Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 362 The Art of War!

Chapter 362 The Art of War!
Rumble!
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a purple lightning struck down angrily, exploding beside my ears.

It seems that the weather forecast is not very accurate. Is this what light rain will look like?
The armed drug dealers who were originally on guard were also dozing off.

In a monitoring room, there were three or four people sitting inside, dozing off. There were also more than a dozen large screens showing several important targets in the city of "Anahuac".

Drug dealers are not primitive people. They certainly know how to use modern tools.

Jingle bell bell~
The phone on the table suddenly rang, and those who were watching the surveillance video were startled.

"Fuck, who calls so late at night?" A bearded man who was half asleep and had bloodshot eyes cursed in dissatisfaction and picked up the phone, but did not curse. He knew that it was possible that his superior was checking on him.

"We have received intelligence from our superiors that the Northern Army may launch a military operation. Please pay attention."

Bearded man: "Yes, sir, if all of us keep our eyes peeled, nothing will happen."

The person on the other end hummed, said a few words of comfort, and then hung up the phone.

The bearded man stood up and looked outside. It was pouring rain. He frowned and said, "In this shitty weather, will the Northern Army come? They are all huddled in their beds hugging their women."

The colleague next to me laughed.

A skinny man yawned, picked up the cigarette on the table, put it in his lips, tilted his head and prepared to light it. Suddenly, he glanced at the monitor in front of him and saw that there seemed to be something wrong?
He stood up suspiciously and approached with narrowed eyes.

This monitoring pixel is not good...

"Tan...Tank!!" He suddenly opened his eyes and screamed.

boom! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of artillery fire in the rainy night.

A church collapsed on the outer wall of Anahuac!

The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then he shuddered, his face changed drastically, and he ran over and pressed a red button on the wall.

Suddenly, an urgent alarm sounded in the city of Anahuac!

Seven or eight blue flares were fired from the city, illuminating the entire sky.

I saw outside...

The ferocious steel beast rushed over, roaring in the rain.

"soldiers!"

"Honor to Victor, glory to the Cavalry!"

On the radio, Lieutenant Colonel Michael Wittmann, deputy commander of the 4th Marine Division Cavalry Regiment, was launching pre-war mobilization on the walkie-talkie.

"I will lead the charge!!!"

"High-explosive shells, volley! Ready! Fire!"

40 M1A1 main battle tanks charged sideways, automatically reloaded, raised their guns slightly, and boom!

One shot and no matter how strong your bones are, they will all turn into rotten things.

A pickup truck came out of the alley and moved gracefully. The armed drug dealer in the back seat was almost thrown off, but he quickly adjusted his body and operated the ZPU-1 anti-aircraft machine gun in the back pocket, firing horizontally!
"what!!!!!!"

The drug dealer who fired the gun had sturdy hands and arms that were thicker than his calves, but he still looked weak under the recoil of the machine gun. He was trembling a little, his face flushed, and he made sharp screams.

Ta-ta-ta…bang-bang-bang!

Do you want to blow up the M1A1 main battle tank head-on?

Are you kidding me?
Its weaknesses are on the sides and top. If you encounter it on the battlefield in the future, remember to move flexibly, avoid its smoothbore cannon, then slide to the side and attach a C4.

As long as you are flexible...

You will...

Be careful in your next life.

The M1A1 main battle tank that was hit was also a little annoyed, and the 7.62mm machine guns on both sides were firing forward!

shhhhhh…

The two groups shot at each other on the streets of Chengkou!
Bang…Puff!

Half of the machine gunner's head exploded like a watermelon, and the firepower stopped abruptly...

The car body was shot into a sieve.

The blood slowly slid down the tire.

In the face of the steel torrent, everything is just a paper tiger!

After the M1A1 main battle tanks entered the city and engaged in street fighting, Deputy Regiment Commander Michel Wittmann ordered the replacement of fuel-air explosive bombs!

Fight a street fight with you?
In your dreams!

There is a subject called "Tank Modernization" in the Northern Military Academy.

Many people were invited to discuss and research the issue. If the tank's mobility and artillery strike range are restricted, it will be no different from an ordinary garbage truck.

If you stop, you will be beaten.

So someone came up with an idea.

Blow it up!
No matter how tall the buildings or obstacles are, just blow them up. One fuel-air bomb is enough to destroy a four-story building, right?
If there are no tall buildings around the explosion, then it is just a "flat ground".

Isn't it very suitable for tank mobility?
Yep…

If the city is blown up, the worst that can happen is that we can just rebuild it.

Save the demolition costs.

You want drug dealers to hold explosives and die together with M1A1 main battle tanks?

With this ability, why would they be drug dealers?

Pooh!
It's not that we look down on them, but these people are criminals at heart, and the extreme sophisticates won't sacrifice their lives for the organization.

When the follow-up infantry arrived, the iconic buildings in the city had basically been blown up. The telecommunications building... was shaking, and the load-bearing walls below were collapsed by a single shot.

There were cries everywhere.

The panicked civilians ran away, carrying their belongings and families with them, some even in their slippers.

In war...

They are like duckweed and can only be forced to get involved.

The attack took place at 2 a.m.

At 2:45, the tanks broke through Anahuac!
At an open space outside the city, Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann got out of the car and gave the order to refuel, "Rest for twenty minutes!"

The command's battle plan was to take advantage of the rainy night and use a group of tanks to break into the enemy's city. The current city had no walls, so after rushing in, they would bombard the city indiscriminately, causing chaos, and then deploy subsequent infantry.

The main attack is a lightning shock.

Michel Wittmann touched the tank body, which was covered with scars. He looked around and saw that there were only 38 tanks left from the two battalions. One of them was unlucky and had its track hit by a drug dealer, causing it to get stuck...

Then it was hit by rocket fire from drug dealers and exploded instantly.

Another one was clearly a driver problem...

He rushed straight towards the shaking building, and was crushed by the collapse.

"Sir, give me a piece of bread." A member of the same crew handed him a piece of military bread. Michel Wittmann was not polite and tore open the vacuum packaging and started to bite it.

Don't expect this thing to taste good. It's hard and edible. It's not bad at all. It has a small piece of cheese and beef in it, which is not bad either.

It can also be seen from this that Victor wants to build a complete logistics support system for the troops as much as possible, but this is also very difficult.

The Mexican army still has a long way to go.

such as…

Troops stationed in the United States.

Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann looked at his watch, "Get up! Keep moving! Gentlemen, the general is watching us in Tijuana, for victory, move forward!"

The tank soldiers, who were physically and mentally exhausted, suddenly felt energized.

This is actually the spirit of faith.

For example, if you are asked to work overtime until 12 o'clock every day, you will scold your boss for not treating you as a human being and say that you are going to die of sudden death.

But if you know that what you have done can be entered into the ancestral hall, can be written into the county annals, city annals, and even the national records, and that you are the first to burn incense for them on Qingming Festival, I am afraid many people would be willing to die for it.

Now, the general is the spiritual belief.

As long as he gives an order, the three armies will obey!
...

On the Western Front, the 4th Marine Division Chief of Staff Major General Fedor von Bock was in charge, and the main strategy was to see who could outlast the enemy. Anyway, they were not the main force.

But he certainly had strategic foresight, and he understood that when the fighting started in the northeastern battlefield, the enemy would certainly understand the Northern Army's combat intentions and would either be at a loss as to what to do or be bold enough to swallow up the power of the feint attack.

The most important point is that when the rain stops and the sun comes out, the group of tanks will definitely be exposed.

So they had the artillery gathered and deployed, and as soon as they saw the drug dealers on the opposite side making any movement, they would bombard them indiscriminately.

Because most of the troops were new recruits, Fedor von Bock could sense the unrest in the troops, so he took people to inspect each company overnight to boost morale.

And at a company station, he stood on an armored vehicle and waved his hands, "According to the order of the Governor's Office, after we take over Nuevo León, we will carry out reforms. You, no matter what your household registration is, will be able to get land!"

"And those lands will be yours forever!"

"You can grow corn, potatoes, and avocados on it. The Governor's Office will back you up. If you want, you can sell them to the government. Your family will have extra income!"

"Your family doesn't have to work for those farmers, nor do you have to beg the rich and bureaucrats in the village to provide you with seeds."

"You will have full ownership of the land!"

"This is not my Mexico, nor the General's Mexico, gentlemen, you are fighting for your Mexico!"

Divide the land?!
The recruits below were stunned. Some of them had received some education, but most of them only had primary school education. Some were illiterate. The illiteracy rate in Mexico is about 6%.

Mexico's land system has undergone many changes, from the ancient Aztec "Carpui" system, to land distribution during the Spanish colonial period, to land reform in the early 20th century.

Especially in the early 20th century, most of the land in Mexico was concentrated in the hands of bureaucrats, the rich, the Catholic Church and foreign investors, resulting in Article 1917 of the Mexican Constitution of 27, which stipulates that ownership of all land and rivers within the national territory belongs to the state. The state has the right to grant its land rights to private individuals, but it can also expropriate private land for public purposes.

In other words, since the 19th century, many grassroots lands have actually been taken away by Americans. You farmers are no different from slaves. You can only work for them.

Does it look like... a local tyrant and evil gentry?
This is one of the reasons why internationalist fighters like Che Guevara and certain ideas could be implemented in Latin America.

Liberation theology is one of them.

Essentially, they are being exploited.

The American lay on top of a group of people and sucked himself full.

Victor had long wanted to move these lands. He would not allow his lifeline to be in the hands of the farmers. They should belong to the Mexican people.

If it were someone else, they might take it slow, spend a few decades, and finally compromise with capital.

But Victor won't...

He offended them all, including the damn bureaucrats, the rich, the Catholic Church and foreign investors.

I just turned the table over and quit!
They have set up their own military interest group, and most of the new recruits are "good kids" from poor families. Do you think they will sympathize with the capitalist class?
Conquer Nuevo León and distribute the land!
All Mexicans can be masters of their own destiny.

"Long live!!!"

After hearing the words of Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock, the audience was silent for a moment, then raised their hands and cheered loudly.

But at this moment, the sound of artillery fire was heard not far away.

"General! There's movement! The drug traffickers have compressed their defense line at the border and are firing artillery at us!" A staff officer trotted over and said.

Fedor von Bock's eyes lit up, he took a deep breath, and also felt the passion surge, and shouted loudly, "Go south!"

"Go south!"

I don't know who started shouting, but everyone shouted in unison.

"On my orders, artillery positions fire!"

More than 100 artillery pieces of various types fired towards the border.

I’ll blow up all your graves.

The two sides launched a large-scale artillery battle in the border area.

At this time, inside the Monterey Command Center.

Unusually quiet!

Unexpectedly, the Northern Army played a shady trick and rushed straight from the northeast. They have captured three small towns in a row. It may not seem like a lot, but the defense line has been disrupted.

The central region was vacated.

"Hurry up and call the border troops back!" the American adviser said with glaring eyes, "We must withstand the enemy's attack."

Although the drug dealers don't know how to fight, they also understand that this American is not a professional.

"Call back Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi." A sinister-looking leader said in a deep voice.

He is the governor of Nuevo León, a member of the Institutional Party, and the leader of the "Forces of Nuevo León" - José Andrés Guardado.

This force was established in 1966 and has a history of several decades. It is mainly engaged in drug trafficking and smuggling, and even sells these drugs to other regions by sea. It has its own cargo ships, although they look inconspicuous in Mexico.

But those that stood out had already been killed.

The main goal is to make money in a low-key way.

When the American advisor heard his words, he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "You are looking for that low-ranking officer? I understand military affairs, what does he know!"

My saliva is gushing out.

José Andrés Guardado looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes gradually became fierce, he grabbed his head and pressed it on the table, picked up a pen, and stuck it into his eyes!
"Damn it, in the Mexican drug cartel, if you don't have the ability, you'll be killed. I've put up with you for a long time, you stinky bastard!"

The American consultant has died of pain.

The people around him were silent.

"Go find someone!"

Soon, Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi was called over, and he was obviously stunned when he saw the American adviser lying on the ground.

José Andrés Guardado grabbed his hand.

"From now on, you will be responsible for the full command of the battle against the Northern Army."

Federico's heart stopped, then began beating rapidly.

A feeling of being trusted suddenly came over me.

Although drug dealers are illiterate, they also understand one thing: leave professional matters to professionals. Otherwise, why would they trust American consultants so much?
I still think he is awesome.

You can be fooled by others.

When Federico learned that the Northern Army had entered the territory, he frowned.

"Now, we have no choice but to go all in!"

He pointed at the map and said, "I will lead my men through Mina City and rush into Coahuila State to cut off the retreat of his feint attack troops. Then we will press forward and try to defeat them along the way. Then we can counterattack and destroy local facilities to disrupt the situation. But this way we will have a chance of survival."

To die and then to live.

Although a group of drug dealers don’t understand, they think it’s very cool.

“What do you need!”

"Money, a lot of money. I need to mobilize for war, and I also need the most elite "Monterrey Division" to be handed over to me."

When the drug lord Guardado heard this, he hesitated.

As the name suggests, the Monterey Division was responsible for surrounding the capital.

"I can give you three regiments, and the remaining one will stay here."

Upon hearing this, Staff Officer Federico looked at him. He was just talking originally, but he didn't expect the other party to really give it all.

The click of boots.

stand at attention!

"Pledge to defend Nuevo León."

"give it to you!"