh on his body, but his life was saved, with two doctors behind him.

Victor walked to the transport plane hatch.

"I'll do it." He whispered to the guard of honor and stretched out his hand to lift the coffin. He patted the coffin with a heavy weight on his shoulder and said, "Go home."

Casare Wiping his eyes, he followed, took a corner from other honor guards, and walked forward solemnly in the heavy rain.

Place the coffin in the designated location.

The national anthem began to play, and Victor stroked his chest and sang loudly. The rainwater entered his mouth, with a salty taste.

After the song was sung, according to the procedure, Victor presented a flower basket. He was soaked from top to bottom. Under the gaze of reporters and thousands of participants, he walked to the coffin group and stood alone. Kneeling on his knees, a grown man's eyes were red.

A tough guy was choking.

Reporters recorded this scene and spread it through television.

Millions of people in Mexico and around the world saw Victor's respect for the fallen soldiers, a leader taking a knee, also rare in world history.

Donald looked at this scene and sighed softly.

If it weren't for his different stance, if he were decades younger and served as a soldier under such a leader, every soldier would be willing to do so.

Victor knelt down.

If the CIA wants to dismantle him within the military, it will probably be a dead end. He has a personality cult all in one!

This is destined to become an iconic historical moment.

After mourning towards the coffin for a few minutes, Victor stood up slowly and turned around. He looked at everyone, raised his hands and clenched his fists, "Long live the great Mexican warrior!!"

"Everything is for the motherland. Long live the martyrs!”

It rained heavily that day.

The soldiers below saw a man with his hands raised high. Casare felt a heat filling his chest. He raised his hands and shouted angrily, "Long live!"

Then dozens of people, then hundreds of people, and finally the entire venue cheered!

at a residential complex in Tijuana.

The two boys sitting on the ground stopped playing with the toys in their hands. One of them, a half-year-old boy, suddenly jumped up, "Long live! Long live the Mexican anti-drug war! Long live Victor!"

" Brother!" He turned to look at his younger brother who was still nursing, and shouted excitedly, "When I grow up, I want to be a soldier. If I die and I lie in the coffin and people outside cheer for me, then How cool it is."

He said, walked into the room, took out a military hat, put it on his head, and gave a very cursory salute to his nursing brother. He looked a bit nondescript, but his expression was serious.

"Brother, I will protect you like a father, I am a soldier!"

The younger brother opened his eyes, and then he seemed to understand, his eyebrows curved, and then he shouted and clapped.

Although he couldn't speak clearly, he must be very happy.

"Dear comrades, please wait for us. When Mexico is full of dandelions, I will come to you. When the time comes, please don't forget me."

Victor's voice was filled with concern. Best wishes for the future.

In the Venezuelan camp, only Nicolás Maro Moro was left. Everyone else was in the rain. He looked at Victor, slightly lost in thought, and then raised his hands and shouted.

He didn't know what to shout.

But he knew that just shouting was the right thing to do.

Luz Inasi Lou da Silva looked at him with complicated eyes. In his eyes...

The figures of Victor and Che Guevara overlapped.

“Maybe the savior of Latin America has really come.”

The memorial service lasted until 2 p.m., and military vehicles carried the coffin to the national cemetery, where the family members will pay their respects.

And in this gap.

Victor wants to meet the American delegation.

"Boss, go take a bath." Casare said, passing the towel.

“No, it’s not that pretentious, let’s go.”

He acted resolutely and led a group of people into the reception hall inside the airport. Of course, there could not be more than a hundred people sitting in it, only a few important people were there.

As soon as Victor came in, he didn’t say any greetings and went straight to the point, “How do you want to negotiate? We’ve also shown you our demands. Do you agree?”

Donald was startled and frowned. .

Victor has many demands.

Including canceling the damming of reservoirs on the upper reaches of the Colorado River, and canceling the previous agreement between the Mexican government and the United States to provide water resources to the United States every five years.

The agency business of American companies in Mexico in the old Mexican era is not recognized.

Require the United States to recognize the North as the only legitimate government.

Blah blah blah.

There are more than 40 in total.

And Mexico only has one.

It will sign a peace treaty with the United States and will not intensify the conflict between the two parties.

Don’t take the initiative to fire the first shot.

Donald Rumsfeld said solemnly, "Maybe we should sit down and talk."

Victor looked at his watch, "Of course!"

Casa next to him Lei very discerningly pulled out the chair and asked the boss to sit down.

"You only have ten minutes, no, there are still eight minutes."

"You should express goodwill in the negotiation, Victor, you must know that your approach is exacerbating the conflict between the two countries and is not rational. If there is a dispute, it's all your fault," Diane Rodham said with a frown.

"You just fell in love with her?" Victor asked Casare.

The latter was stunned and laughed sarcastically.

"Your husband can't satisfy you just because he's messing around outside. Otherwise, come and be my brother, and I can satisfy you with whatever political ideal you want."

! ! ! !

Donald was dumbfounded and rubbed his temples.

The chest of Diane Rodham was so angry that it swelled hard.

“Don’t agree?”

Victor slapped the table, “I don’t agree with what you said! Let me take a step back? Do you Americans put your butt on your face? What does it look like? Son, let me tell you, I remember that Raytheon Company and a few idiots launched missiles towards Tijuana before. If you want to negotiate, I will only negotiate to give you face. If you don’t agree, there is no guarantee that Raytheon Company will be allowed to do so tomorrow. There is not a single high-level person left, and no one who has offended me, Victor, will live to see the sun tomorrow.”

"TMD, shame on you, you don't agree, and we don't recognize the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. Sooner or later, I'm going to get those states back!"

"Go away, go back and prepare. Deploy troops for a decisive battle." Victor snorted coldly, turned around and left without stopping at all.

Just flipped the table over.

Do you think I am playing country with you?

Diane Rodham had never seen Victor before, so she was directly frightened by his ferocious appearance.

He... doesn't know how to hit women, right?

Anyway, it’s easy.

Donald Rumsfeld knew this would happen!

The U.S. policy of treating other Latin American countries as its own back garden is correct. If its butt is on fire, it is really on fire. Look at Mexico now. If the football team kicks the ball even a little bit, the football is considered a smuggler.

But I took precautions early and guarded late, but I still saw a ghost.

Who knew that Cuba was not doing well, but Mexico was rising right under its nose and began to be able to attack the United States.

There are currently two factions in the United States.

The first is the dove faction, which is to maintain peace with Mexico and try not to have conflicts. It is mainly composed of some peaceful people, financial giants and grassroots farmers.

The second is the hawks. Taking advantage of the fact that the other side has not completely unified Mexico, they directly send troops to suppress the northern regime. The necessary sacrifices are acceptable. Even if all the border cities are blown up, it will still be better than in the future. It was comfortable to be lifted off the table at the negotiation table.

Donald Rumsfeld is one of them.

There are also some bosses of the military-industrial complex and some careerists.

Fight or talk...

The acting president chose peace talks.

The political world cannot afford another change.

The American elite just wants a stable transition of power.

“Wait!”

Just as Victor was about to walk out with his left foot, Donald Rumsfeld finally spoke.

"Sit down, Victor, don't use this little trick, we can continue to talk."

"Mexicans' water resources must be in our hands!"


"Okay."

Victor smiled and sat back again, "There are still four minutes."

Donald sighed and started a "tit-for-tat" with Victor

Half an hour later.

Victor walked out of the conference room satisfied.

He also stretched out his hand to shake Donald's hand, "Old Minister of Defense, if the Americans don't want to see you in the future, you can come to Mexico, where I can appoint you as the Minister of Defense!"
< br>The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I am an American, and I will not betray my motherland."

Victor smiled and didn't care.

Today's negotiation results were reported back to the country, and he was somewhat upset.

Before leaving, he smiled meaningfully at Diane Rodham next to him.

"You really gave your grandson-in-law a big backdoor." She didn't dare to confront Victor. After all, he was a real madman and could really beat him, while Donald "had rules" people.

Hearing her slightly sarcastic words, the old man did not start a fight with him.

He really wanted to do something.

But the United States is full of bureaucracy, and it is difficult for them to take the lead. If Donald does not agree to this kind of thing, it will take a long time.

Donald understood that after he went back this time, he would probably be a scapegoat. He would become a lot older all of a sudden.

“Hey!”

Someone has to do this. The United States cannot continue to be in chaos.

Now the Soviet Union is not even as dangerous as Mexico.

Victor…

But a militant.

Diane Rodham glanced at him, snorted coldly, and left with her people, not even bothering to go to the hotel, and went straight to the airport.

"Old General..." The subordinates standing behind Donald looked at him worriedly. The former's feet went weak, and the latter hurriedly supported him.

"It's okay, let's go."

Seeing Victor bullying this old man, his back was a little desolate.

However, the negotiation process was indeed fruitful.

Agree to dismantle the water conservancy projects on the river and not interfere with farmers' mutual water use.

Secondly, companies and individuals who agree to Mexico's own handling of "criminal activities" in Mexico.

Another point is that by reopening the border between the two countries, Victor cannot expel Americans or prevent the normal development of American companies.

As for compensation.

Willing to compensate US$670 million.

Of course this money came from the Raytheon Company.

Victor cannot deliberately create border conflicts, and must ensure that artillery shells do not fall into the United States during the anti-drug war.

Victor agreed with all of these.

The main reason was that the small-scale conflict with the United States caused a high casualty rate for the US military, more than the entire Gulf War. Internal peace activists began to raise flags again, and the drug traffickers who were let go by Victor were causing public security problems. , the consequences of the death of the black leader are not over yet.

Anyway, the BUFF stacks are full and it’s a mess.

The situation is similar to that in the Soviet Union.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief to see who died first.

Victor also wanted to regain his old land, but his military capabilities were still insufficient, so he could only agree to peace talks.

"Goebbels, write a good report on this news. I want all Mexicans to know that we defeated the United States!"

The Propaganda Minister nodded vigorously.

“The myth of America’s invincibility has been shattered.”

When Diane Rodham and her entourage rushed to the airport and were sitting in the private plane to rest, An American official who was going to the airport supermarket to buy something rushed over in a hurry, looked around nervously, walked up to her and whispered something in her ear.

“Are you serious?”

"Yeah! He said that he came to see you on behalf of the central government and hopes that you can help. It is best to help lead the way with the arms company. They are willing to support Mr. William Jefferson as president."

Diane. Rodham's heart moved, "How can they help? They can't even protect themselves!"

The official said in a low voice.

“They want to meet you.”

The woman thought for a moment, then shook her head cautiously, “It’s not convenient here in Tijuana, so you ask him to go to the United States to find me. ”

The official nodded, "I said it, but he seemed very anxious."

Diane Rodham frowned, "Then bring him up."

The other party responded. He called someone, ran off the plane again, and looked around cautiously.

Within ten minutes, two people came back, but one of them looked a little bloated?

"Hello, madam, I am the Director of Mexican Intelligence. My name is Aldous Wendell, and Popovich is my brother."

"Please sit down."

"Thank you." He thanked him, and as soon as he touched his butt, he couldn't wait to say, "We are very sincere. If you are willing to help us resist Victor's rebel army, we will I am willing to help you wholeheartedly.”

“I’m sorry, we have already negotiated peace with the Northern Army.”

Aldous Wendell has no ability to negotiate at all. That said, if you are in a hurry, just say it directly.

“We can cede Baja California and Nuevo Leon to you!”

Diane Rodham:? ? ? ?

US Official:? ? ? ?

Airplane:? ? ? ?

Give Victor’s territory to the United States?

And…

How long have you been playing this land-cutting game? !

Still playing like this! !

……

(End of this chapter)

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