Chapter 385: We cannot slack off in the anti-drug cause!
Casare glanced at everyone present and whispered, "General, do you want to check who wrote it?"
Calling one's position when there are many people!
"What are you doing? You're afraid I'll be pissed to death." Victor smiled and waved his hands, "It just feels like we are the villains."
"Since they say I am a tyrant, then I will be violent Show them, how many people are there in the prison?”
"There are about 110,000 drug dealers left."
"Kill them all!"
Hiss!
The office took a breath of cold air.
"If they want to liberate the drug dealers, then I will humanely destroy them." Victor said lightly, but the killing in his tone could not be hidden.
Victor didn't explain why, and they didn't ask.
But everyone knows very well that the coming battle will be protracted and bloody, and these drug dealers will only cause harm if they remain. If there is a war in the front and trouble in the rear, it is better to solve it.
As for sending it to medical research?
Dare you use the offal of a drug dealer?
Many indicators are beyond the standard, and it will be a disaster immediately after replacing them.
"Leave this matter to..." Victor glanced at everyone, "leave it to the aftermath execution company."
Another "commercial company" whose name I have never heard of.
In fact, it is a "nursing home for disabled veterans" opened by the government. From top to bottom, they are all veterans. They are mainly responsible for helping the government deal with the corpses of "drug dealers".
Get money from the finance every year to create value for society.
It is also the only non-governmental establishment that is officially allowed to be "armed". It has about 2,000 people and basically covers the entire Republic.
"Their drug dealers can call people, and we who fight drugs can also call people. We released the "Anti-Drug White Paper" to shame the ugly face of Popovich's pseudo-government for the whole world to see, and appeal to conscientious anti-drug fighters all over the world. Join our camp!"
"General, do you want to contact the Soviet Union?" George Smiley reached out and asked
"Do you want Star Wars to happen?"
The other party looked slightly embarrassed.
“Moreover, the Soviet Union is not in the mood to cause trouble for the Americans now. They themselves cannot be protected.”
This sentence caused a silence in the office.
After entering 1991, the situation in the Soviet Union took a sharp turn for the worse!
There are already two countries in the first half of the year, Lithuania and Georgia.
And Victor knew that after August, there would be a wave of secession. Everyone could see that the Soviet Union was on its last legs and did not want to die with him.
At this time, who has the courage to send troops to support Mexico?
Even if some hardliners in the Soviet Union had contacted Victor before, hoping to get help, but how?
The capitalist roaders and the traitorous party have hung high, and class conflicts have obviously caused internal instability.
The only way now is to disintegrate.
Rescue?
A loving father has to be slapped twice every time he comes.
"Starting today, a temporary coordination camp will be established. Horatio Herbert Kitchener will serve as the commander-in-chief and will be fully responsible for commanding operations against the puppet government. Kennedy will serve as the deputy commander-in-chief, and Erich Ludendorff will serve as the deputy commander-in-chief. Command. "
"Quaukmote and Casare serve as logistics coordinators"
"Initiate the Provisional War Mobilization Act!"
"Gentlemen, The opposition's bullets are coming towards us. The only way to protect our new regime is to fight!" Victor looked at them and said softly, "Please!"
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The village of Seborn, 20 kilometers north of Tijuana and only 6 kilometers from the U.S. border, is a favorite place for drug traffickers to settle.
Of course, that was before, now...
Who dares to commit a crime here?
At noon, it was a little hot.
You can see the farmers carrying hoes smiling at each other and walking back. Although everyone is sweating, everyone is very happy.
They have their own land!
"Dad, the potatoes will be ripe in two days. At that time, we will drive them to the town and sell them to the supply and marketing cooperative. Then we will repair the house. After my brother graduates from junior high school, he can enter the factory as an intern. , By then, our life will be better again." A simple-looking young man, who looked to be in his early 20s, said with a smile.
A lame middle-aged man followed next to him. The grooves on his face looked like knife carvings. He had a cheap cigarette in his mouth. When he heard his words, he smiled. He was also blind in one eye. , the other eye reveals the desire for life.
The two walked home and saw a table in the yard. A girl was painting. When she heard the noise, she raised her head and her eyes lit up, "Dad, brother!"
said Just run over.
The honest young man lifted her up with a smile and spun her around, and the laughter like silver bells resounded all around.
"Gina, stop hugging your brother, go wash your hands and get ready to eat." A woman wearing a scarf walked out of the house, holding dishes in her hands, and said with a smile.
The latter responded and climbed down from his brother, shook his braid and went to wash his hands.
Just as their family was preparing to eat, they heard the loudspeaker sounding in the village, "Members of the militia, please rush to the village meeting room as soon as possible."
The honest young man stood up and said, "Mom and Dad , I’ll go there first.”
"Go."
"Rhodri, bring a piece of corn."
"No, I'll be back soon."
After the young man finished speaking, he ran away. You can see many young and middle-aged people running around.
"What is this?" the woman murmured.
When Rodri and several companions ran to the conference room, they saw the village chief and several village cadres sitting with serious expressions.
"Are you all here? Then let me tell you the truth. According to Tijuana's Act 3, the "Provisional War Mobilization Act" will be activated. All militiamen will be transferred to the army and will attack the local armed forces within two days. Office report!"
"All personnel are managed according to wartime conditions!"
The village chief took the document and said briefly, "The 37 militia members of our Seburn Village will be incorporated into the reserve army. Company F, 6th Regiment, 7th Division, if you have no problem, come and sign.”
Fight? ! !
The militiamen below stared.
"Village...Village Chief, we are the militia."
"The militia is not a soldier? Duncan, you come first."
"Dad..." A young man below It’s hard to say.
"Dad, what is the company commander? From now on, I am the company commander of the village soldiers of Seburn, and you are my soldier, do you understand?" The village chief stared, quite powerful, the young man They were all a little frightened.
Just as the other party slowly walked up, a figure passed him, directly picked up the pen on the table and signed his name.
"Rhodri?!"
"Company Commander, I have signed. I want to go home and say goodbye to my parents first." The honest young man pursed his lips at this time and looked very serious. .
The village chief stared at him, "Go ahead, you will be the deputy company commander of our company from now on."
"Yes!" Rodri saluted and left the meeting. room.
"Next!"
When he got home, his parents had already finished their meal, and his sister Gina was still holding the bowl and chewing on the bones. When she saw him coming home, she grinned widely, and her front teeth And rice.
"You're back? What did the village chief ask you to do?" the woman asked curiously.
"Our militiamen have been put into reserves. There is going to be a war. We are going to the front line."
Get down!
The woman didn't catch the bowl in her hand and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces. Her face turned pale, "War? No! No! I want to find the village chief."
"The village chief leads the team himself. , and his son joined in," Rodri said.
"Why is this happening? It took a lot of effort to calm down for a while. Why is there a war..." The woman covered her face and cried, with red eyes. She suddenly looked at her husband, who was frowning next to her, "Let's go. Come on, get out of here."
"What are you talking about!"
Both men looked at her.
Rodri took a deep breath and looked serious, "Where can we go? Is it difficult to go and be bullied by those drug dealers again? Have you forgotten what happened to dad's eyes and feet? Those bastards won't Treat us as human beings.”
This reminds the woman of a bad past.
Originally, the Tijuana drug cartel that was circling here asked for "human body drugs" to be transported to the United States, so they blackmailed some villagers and asked them to do things, but Father Rodri refused, and his legs were broken while he was still alive. His eyeballs were also poked out with toothpicks.
At that time, life was worse than death...
"General Victor gave us food, clothing, and even our little brother could study for free. He even gave us land, and he also canceled the agricultural tax. Mom, didn't you tell me that I have to be conscientious? Where else in Mexico can I be better? A better place here?"
"The United States? They will only treat us as refugees without a country."
"The South? They want drug dealers." "Only here is our root."
Rodri smiled very freely, "Besides, I won the third place in shooting, running and obstacle all-around in the all-reserve competition. If I can do it again After I get the military medal, I can go directly to the military academy for further study, and then you will all enjoy the blessings!”
Some people are afraid, and naturally some people are happy to hear about the war!
The "military merit" of the north is greater than anything else.
As long as you kill more enemies on the battlefield, you will be rewarded.
This is one of the reasons why the morale of the Northern Army is so high.
Which officer was not killed?
When his father heard Rodri's words, he patted him on the shoulder, "A man has to go out and protect what he wants to protect."
"Let's eat."
The dark clouds of war surround this small home. , although the mother was reluctant to part with her son, she still wiped her tears and prepared the things.
Rodri has changed into military uniform and has the rank of sergeant. This is the reward he received after winning the competition.
“Brother…”
His sister Gina pulled his finger, and when he lowered his head, he saw the other party holding a piece of paper and handing it to him with his glasses open, "This is a family portrait I drew. Remember to miss us."
< br>Under the blue sky and white clouds, the house is very short, but on the left, a family of four is holding hands with each other, and there is a puppy squatting next to it.
"You have to be good at home." Rodri patted her head and carefully stuffed the painting into his jacket pocket.
"Well, I must be good." Gina didn't know why, she just wanted to cry. She always felt that her brother was going to be out for a long, long, long time...
"Mom, Dad, I Let's go." Rodri saluted and turned around resolutely.
In the village, a troop transport vehicle was waiting, and many people in military uniforms boarded the vehicle under the watchful eyes of their parents, wives and children.
"Rodri! Rodri!"
He heard someone calling him, turned his head, and saw his father running over, stuffing dates into his hand, "Be careful along the way. "
"Get in the car!" the village chief shouted, and everyone ran into the car and sat in the innermost part. Rodri looked outside.
The lame father stood here for a long time, watching his son leave.
Rumble~
The engine rotates and the car slowly leaves.
"Rhodri, your dad is still looking at you." The companion next to him bumped him with his elbow. He raised his head, but after a turn, he could no longer see clearly.
Pick up the date in your hand and stuff it into your mouth.
So sweet.
Just like life now, so sweet.
…
“Are you going to leave the army?” Casare frowned and looked at his brother standing in front of him.
Felik nodded, "I want to go to the front line."
"You have to understand what you are talking about. You are now serving as the general's bodyguard. Soon you will be the captain of the bodyguard. You Your future is limitless, you don’t have to go to the front line and fight against others.”
"Brother!"
Felik interrupted him, "But what's the use of getting it like this?"
"It's not the time for us to enjoy it, my country, I Our nation is facing a crisis. I am also a soldier, and I am your brother. It would be the greatest shame if others knew that we, the children of the Gonzalez family, only want to enjoy themselves.”
"We came from civilians, and we must return to civilians. The country is yours, but it is also mine."
"Let me go, to the most dangerous place!"
Casare lowered his head quietly, then stood up, helped Felik straighten his clothes, and patted him happily, "Don't embarrass me, where are you going?"
Looking back, he Wiped the corners of his eyes.
Mom...
As you can see, my brother has grown up.
The young eagle can also spread its wings to protect the blue sky.
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On June 27, 1,500 members of the French Foreign Legion entered Mexico from the United States and stated that they would join the fight against the Victor regime. Popovich gave a speech.
On June 28, two British Invincible-class aircraft carrier fleets entered the Pacific Ocean and announced that they would conduct military exercises here. The exercise area includes the waters of Baja California, Mexico, and is only 20 nautical miles away from the nearest island!
On June 29, the Spanish Foreign Legion announced that it would send a 600-member military observation group into Mexico.
On the same day, NATO will dispatch an observer mission from 20 countries to intervene and provide the United Nations with advice on whether it needs to send troops for peacekeeping.
In the border area, Popovich gathered 150,000 troops and planned to push them over in one fell swoop!
There is nothing to say about the efficiency of the First Republic.
In two days, a total of 4 reserve divisions were established, with a total of more than 60,000 people!
They mainly do battlefield cleaning, small group attacks, escorting logistics, etc. Regular troops are still needed to fight tough battles.
Brazil and Venezuela, members of the "Anti-Narcotics Alliance", did not send troops to help. Even if the workers' leader Nicolás Maro Moro led people to protest, they were indifferent and the government refused to send troops.
However, it is not without help.
Some "anti-American groups" in South America said they could join the First Republic to help fight, but they need to be given enough money, respect, and some privileges.
“They are just trying to make things worse!” Victor slammed the documents in his hand on the table and snorted coldly.
The above is a request made by the leader of the Colombian People's Army, Alfonso Cano, asking the First Republic to recognize them, provide them with annual aid of 10 million US dollars, and help them attack the government.
Secondly, we need to get two ports in Mexico with a lease term of 99 years.
It's like a lion opening its mouth.
Don’t Victor know what the People’s Army is?
After the drug epidemic in Colombia in 1980, just as the Soviet Union was shrinking its tentacles, the People's Army under the leadership of the Colombian left-wing began to get involved in the drug business because of lack of money. It did not take long before it corrupted into a military group that kidnapped politicians and trafficked drugs. .
My butt is not clean, this is just to disgust myself.
“How many soldiers do we have now.”
"There are 120,000 regular troops and 60,000 reserves, but our defense line is too large to prevent attacks from sea, land and air, especially the British aircraft carrier fleet, which is simply sleeping next to us." Horatio Herbert Key Chinner's face darkened slightly.
"I propose, strike first and kill them!"
"Hit the air power, take off from Baja California, bomb them, kill the navy, and we can put our power On land.”
Victor stopped breathing.
My eyes started to glow red.
"They are too close to the coastline, and the MK7 406mm main gun can also hit them."
Guys 42 kilometers away, why don't you guys kill you?
"General, victory belongs to me!"
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(End of this chapter)