Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 339: Unconditional Surrender? What? Surrender with conditions!?!
"On February 2, the Mexican Northern Army eliminated drug traffickers and Spanish allies occupying Roca Partida and Clarion Islands, killing 28 people!"

"2128 prisoners!"

Just as March began, the Mexican News Group came up with a big news.

Many Mexicans looked confused.

No, I just woke up and you won another battle? And you killed so many people?
Of course, the truth is not that much.

To borrow a phrase from Propaganda Minister Goebbels, “The essence of journalism is not to reveal the truth but to confuse the public.”

As soon as these numbers came out, the morale of the domestic people was boosted, and even the morale of the army was boosted. It would also be possible to strike at the other side, so why not do it?

Just as the Governor's Office had expected.

At this time in the Spanish Defense Building.

A lot of sighs!

His Majesty Carlos has not yet recovered and is still running a high fever, and the impact of the "aircraft carrier bombing" incident has become more acute.

The Basque separatist organization "ETA" (ETA) and organizations in the Catalonia region took advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble!

There were several explosions in Madrid, and even the National Guard barracks building was attacked by a car bomb, causing 36 casualties.

It's funny that ETA cooperated with Latin American drug traffickers to oppose Victor, and the Spanish government also opposed Victor. Logically speaking, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

But instead they beat each other to a pulp.

Everything is still about interests.

"The Mexicans' next target must be Socorro Island. They can build airports on Roca Partida Island and Clarion Island to control the sea area. They can starve us to death!" said a brigadier general, frowning and pointing at the map on the wall.

"We have no ability to rescue them. May God bless them." Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, who was sitting next to him, had a blank expression on his face.

He is the top leader of the army. For him to say such words, it is obvious that he is really desperate.

The brigadier general looked at him in shock, and his dissatisfaction rose immediately. "Are we going to abandon them? This is not in line with the tradition and interests of the Spanish army!"

"So you swam to the Pacific Ocean to support them?"

Gah…

The brigadier general's face flushed red, but when he opened his mouth his mouth seemed so weak and powerless, and finally he sat down dejectedly.

Swimming across the Pacific...

Then I can only stand on the "high ground" and pity them, because I am also afraid of death.

The bombing of the Prince of Asturias aircraft carrier fleet was really a serious loss. Basically, the Spanish navy was gone...

Given Spain's current poor economy, can it still afford to build another light aircraft carrier?

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly cold, Army Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa, who was sitting next to Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, spoke up, "Let the soldiers on Socorro Island surrender."

! ! ! !
"No! We must fight to the last defender and never surrender!" The brigadier general stood up again, slapping his hands on the table and shouting loudly.

"Then you go?" Ferruccio Villa glanced and frowned. Seeing that the other party wanted to curse, he picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it at him, hitting the other party's head and causing blood to spurt out.

"Slam the table in front of me! Do you still have the concept of superiors and subordinates? Get out!"

The brigadier general was still unwilling to accept the beating and covered his forehead with his hands. His colleagues next to him quickly dragged him away.

You don't have any background, why are you resisting here?
Ferruccio Villa looked at Lieutenant General Javier Daniels beside him and said, "If they were all killed, we would have to pay a large sum of money for their compensation, and there would also be great pressure from public opinion at home."

The Spanish Foreign Legion is different from the French one. Three quarters of them are native Chinese, and their blood is purer. If all of them died, their families would hold up flags to protest against you sending their children to die.

Lieutenant General JaVale Daniels took a deep breath and said, "You should know what you are doing."

Ferruccio Villa, the Army Chief of Staff, shook his head and stood up. "I will apply for retirement."

After that, he walked out the door. When he stood at the door, he said in a slightly lost tone, "This is no longer our era."

Lieutenant General Javier Daniels smoked a cigarette and frowned.

The generals and officers below did not dare to say a word and could only exchange cautious glances with each other.

"Surrender in the name of the defense department." He spoke, and finally chose to compromise.

"Then...His Majesty the King." Someone said hesitantly.

"Spain is a constitutional state, not a dictatorship. He will agree."

Lieutenant General Javier Daniels' hands were shaking. He understood what kind of blow he would suffer when he made this choice, but just as General Ferruccio Villa said.

“The times no longer belong to us.”

……

"surrender?"

Victor looked up in surprise and took the document from Horatio Herbert Kitchener.

"Yes, unconditional surrender, but they want us to guarantee the safety of their soldiers."

"Since when do you have to negotiate conditions for surrender? It's not allowed, it's not permitted. If you can't win, just surrender. What do they think I am? Am I playing house with them?" Victor took a quick look and rolled up the document into a ball of waste paper and threw it into the trash can.

It's only because the Spanish bosses are not here right now, otherwise they will see what "Ashtray God of War" means!

"They said they wouldn't fight and then just patted their butts and left?"

"I want to make them understand that if you offend me, Victor, I will not leave you with your corpse. Order the air force to carry out the bombing mission. Even if I have to sink Socorro Island, I will make them die here."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded seriously, "Yes!"

He was about to leave, but stopped as if he had thought of something, "General, Saddam has surrendered."

Victor paused, then laughed disdainfully, "I thought he was so powerful, but he is actually a coward. I thought he dared to take up weapons and fight the U.S. military on the front line."

If it were 20 or 30 years ago, he might have dared to do this, but now Saddam is old and has lost his courage.

"The ceasefire agreement will be signed in April and is still under negotiation. General, should we do something?" Chief of Staff General Horatio narrowed his eyes and said viciously, "When they sign the ceasefire agreement, blow them all up!"

MD, there is definitely something wrong with the feng shui in northern Mexico.

Such a gentleman, now he is full of violence.

"Saddam's spine has been broken this time. Even if you destroy the scene, he will surrender soon. Don't worry about it. I can't bear to see civilians displaced. It would be great if there were more peace-loving people like me on earth."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyelids twitched.

If there were more people like you, General, The Hague would be reduced to ruins!

When Victor took up the anti-drug campaign in 1990, many people advocated that he could win the Nobel Peace Prize, and even many Mexican writers came out to support him.

But everything changed after the fallout with the United States.

Europe and the United States don't like someone who goes against them.

Just think about it, the President of the United States can win the Peace Prize, that's simply too shameless.

"We in Sparta have also received intelligence that Uday has been released and is still racing outside. He has also told his confidants and friends several times that he wants to... wants to..."

"Are you going to kill me?" Victor said with a smile.

"Ah."

"A second-generation who relies on his father's ability is not up to the standard. Let him shut up."

"and many more!"

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Victor's mind, "Do you think Uday still has ambitions for Saddam's position?"

He crossed his arms and tapped his fingers together, "I kind of want to see the two brothers kill each other."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener immediately realized that he could do something with both of them.

It’s better if both of them fight!

why?
If you're asking why, seriously, you guys are on drugs!
To put it mildly, if you offend Victor, do you still want your family to enjoy a peaceful old age?
Kill them all!
The two men discussed in the office. More than an hour later, the Chief of Staff came out and just saw Augustin Przewczyk from the Intelligence Bureau jogging over. The two men greeted each other, and the other party couldn't wait to knock on the door and enter Victor's office.

Horatio Herbert Kitchener looked back in surprise. What was happening?

"You mean, someone from the Soviet Union contacted you through the West German KGB, hoping to discuss some business with us?!"

"What exactly?"

Augustin Przewczyr frowned. "The KGB didn't tell me who the other party is, but their status should be quite high. Only those few people can give them orders. According to our internal speculation and intelligence summary, perhaps... someone wants to win us over to fight against their enemies."

"The Soviet Union won't last long, a year at most!" he said confidently.

You have to know that he was sure of it for three to five years before, but it has only been a short time and he has changed his tune. However, only those who know the situation in the Soviet Union can understand what is happening now!
Social contradictions are prominent, the army lacks combat effectiveness, and it is simply a group of scattered soldiers!

Oligarchs are on the rise, gangs are rampant, and the people are suffering!

It is true that there are frozen corpses on the road, while the rich are feasting and drinking.

All kinds of demons and monsters began to pounce, trying to suck the last drop of blood from the Soviet Union's mouth.

People who have not experienced it may just not be able to understand this state from the words, so let me put it simply.

Jesus used to have to pave the way with money.

If Kennedy goes there, both heads will be broken.

Hearing Augustin Przewczyr's words, Victor suddenly shuddered. He seemed to have forgotten something very important. "The Eight Kings are making trouble at sea!"

He glanced at the time on the wall: March 3nd.

In other words, there are still five months before the coup that will determine the outcome.

Victor frowned, he didn't want to get involved in this big dye vat. It would not be good to be dragged to death by others, but he could also get some benefits from it.

"You go and meet with them. You agree to any request they make, but you just tell them that we need support in heavy industry. It would be best if we could send some experts and engineers from the military industry to help us. About 400 people. We are willing to pay them salaries. Also, we need more production lines!"

"And you are responsible for dragging whatever he asks us to do!"

"We want to take advantage, but we won't participate in internal strife."

In fact, since 1991, Victor had already discussed the layout with old men like Casare and Best. For example... he would learn from the third brother, use shell companies, corrupt some bank officials, approve large amounts of rubles, and then use the black market to exchange the rubles for US dollars, and stipulate that the money must be repaid within ten years.

The way to pay off is still to use rubles!
Of course, he was not playing this game alone. Best stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time and had connections with oligarchs, the military, local governments, etc. The relationships were very complicated.

He also used these relationships to acquire a large number of blueprints, weapons, and talents.

There were some small achievements, for example, Victor spent 32 million US dollars to buy the blueprints of the NK100 afterburning turbofan engine!

A deputy director of the Kuznetsov Design Bureau.

Many people don’t understand this thing. Let me put it this way, this is what is shown in Figure 160, and it is also one of the items that are prohibited from being sold.

But, it’s such a mess now, who cares about you?
We are entrusting our Soviet acquaintances to obtain more drawings from the Tupolev Design Bureau.

If the emperor comes to power in the future, he will definitely be punished.

But that's all in the future.

If I can produce Tu-160, I will go to Washington tomorrow to see that the White House will definitely support my anti-drug cause.

"If we can swallow more, we will have more say in future situations."

Victor sighed and paused, "I just want to ban drugs and fight criminals, but those people force me to constantly arm myself."

"Do you remember our purpose?"

Augustin Przewczyr nodded vigorously, "Everything for the clear blue world!!"

“No matter how difficult the situation is, as long as you have a firm belief, you can do anything!”

People like Victor must have mental illness.

But if the world is crooked, then it needs his kind of paranoia!

He looked out the window at the rising sun.

The future will be better.

...

On the island of Rocca Partida.

After the fall of the 28th.

The Mexicans built a crude temporary airport here.

At this time, the ground crew installed the Mk-84 2000-pound bomb on the F14 fighter. There were a total of 6 Tomcats parked here, and the same thing happened on another island, Clarion.

buzz~
An alarm sounded in the airport, and then the pilot was seen running out of the lounge and boarding the plane with the help of ground staff.

Air Force Colonel Manfred von Richthofen swallowed the bread in his mouth. As the captain of the 3rd Squadron, it was rumored that he would be promoted to brigadier general soon!
This is gossip.

But it also made him very excited.

Which man doesn't want to become famous?

He followed the ground crew's gesture, drove the plane to the runway, stepped on the accelerator, and soared into the sky!
Roca Partida Island is less than 70 nautical miles from Socorro Island.

They are responsible for the bombing today!

call out! !

The handsome F14 rushed through the clouds, and the whistling sound was intoxicating.

70 nautical miles only takes a few minutes.

Manfred von Richthofen saw Socorro Island, which looked like a "Tongliao map", and after giving the order on the radio, he dived down.

On the island, the atmosphere was not right either.

They were uneasy because they hadn't been able to contact the warships or other soldiers, and the supplies hadn't arrived, so they were running out of food.

Fermín López took two gulps of the water beside him, while his comrade beside him complained, "We are here to fight, not to dig trenches!"

"I would rather fight the Mexicans to death than dig trenches here. It's too boring."

The person who spoke was a young man in his early 20s. Fermín López recognized him. He was born in Barcelona. It was said that his family was well-off, but because he liked excitement, he joined the French Foreign Legion and stayed in Africa for a few years. After returning, he joined the Spanish Foreign Legion. He was also considered a troublemaker.

Not very obedient.

"Yamall, don't brag. I'm afraid you'll pee your pants." Someone said with a smile.

The young man raised his middle finger, then took off his pants and made a few shaking movements. "Only if that bastard Victor isn't here, otherwise, I tell you, I'll fuck him to death!"

Too surly.

Fermín Lopez shook his head and drank the water in the bottle. At this moment, he suddenly heard something coming from the air. He squinted his eyes in confusion and looked up.

I saw several planes flying through the clouds!
"fighter!!!"

Someone in the distance also noticed it and shouted, "Mexican planes are coming! Hide! Hide!"

A group of people dropped their tools and ran back in fear, looking a little embarrassed.

The young man named Yamal hurriedly pulled up his trousers and followed, but as soon as he climbed up, he heard a black thing whizzing down from the sky.

Hit the ground hard!
A scorching shock wave directly engulfed him.

Ok…

Unfortunately, he didn't see Victor, but saw MK84 first.

Only if he can get through it, Victor will have a chance to see him.

A MK84 can create a crater 15.4m wide and 11m deep, with a fragmentation radius of about 366m. In terms of penetration, it can penetrate 380mm of metal or 3.3m thick concrete if the height is high enough!

Puff puff…

The debris knocked down the people running around.

"Ah!! Ah!!!" Someone screamed and covered his stomach, and hurriedly stuffed the rotten intestines into his stomach, but soon died.

Who knows how many fragments there are?
Anyway, you are definitely not as fast as the fragments.

Fermin Lopez was just unlucky. His Achilles tendon was broken and blood was flowing. But he was also lucky because he could lie in a bullet crater.

Next, all we can do is pray.

There are not just one MK84, but 6 in total, and each one has 4 of them!
That's 24 heavy bombs.

Go to hell!
The bombing left Socorro Island in ruins.

But they also reacted quickly and pushed out the GDF-002 35mm twin-barreled towed anti-aircraft gun from the hidden cave. This was a 35mm anti-aircraft gun developed by the Swiss Oerlikon company for use by the army.

Air defense is adequate.

"Target Capture!!"

"Lock it! Lock it!!!"

"The target disappeared, re-locking..."

The Spanish Foreign Legion soldiers who were operating the machine shouted loudly, perhaps only this sound could express their inner tension.

"Lock on! Fire!!!"

Boom boom boom boom!
After the system locks onto the target, it can fire 2 shells within 40 seconds.

The shells exploded in the sky.

But those who fly F14s are all highly skilled. How embarrassing would it be if they were shot down?
This might have been possible a few decades ago, but now...

Times have changed!

Colonel Manfred von Richthofen pulled the joystick and flew towards the anti-aircraft gun position.

With a graceful roll, whoosh, the remaining MK84 was thrown down.

The frightened Spaniards rolled off the anti-aircraft guns and ran back in panic.

boom! !

The scrap metal flew straight into the sky.

The F14 soared into the sky at an upward angle.

...

(End of this chapter)