Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 310: Good job, you are named the first Baturu in Mexico? !

Major General Sphentos Press frowned, suppressing his anger, "Are you provoking me?"

The Americans around him also looked unhappy.

Erich Manstein narrowed his eyes, looked him up and down, and suddenly took out his gun, pointed it at Sphintos Press's head in the other's horrified eyes, and pressed the safety with his thumb. "Major General, sir, what do you think?"

The air suddenly became quiet...

"I... I think we should be more rational. There's no need to make things so awkward." Major General Sventos Press glanced at the entourage next to him.

NMD…

He stood farther away than anyone else, as if he was afraid of getting implicated.

He could only save himself and smirk.

"We Mexicans cannot compare to Americans. We have no manners and are illiterate... But if anyone makes us unhappy, I will send him away first. General Sventos Pres, you don't want your wife to be a widow at home, do you?"

Rommel reached out and pressed Manstein's hand, and said lightly, "Don't scare him, General. You came to us, do you have any instructions?"

People with bad temper are afraid of dying!
Victor's soldiers have no quality at all. Major General Sphintos Press cursed in his heart, but now the back of his head still feels a little numb.

In fact, he came here to cause trouble!

The United States demanded that the Northern Army be "treated well" and that "internal" problems not be caused by US-Mexico relations.

Not all people in the Pentagon are fools. Some people also believe that during the campaign against Iraq, they should not use force against the Mexican army, as this would easily lead to protests from other allies.

The overall situation is important!

However, the United States has been a country that has produced many idiots since ancient times. During World War II, MacArthur, the famous "Dog Escape General", was commented by his opponents as being only a company commander or even a machine gunner.

On the battlefield in the Philippines, he turned around and ran away with his mistress and staff. He is still a famous general in World War II?
Your name is Malegobi!

Major General Sventos Press, who also graduated from the West Point Military Academy, is also a representative of arrogance and conceit.

He learned nothing but pretending. He naively thought that if he could disarm the other party, he would be able to gain face in the Pentagon.

What is this called?
Charge into battle and act like a lackey.

But Sventos Press could never have imagined that the Mexicans could be so tough!
After all, I am the Allied front-line commander. Who knew I would be so disrespectful?
"No...it's okay. I just came to see if you need anything." He laughed awkwardly. "You can tell me if you need anything."

Rommel looked at his two "guardians" and turned his head, saying maliciously, "There is indeed one thing."

Major General Sventus Press felt his entire body hairy and his butt itchy as he looked at him. "What?"

"General, please let me command the overall situation from here! Let's set up the command post here."

The American stared, "You want to put me under house arrest?"

"I just want you to see the passion of the Mexican people."

Rommel bared his front teeth.

There is no reason not to accept a person who has been delivered to your door.

As long as Major General Sventos Press sits here, the expeditionary force need not worry about danger.

Rommel smiled and patted his shoulder, "General, do you want Pepsi or Coca-Cola?"

"I recommend Pepsi, Coca-Cola is heresy."

...

The news that the commander of the US frontline was "captive" was immediately reported to the commander-in-chief General Norman Schwarzkopf in the rear.

He quickly reported it, and in his proposal to the Pentagon, he hoped to "eliminate" the rebels!
Before, they called her Sweetie, but now they call her “Rebel”. They are indeed Americans.

This mouth is as fickle as if it had eaten shit.

When the Pentagon received his report, Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney simply took off his glasses, held down the document with an ashtray, and rubbed his temples.

Peng!
But just when he wanted to calm down, the door was "brutally" pushed open from the outside. He looked up and saw the Chief of Staff of the US Army, General Carl Wonow, rushing in aggressively, followed by his secretary. He was a little at a loss and wanted to stop him, but was pushed aside by the other party.

"Richard Bruce Cheney!" He slammed his hand on the table, staring at him, "The Mexican soldiers in Kuwait rebelled, why didn't you give the order to destroy them?"

Simple minded bastard...

This is the first thought that popped up when Richard Bruce Cheney popped up. It's a bit sad. Why is the US military full of these "personality-filled" idiots?

As for why Admiral Carl Vono was able to take office.

He is George H.W. Bush's cousin-in-law.

Another of his cousins-in-law is the ambassador to the Czech Republic.

When it comes to nepotism, the Bush family is first-rate.

Defense Secretary Richard waved to his secretary, motioning him to go out. The latter nodded and closed the door when he went out, but he lay on top and eavesdropped. When he saw someone coming outside, he pretended to smile and left.

Disunity within the US military!

This is very, very important information.

Richard Bruce Cheney looked at the furious Admiral Carl Wono and said calmly, "Have you ever thought about Victor's revenge?"

"If you destroy him today, he will be able to send missiles to Wall Street tomorrow!"

"Those capitalists who lie on the US and suck its blood every day will rush into the Pentagon and tear you and me apart!"

Admiral Karl Vono frowned and pointed at him, "He has the courage..."

"Don't point at me, you bastard!"

Suddenly, Richard Bruce Cheney stood up and pushed away the other person's fingers, opening his eyes and asking, "Is this your upbringing and how your parents educated you?"

"You think I'm exaggerating whatever I say, so why did you let me be the defense minister? I've had enough, fuck XXMMM, I'm resigning now, you can even put a dog in this position."

He pushed away the stunned Army Chief of Staff, kicked over the chair, and left the office with a dark face.

He finally figured it out. He wouldn't be able to stay in the position of Secretary of Defense of the Pentagon for long. Someone would always have to take the blame for the failure. He was not a relative of George H.W. Bush, so he would always be pushed out.

Rather than being disliked by others, it is better to just leave.

Looking at Richard who was "driven crazy", Admiral Carl Vono opened his mouth and finally said angrily, "Can't the United States find a defense minister?!"

1990 11 Month 15 Day.

The Pentagon announced that Richard Bruce Cheney has stepped down as defense secretary due to health reasons and will be replaced by Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vonnaugh.

At the same time, a negotiating team led by Donald Rumsfeld arrived at Tijuana International Airport.

The Northern Army guard of honor lined up to welcome them.

A red carpet was laid on the ground.

All the top leaders of the Northern Army were present to welcome them.

The battlefield is the bargaining chip, and diplomacy is the result of the negotiation.

Victor was dressed in a neat military uniform with medals on it.

"He's like a peacock competing for beauty." A U.S. military entourage standing behind Rumsfeld muttered unhappily.

"Shut up!"

The old defense minister scolded, "If you want to be dragged out and beaten to death here, just say it, but don't implicate us." The entourage who was scolded lowered their heads and dared not say anything more.

Donald Rumsfeld walked off the plane with an expressionless face and politely extended his hand to shake hands with Victor.

The reporters nearby started taking pictures immediately.

"Welcome, Mr. Rumsfeld." Victor said with a smile, slightly moved aside and made a gesture of invitation for him to review the guard of honor.

The old man took a deep breath and walked along the red carpet according to etiquette, wanting to take a quick look. But just as he walked past, he saw the leading captain saluted, "Long live Victor!"

Hundreds of people in the standing guard of honor shouted in unison.

The accompanying American officials all looked very unhappy. This kind of way of showing power is very rare in various countries. After all, basic face still has to be given.

Although Rumsfeld's face was calm, his eyes were smoldering with fire, and after walking stiffly with his legs, the scalp behind his forehead was itchy.

A group of people got in the car and headed towards the Governor's Palace.

Everywhere on the road, people could be seen holding Mexican flags and busts of Victor, cheering at the convoy, and some were burning the American flag!
"Anti-American sentiment is brewing in Mexico." Rumsfeld looked at the scene outside with a solemn mood, and said to his secretary beside him, "Either we completely eliminate Victor's government, or we don't oppose him at all. My intuition tells me that we will suffer the loss."

The secretary looked at him in shock.

Rumsfeld is a well-known hawk. Even such a person would say such "cowardly" words, and it is obvious that he really believes it in his heart.

"Our elites are not ready to fight hand-to-hand with barbarians in North America."

As the convoy drove into the city, the crowd became even more excited.

On rooftops, on big trees, and even on telephone poles, people could be seen holding up pictures of Victor and cheering, so the police had to be called in to disperse the crowd.

After driving for more than half an hour, the convoy arrived at the Governor's Palace.

As soon as I got off the car, people outside started shouting.

"Murderers! America is a murderer!"

Rumsfeld looked nonchalant and walked in side by side with Victor.

There were no reporters inside and the two sides held a private conversation.

As soon as the door was closed, Rumsfeld looked around, frowned, and said directly, "Your performance is really beyond everyone's expectations, but, Victor, there are more than 200 American soldiers."

Victor smiled and moved the ashtray off the table. "How many people do you plan to send to die? Five thousand? Ten thousand? Even a hundred thousand? Maybe you are right, but I guarantee that by the time you gather your army, your Washington will be reduced to ruins."

"I swear on Victor!"

Looking at the other person's expression, Rumsfeld could feel that what the other person said was true and he really dared to do it.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

"Stop talking so much nonsense. I know what you want. American prisoners and corpses are no problem. I can give them to you, but you just have to agree to the following terms." Victor nodded at Kennedy, who handed over the prepared documents.

Rumsfeld and others spread out, and Victor's voice was heard.

"First, admit that this was an invasion and pay $35 billion in compensation!"

"Impossible!" Before Rumsfeld could speak, a colonel behind him spoke directly, angrily, "Reparations? Americans have never paid reparations! Not in World War I, not in World War II, not to Germany, not to the Soviet Union, and certainly not to Mexico!!"

"Oh? Cuba doesn't have it? The Kennedy administration compensated them with 6200 million pesos for medicines and baby food. You have already paid the compensation. What are you still pretending to be? Where are you pretending to be a pure young man? Don't agree? If you don't agree, then let's go to war. XX! Chop up your bodies and feed them to the dogs!" Ludendorff pointed at them and cursed.

The ultimate bad breath, the ultimate life.

Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others beside him all looked at him with "satisfaction".

Good job, Little Dolph, don’t lose points for me!

Fuck these Americans!
Name you the first Baturu of Mexico???
After being criticized like this, the Americans also got angry and stood up one after another.

Victor and Rumsfeld were the only ones sitting next to each other in the entire venue.

Rumsfeld waved his hand, signaling everyone behind him to be quiet, then looked up at Victor and asked him to continue.

"Second, escort the Mexican expeditionary force back home!"

There is nothing wrong with this request.

"Third, recognize the North's anti-drug policy! And pay 200 million U.S. dollars to the United Nations Drug Control Office every year for 20 years."

"fourth…"

"fifth…"

...

"Eighth: Severely punish war criminals! Demand that Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney, Army Chief of Staff, and Chief of the Joint Chiefs of Staff LeBron Andre be tried for war crimes, and that CIA Richard James Kerr be removed from his post."

Rumsfeld was fine before, but when he heard this, his expression became visibly serious.

"This is an American business, Victor."

"No, it's a loser's compromise."

“America has not failed.”

"Then do you still want to fight?" Victor smiled faintly, choking Rumsfeld so that he couldn't answer. He took a deep breath and said, "You should know that from the perspective of strength, the United States can crush you."

"Strength? Then show it. We'll meet on the battlefield. My Northern Army has 100,000 soldiers, from Victor to privates, who are ready to sacrifice for the country at any time." Victor stood up fiercely, stood in front of Rumsfeld, and said condescendingly, "What doesn't kill us will make us stronger. Our enemies will either be killed or die together with us."

He said as he pulled out a grenade?!

Rumsfeld was really panicked now and stepped back suddenly.

Who the hell shows up to a negotiation with a grenade?

Victor looked at him, his hand pulling the fuse, a crazy look on his face.

"Excuse me, Mr. Donald Rumsfeld, the great former U.S. Secretary of Defense, are you willing to die with me right now, at this moment? Is your military honor enough to sacrifice your life?"

madman!

TMD, this is a lunatic!
Rumsfeld's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he began to sweat. Some of the American intellectuals behind him who were in a bad condition were about to fall to the ground.

Who is not afraid of death?

They will have great blessings to enjoy if they go back, so how can they die here?

They are all elites!

The fighting should be done by the farmers!

Victor looked at their frightened expressions with disdain in his eyes, which deeply irritated the "gentleman" Rumsfeld, but he... really didn't dare to move, he was also afraid of death.

Most importantly, Bush Sr. promised him that if this mission was successful, he would be able to return to the government and resume his duties, which would be his second spring.

He can't die!

"I…we can talk."

Victor put the fork back in, looked at them, smiled, and said something that was already widely circulated in the world.

"Americans are all paper tigers!"

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(End of this chapter)