Chapter 375 The impact of modern civilization!
According to the plan of Victor, Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others, the "Five-Day Plan" was implemented for Zacatecas.
Because, according to them, the old Japanese pirates were able to carry on for so long under Li Mei's "day and night spurs" without even a scream. No matter what you do, they are still a group of people known as " A few tribes who are not afraid of death.
You have to carry it for ten days and a half.
You can handle such a small amount of solidified incendiary bombs?
Hey~
There are so many acquaintances in Tokyo, do they call out!
What a disgrace to the Mexicans!
The people in the Air Force are also addicted. When you are in the air overlooking the raging fire below, the most primitive impulse in people's hearts can easily be ignited.
The plan was temporarily changed and the remaining solidified incendiary bombs were thrown at other places, such as plantations and corners of the woods where the tribe was hiding.
Burn!
Burn TMD!
It directly caused a mountain fire...
You can see the creatures in the mountain forest scrambling for their lives.
The hairy wild boar had red eyes and howled loudly. It buried its short legs very quickly. There was a Eurasian lynx in front of it blocking the way. It was knocked away by it and its spine was damaged. , the bones were inserted from behind, and he fell far away. Seeing that he could not survive, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed,
In the mountains, there is a Chichimec tribe called "Zacateco".
There is a huge buzz of people and the chirping of birds and insects.
You can see half-grown children holding wooden straws and roaring arrogantly, playing out the "barbaric and bloody nature" of the ancient Chichimec ancestors.
Women are busy in the cultivated land nearby. If you just look at this, you may think that this is the "Peach Blossom Spring" written by Tao Yuanming.
But here, you can see a man holding an AK, with grenades strapped to both sides of his body belt, looking like a living terrorist, looking around with vigilance.
The fields are also planted with Mexico’s unique “cash crops”, crops that are urgently needed by some drug traffickers.
Suddenly, there was a roar at low altitude in the distance. The armed men's expressions obviously tightened, and their faces were pulled together. When they raised their heads, they saw an "iron bird" flying over their heads.
"Plane! It's a plane, shoot!" A man who looked like a leader ran out of the wooden house and shouted loudly.
The AK47 uses medium power. What can you shoot that can penetrate the aircraft's protection? Basically, the bullets are flying everywhere, and I don’t know where to go to repair the earth.
That was an "old" B-24 bomber.
The pilot Christensen looked down and smiled at the captain next to him as the co-pilot, "I seem to see pheasants dancing down below."
"Then I think we should be able to eat at night. Burning pheasant."
"Give them something fierce, the M-47SB type!"
This model is the 19-round M-47 type, which is produced by "Tijuana" Produced by the Oakviv Arms Factory.
One piece is worth 19 pieces, but there is no "customer feedback" and no one writes negative reviews, so it should all be positive reviews.
This kind of thing has to be given to the tribes below.
Xiaofei...the incendiary bombs are coming!
The bomb drop bay below opened, and a huge iron sheet fell down.
The tribal armed men below finished their shooting and were about to change their magazines when the bomb hit directly in the middle of the village.
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boom! ! !
In an instant, the temperature reached thousands of degrees Celsius, and the impact enveloped the entire village with flames. In an instant, in just a few tenths of a second, you could see that the ground had turned into scorched earth, but soon , the open fire exploded again.
There are about 900 people in the village...
The solidification incendiary bomb can reach 6,000 square meters, but the SB type like this can get 11,110 square meters, giving the entire village surrounded.
Leave no chickens or dogs behind!
From a distance, this mouth looks like a burned "bald spot" on the mountain range, still filled with smoke...
There are trees next to it, all combustibles...
"Return."
"I heard that there is roast goose in the canteen today."
In the bomber, the pilots were chatting with each other in a good mood.
On the way back, we also saw other bombers performing missions. Tijuana planned to take this opportunity to kill all the "unpopular tribes" in Zacatecas!
If you don't obey the king's transformation, you will be thundered.
In the deep mountains and old forests, there are also cannibals. In the mountains of Durango state, there is a tribe called the "Mexicocannibals", with about 5,000 people, who still maintain the bad habit of human sacrifice.
Local government officials went up to coordinate, hoping that they would move here and allocate land to them, but they didn't care at all and instead cooked the leading male college student!
Four staff members were also killed!
This incident caused quite a stir at the time.
Victor did not speak, and Kennedy did not make a statement. Lieutenant General Sigmut List, commander of the 1st Marine Division, personally led the armed men up the mountain and surrounded them.
Killed 121 of the leader and his family members!
Buried 688 priests and extreme believers alive!
More than 13 tons of drug raw materials were confiscated…
All the remaining people were randomly sent to the urban areas or towns below, with no more than 20 people in one place, and the remaining 4,000 people were distributed throughout Mexico.
Did you see that...
Anti-crime requires a list, but anti-terrorism only requires coordinates.
First give the tribes in Zacatecas an iron fist of justice, and they should be obedient.
Don’t look for trouble.
The entire state was in chaos.
Mexico City.
Popovich has scarlet eyes, an unkempt beard, his hair is like a chicken coop, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. If you don’t look carefully, who would know that he is the president of the puppet government?
He is just a beggar on the roadside.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep since he received the news that Zacatecas was bombed.
That...
That’s less than 600 kilometers away from Mexico City!
It takes about five hours to drive there.
Because of the terrain, the rare central plateau is a natural barrier to the "capital", the west gate!
Standing here, it is impossible for the Northern Army to launch a surprise attack, and its tail will be intercepted. But if Zacatecas is gone now, wouldn't it mean that the barbarian will directly hit him with his thighs open?
As for reinforcements?
Except for those old Indians, who the hell can withstand altitude sickness?
Moreover, if that bastard Victor throws incendiary bombs, the mountains will be burned to the same level as Ge You.
Just when Popovich was anxious, the door to the office was pushed open, and Aldous Wendell walked in. His eyes were a little panicked, and he tripped on the carpet and almost fell to pieces. He cursed.
“Brother, there is news!”
"Say quickly!"
Aldous Wendell looked at his brother's anxious expression, "About 600 people died in Zacatecas, and there are still firefights in the city."
600? ?
Popovich was surprised when he heard this number!
It’s not that it feels right, but that it feels…less.
How is it possible that there are only 600 people? !
The flames were so big when shown on the fucking TV. One fire could cover dozens of people. You tell me, 600 people died?
There must be something wrong here.
Popovich suddenly looked at Aldous Wendell, looking directly at the other person, who flickered a little.
His heart sank and he shouted sharply, "Tell me clearly how many people there are!!"
"600...no, 800..." Aldous started to stutter, and he was at a loss for what to do.
"Are you there, you bastard!" Popovich slapped him in the face and kicked him down angrily.
Aldous Wendell cried sadly, "Brother! That place is too high, and the fire is so big that even the intelligence personnel can't get up, and no one inside gives feedback. Then Victor and the others don't say anything to the outside world. There are only 200 people, and I thought 600 people would be the most..."
Popovich was really angry and vomited blood. He clutched his chest. He felt that his heart ached. The eyes he looked at his brother became more and more intense. accurate.
"Waste! Waste! Waste!!"
A dignified intelligence minister actually watches the news?
Why don’t you go to the forum to collect information?
His nose was almost crooked with anger. He looked left and right, and his eyes were fixed on the ashtray on the table. He grabbed it and threw it at Aldous Wendell. The other person stretched out his hand to block the ashtray. Block, grinning in pain, "Brother, stop fighting, stop fighting! I have some information here. I know the location of the headquarters of the Northern Army's 1st Marine Division!"
Wow!
The ashtray stopped next to his ear. The glass product looked a bit scary...
Hold!
Who can fight like this when we are brothers?
Even in other places, no one hits people with ashtrays.
"Say! If you lie to me again, I will kill you and send you to your hometown to be buried in the family cemetery!" Aldous Wendell shuddered and shook his head hastily.
"The headquarters of the 1st Marine Division is in Serralvo..."
Popovich hurriedly walked to the map hanging next to it and looked at it vigorously.
“It’s right next to Monterey.” Aldous endured the pain and said, stood up and pointed to a place, “It’s about 30 kilometers away, and Sigmut List is there. Here!"
"How could it be so close? Monterey was defeated?"
"Not yet. The Northern Army dropped more than 1,300 tons of bombs. The city center was destroyed, but the leader Guardado is still resisting with his men.”
"Guardado is so good at playing?"
Popovich said in surprise.
The Northern Army attacked fiercely for more than half a month, right?
Aerial bombing and the entry of ground troops have not completely cleared up the situation. The situation is somewhat stalemate, while other drug traffickers in other parts of Nuevo León are fighting guerrillas to delay the Northern Army.
“It is said that Guardado paid each drug dealer more than 1,000 US dollars a day. If he killed a northern soldier, he would be rewarded with 200 US dollars. If he took back a high ground or a building, he would be rewarded with 20,000 to 100,000 US dollars. Dollars vary! ”
"He also said that if Monterey is protected, everyone will be able to get shares in their own business in the future!"
"Very courageous!" Popovich nodded slowly when he heard this.
I really put all my money away.
Guardado’s family has a great reputation in Nuevo León, and he also knows that if his territory is not secure, there are two ways, or die. Everyone knows that the Northern Army will not accept it. The drug dealer surrendered.
Or just live under someone else’s roof.
Seeing that Mexico is in such chaos, who doesn't want to be the top of the world, add great power to one body, and also wants to grow from a local family to a famous family, and at worst, they have to support someone who can make things happen.
You can see it at a glance...
The north is brutal, the center is sluggish, and the south is in a corner.
Where can I run?
You can only fight to the death!
The drug dealers below are very simple and live a cheap life, as long as they have money.
The closer you get to the south, the more rampant drug traffickers become.
Aldous Wendel rubbed his numb and blue arms, and he suggested to Popovich, "Brother, the ground battle between the two sides is now in full swing, very fierce. If we can fight on land If the headquarters of the First Division is blown up and their command post is taken away, do you think the Northern Army in Nuevo Leon will lose morale? Then we will ask for support troops from the south to come ashore and also ask for warships to bombard the island. , With a three-pronged approach, we will win this battle!”
This is very clear, and the strategy is also very clear.
Popovich turned his head and looked at him, frowning, making the other person feel itchy all over. Without waiting for his elder brother to ask, he confessed directly and said with a smile, "This is the opinion given by Milai."
Milai...
Popovich thought of the deputy director of the intelligence department who was very low-key and very steady in everything he did. He was also very capable. However, he was not one of his own, so they did not dare to let him serve as director. .
In the final analysis, it is also nepotism.
Do you think there is no nepotism in Europe and the United States?
They can even serve as air force dogs.
Popovich is so relaxed in this position that sometimes he can only trust his own people. At least his younger brother will not betray him, and his interests are linked.
Except for the difficulty in using my head.
Namilay is a top student who graduated from the National University of Mexico. He has a good IQ and later studied intelligence and command in the United States. He is a rare talent.
"This information was also provided by Milai." Aldous Wendell confessed, so he stopped hiding it.
Popovich felt relieved when he heard that his brother didn't take care of everything, but he still hesitated.
No courage at all!
"Brother, we can only fight to the death. The help from the Yankees has not come yet. The only way we can kill the 1st Marine Division is to behead them like this. Otherwise, when they push over, we will start from Attacked from both sides, we are the lambs to be slaughtered!”
“Okay! There’s nothing to lose if we fail.”
>Popovich glanced at the other party and changed the subject, "Call Milai over. I have something to tell him."
Aldous Wendell laughed sarcastically, and understood that his abilities were slightly flawed (he had no self-awareness), so he nodded and went out. He stood outside and looked at his eldest brother's back, swallowed his saliva, and left.
Popovich looked at the map with a confused face.
After a while, I saw a tall man who looked a bit fierce and came in. He stood with his back straight and showed his true colors in every gesture.
Compared with him, Director Aldous next to him looked like a wretched man. Standing next to him, he thought it was Mirela's shit.
If this name were in 2024, it would be one of the three saints with mental retardation on the Internet.
Nowadays, it is more common in South America.
Looking him up and down, Popovich became more and more satisfied.
"Now I have a task for you, Mi Lai. If you do it well, the position of intelligence director will be yours."
The other party still had a dead face, Jing Wait for the other person to continue.
“I want you to command the beheading of Sigmut List!”
...
Daily press conference in Tijuana.
Propaganda Minister Goebbels mainly announced the recent achievements of the Governor-General's Office, as well as the upcoming tasks, as well as the latest achievements.
"Under the leadership of General Victor, the anti-drug work is progressing smoothly, and Tijuana has had no record of drug trafficking or drug abuse for more than 70 days!"
As he said this, several Mexican reporters applauded.
Some European and American reporters were expressionless.
This kind of thing...
It has been a long time and has happened many times.
They used this to express their protest against the lack of freedom of the press in Mexico.
Goebbels didn't care. After finishing all the next words, he was about to leave when he saw a reporter jump up.
"Is the Northern Army dropping napalm bombs in Zacatecas to prohibit drugs? This is war, this is massacre! How many people did you kill? 200 people? Bullshit, you killed hundreds of thousands!!"
That was a male reporter. He said that a person next to him also stood up and held a banner, "Stop the killing, Zacatecas needs human rights!"
"The United Nations needs to intervene, you use large-scale Weapons, you are committing a crime!”
The security came and dragged them!
A man who looked like Schwarzenegger, with arms as thick as telegraph poles, saw the male reporter in his arms still struggling, so he came up and slapped him...
My teeth flew off!
What a guy...
I fainted from the fucking.
Goebbels frowned and stopped, "We did not use incendiary bombs. We used less powerful fire bombs. We just didn't expect that a fire broke out. We are very sad. This is different from the Americans." The incendiary bombs dropped in the Vietnam War were completely different!”
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How do you have the nerve to say this?
Why don’t you say it? That’s nonsense.
Telling lies with open eyes is simply lawless.
"Excuse me, Mr. Goebbels, what do you think about Japan's request for UN troops to intervene in Mexico at the United Nations?" an Asian jumped up and said.
He has a sinister eyebrow, and his eyes are as big as corns.
"Japan?"
Goebbels frowned, "I'm sorry, I don't know about Japan, I only know the U.S. Consulate in Tokyo."
"Please reduce the number of independent countries. Fart!”
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(End of this chapter)