Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 363 The General’s Son!!

There are staunch internationalist fighters, staunch feudal fighters, and naturally there are also capitalist fighters. Some fight for world peace, while others fight for their own interests.

Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi was confused, sitting in his car, watching the heavy rain outside.

maybe…

He fought just for that bite of rice.

He once joined the "Anti-Victor Alliance" for food, but the indiscriminate bombing of the Northern Army caused him to lose his home, his relatives and friends, and too much else. His heart was filled with anger towards the dictator.

Victor?
Under the guise of drug prohibition, they are actually bastards bringing harm to the country and the people!

He started a war to satisfy his own interests!
Shameful, despicable villain.

Now, Staff Officer Federico, out of respect for Mr. José Andrés Guardado, placed the stakes of Nuevo León on himself.

This was the first time he was needed so firmly by someone, and he couldn't let anyone down.

He checked his watch and picked up the intercom. "Everyone, speed up. Enter the enemy-occupied area before 500 a.m., and each person will be rewarded $!"

A staff officer sitting next to him who had a good relationship with him hesitated for a moment, then said, "Perhaps we should give our brothers more benefits."

"did you mean?"

"Three villages in the border area surrendered to Victor. They are traitors and should be... taught a lesson."

Federico frowned immediately.

He understood what the other party meant.

Plunder and massacre!

"According to the plan, we will cross the border, and there is a village in the middle of our journey, with a population of about 400. We want to disrupt the situation, and I think we have to attack them first. With our combat effectiveness, it won't take long to take them down, and then we are fully capable of continuing the mission."

Federico was silent. He really rejected this.

But he also understood that you cannot use moral standards to measure the fighting power of drug dealers. You have to make them understand what is profitable.

He hesitated and narrowed his eyes. "We will divide our troops into three groups. I will lead two regiments to cut off the retreat of the western army. You and Luca will lead two battalions each to create chaos. What you have to do is to muddy the water and divert the enemy's attention."

He still felt that he had to "get down to business".

"Yes!"

The co-pilot and the staff officer next to him looked surprised, glanced at each other, and quickly responded.

After all, what's faster than robbery?

The three regiments of the "Monterey Division" have a total of nearly 7000 people, all of whom are equipped with AK47, RPG series rocket launchers, the same RD-54 carrying equipment as the Soviet Army, RPK-74 light machine guns, two RGD-5 grenades per person, and SSH-40 helmets. Damn, people who are not familiar with them would think that the Soviets have invaded.

But these people did receive pure American-style training.

It is basically composed of desperadoes, drug dealers, gamblers and some gangsters, and the fighting is fierce and exciting.

Just to support these people, "New Leon Power" has to spend at least millions of dollars every month.

But the only advantage is that you don’t have to pay a pension.

Are you kidding? Drug dealers don't need this.

After a 4-hour long raid, the "Monterey" Division entered the border area and divided into three groups to act separately.

Because the state of Coahuila had just been liberated, the maintenance of public order depended entirely on the Fourth Division. The border was too long and there was no one patrolling.

Local maintenance troops such as the National Guard have not yet been replaced.

moo~
On the hillside, a half-grown boy was sitting cross-legged on a rock. Not far away, two cows were eating grass, their tails hanging behind them, with feces stuck on their butts, and mosquitoes were buzzing.

The child sat on a rock, holding a yellowed book in his hands, pointing his finger at the words, muttering, "Where is this... Uh?"

When I come across a word I don’t know, I scratch my head, circle it with a pencil, and say, “I’ll ask the teacher later.”

When he thought of the teacher, a smile appeared on his dark face.

Both his parents are dead, and he has been picking up garbage since he was a child. In the old Mexico era, he was forced to grow YS. When General Victor's soldiers invaded, all the drug dealers were shot.

He had seen drug traffickers who bullied him being hanged!
But he was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt very excited.

Later he was classified as a single household, but because of his young age, he received a subsidy of 600 pesos per month from the northern government and was entrusted to the care of an elderly widower in the village.

They also set up schools for them to go to school. If they don’t allow children to go to school, their families will be criticized.

The city district also sent two teachers to teach them.

The candy given by the teacher...

Really sweet!

They look really good when they smile.

The child is also relatively precocious. He helps to herd cattle in his spare time and carries books with him. He wants to get into a good university.

then…

Then help more people!

woohoo~
Just as he was about to turn the pages of the book, he suddenly heard the sound of a machine. The cow raised its head in confusion, but its mouth was still busy chewing.

The child stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw many cars driving on the road and many strange armed men in military uniforms.

That uniform is not from the Northern Army at all.

He stared with panic in his heart, and jumped off the stone. He didn't even have time to pick up the book that fell on the ground. He didn't bother to care about the cow and quickly took a shortcut and ran towards the village.

"Not good! Not good!"

An old farmer who was drying corn at the entrance of the village saw him running over and about to step on his corn, so he shouted, "Alaman! Don't run! What's going on?"

"The drug dealers are coming! The drug dealers are coming!"

The child shouted breathlessly.

The old farmer's expression changed, and the villagers nearby who heard the noise also froze in their faces, and then they started shouting in panic.

Drug dealer!

The word "extremely vicious" is not enough to describe it.

Many drug cartels will demand "ransom money" from local people. If you pay the money calmly, then there is no problem, but the price they ask for is completely beyond the affordability of ordinary people.

So, some people resisted.

There is a village called Texcaltitlan in Michoacan State. When the Michoacan family came here to ask for money, the villagers who couldn't stand it anymore fought with the drug dealers, killing ten people and losing four of their own lives.

This caused dissatisfaction among the Michoacan families, and they sent people to kidnap the village chief and his son, three village policemen and dozens of villagers, and then executed them!

Massacres, village destruction, even forcing female villagers to sell Y and children to sell drugs are common.

"They will kill us! No, no, let's go!" A man shouted and screamed with fear in his eyes, running around like a fly.

boom!
A gunshot!
Everyone at the entrance of the village fell silent.

Then I saw a man with a scarred face, half of his nose missing, and a slight limp. He was wearing a cowboy hat and holding an M9 pistol in his hand. His voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that his vocal cords were injured.

"What are you panicking about! All personnel are on war footing. Kali, take the militia to get guns. Kilt, take the elderly, weak, and disabled to the cave in the back mountain. Mikasa, call the surrounding towns for help!"

Everyone whose name was called responded.

Only when they saw him did they calm down and feel more confident.

Victor implemented the "militia policy" very early on. On the one hand, it could provide himself with sufficient manpower and reduce the training period for new recruits. On the other hand, it could allow them to protect themselves, especially in border areas where they face off against drug dealers.

In a village with a population of 400, all the young men and women have undergone military training.

Whether male or female, the bullets fired have the same lethality.

They were also equipped with weapons, but of course not too many, 30 assault rifles, an M249 machine gun, 2 rocket launchers and 5 artillery shells, and 20000 rounds of ammunition.

Only the village chief has the key, and he will send someone to check every week. If the accounts don't match, you'll end up going to jail.

The village chief, Leibua Bogdo, walked up to the yelling villager and looked at him sinisterly. The other's eyes flickered and he lowered his head.

"Isn't he just a drug dealer? What are you afraid of?!"

"I followed General Victor on his expeditions and fought 21 battles. I killed 318 drug dealers and captured 76 alive. In the last battle, my entire platoon was killed and I was the only one left. I resisted the attack of a company of drug dealers for three hours. When I was dug out from the pile of dead bodies, I was still biting the drug dealer's ear in my mouth. Pah! The meat of the bastard is stinky!"

"The general recognized my bravery and personally awarded me the pistol." He patted the M9 pistol in his hand and looked at everyone.

The little boy, Alamein, looked at him with shining eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and was excited all over.

"I came to the village and what did I see? Poor people, drug dealers, orphans, and prostitutes!"

"What happens after I arrive?"

"The poor have extra money in their pockets, the drug dealers are beaten to death, the orphans have books to read, and the prostitutes have clothes to wear!"

The village chief, Lebua Bogdo, took a deep breath and said, "The general has treated us well. We have no choice but to fight to the death. Are you going to watch your homes being destroyed again?"

"Pick up your guns and fight back!"

"If I unfortunately die in battle, please tell my eldest brother that my parents will support me. I am now a general. Long live General Victor!!!"

A deafening sound came from the biting vocal cords.

Alamein raised his little hand, "Long live General Victor!!!"

The militia members who ran over with guns also shouted.

"Come on, come on, Alamein, follow me."

A village official named Kilt, wearing glasses, came up and grabbed the child.

"I'm not leaving, I'm staying to fight!"

The village chief, Lebua Bogdo, took an M249 machine gun from the militia, heard Alamein's words, looked at him, walked over and touched his head.

"Village chief, I want to stay." Alaman said stubbornly, looking at the other's face, suddenly, Lebua Bogdo smiled.

The face that was injured by the bomb looked a little "ferocious" when he smiled. When he saw him for the first time, Alamein was so scared that he burst into tears.

Now...his eyes are red.

"Little brat, I'm not dead yet. If you want to fight, I have to grow up. Go, it will be your turn only after we are all dead."

The village cadres pulled him aside and said, "Yes, let's go. Don't delay the village chief and others."

Alamein pursed his lips. Lebua Bogdo buttoned up his clothes and wiped away the tears from his eyes. "Don't cry, why do you cry as a man?"

"Remember to eat more, you are too thin."

"Victor's soldiers need to be strong!"

"get out."

Lebua Bogdo slapped Alamein on the head, and the latter was dragged away, crying.

He took a deep breath, "Squad One controls the commanding heights, Squad Two holds the bomb crater on the left side of the village entrance, and Squad Three is inside the house. Proceed according to the exercise plan."

"Class 1, follow me."

"Class Two, follow me."

"Shift Three..."

The squad leader shouted and took his men into combat positions.

...

"Sir, we have arrived at Taos Village."

Javier Basque was sitting in the car when a second lieutenant ran over and said.

He was the officer who persuaded Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi to carry out the massacre of the village.

With his triangular eyes and the whites of his lower eyes, he looks a little scary.

He got off the car and looked into the distance, but he was rather short, less than 160cm tall, and could not see clearly what was ahead. Of course, he was much taller than the Japanese-vaunted god of war, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi.

"Help me up." He pointed to the hood of the SUV next to him and said that he wanted to stand on it to take a look.

The lieutenant was startled and said hesitantly, "Sir, this is too dangerous."

"Hahaha, are you still afraid of snipers? I'll just take a look at the geographical location." Javier Basque smiled and shook his head.

Seeing how determined he was, the second lieutenant had no choice but to obey him.

Standing on the hood, I could see the village in the distance.

We are surrounded by mountains, so we can only charge from three sides, but... why is there no one?

Has someone discovered it? !
He lowered his head and shouted to the soldiers below, "Charge."

boom!
A short gunshot startled the birds in the woods outside the village.

Javier Basque's head exploded, and half of his face was gone. Blood instantly poured onto the lieutenant's face, and the latter stared with his pupils shrinking.

The body fell from the SUV.

Lying on the ground...

The surrounding Monterey Division soldiers were stunned!
The commander was sniped? ! !

"kill!"

"Massacre this village!"

After Javier Basque fell, a major battalion commander took over command and shouted angrily.

A few minutes ago…

On a roof in the village, two militiamen were lying on the ground with M16 series rifles in their hands.

They were obviously surprised to see so many drug dealers, but who would have thought that at this moment, a man who looked like a commander climbed onto the hood and started giving orders.

"Chavez, can we kill him?" a young-looking militiaman asked his companion next to him.

The latter gestured the distance and said, "Let me try!"

My companion nodded, a little nervously.

In the militia company, Chavez had the best marksmanship. He also participated in a militia competition held by the 4th Marine Division and came in just short of second place. That very important officer said that he would give him a rank of second lieutenant after he joined the army.

Chavez stared at Javier Basque, and when he calmed down, he could hear the sound of his heart thumping. He took a deep breath and kept moving.

Shoot decisively!
The bullet comes out!

In the blink of an eye, the person standing on the SUV fell off.

"Well done!" his companions shouted excitedly.

Chavez smiled shyly.

At this moment, the drug dealers outside were obviously furious and rushed towards the village.

The battle begins instantly!

On the back mountain.

Hearing the gunshots below, everyone turned around.

"Go! Stop looking." Kilt touched Alamein's head.

"I swear on the Seychelles River that I will kill all the drug dealers!!!"

The Seychelles River is a nearby river that has nurtured the people for many years.

Gilt sighed.

……

Tijuana.
The weather is foggy.

It's raining lightly.

The road was filled with vehicles, honking their horns and swearing.

And in a very private hospital.

Quietly!

Everyone inside stood straight.

There were only heart-wrenching screams in the delivery room.

Victor sat quietly, his eyelids fluttering.

Today is…Former secretary Krista Schroeder gave birth.

Casare next to him smiled and said, "Don't worry, boss. It's okay. We have the best doctors in Mexico here."

Victor looked up at him. Fatty Ka had lost a lot of weight recently. Ever since his mother died, he had been depressed for a long time before he calmed down.

His younger brother Tian graduated early and was arranged to work in the Imperial Guard as a confidant. As long as he works for two years, he will definitely be promoted.

He nodded, "You need to rest recently, the dark circles under your eyes are getting darker."

Casare felt warm in his heart.

pat~
The lights in the operating room dimmed.

He saw the door open and the doctor came out. Casare stood up and ran over, "How is the doctor?"

If you didn’t know, you would think his wife was giving birth.

"Mother and child are safe, weighing 8 kilograms." said the female doctor with a smile.

Casare laughed, "Boss! You're a father now!"

Victor came over and said it was impossible not to be excited. He took the child from the doctor's hands. This was the first time he was a father in his two lifetimes.

When I saw him with his eyes closed, I felt a blood connection with him.

The little thing kicked its short legs and blew bubbles from its mouth, and Victor smiled.

The leader of the Northern Army, who was so powerful outside, actually showed a gentle look at this moment.

Propaganda Minister Goebbels, Chief of the Guard Joseph Joffre, Deputy Governor Casare, George Smiley from the intelligence department, Jason Bourne and others standing nearby all showed joy on their faces.

The general has a successor!
This means that their small group will have a target to pledge allegiance to in the future.

They all looked at the "little prince" with gentle eyes.

If the wife can’t give birth to a son in the future, then this will be their “king!”

loyalty!!
Just then, the nurse pushed out a mobile bed, and Christa Schroeder, lying on it, had a pale face.

Seeing her like this, even Victor, who was cold-hearted by nature, felt a little guilty. After all, when a woman gives birth, she is really fighting with death.

It was like a trip to hell.

"Thank you~" Victor whispered.

Krista Schroeder smiled, "Let me see."

Putting the child next to her, the woman looked at the chubby face and a smile appeared on her face.

She looked at Victor, "General, give him a name."

As he spoke, there was a pleading look in his eyes.

Casare and the others standing nearby suddenly became quiet.

They all knew that Krista Schroeder was the boss's mistress, and if she was willing to use the last name "Vieri", it would mean that she would accept him.

Otherwise, she would just be a concubine.

Victor looked down at his chubby son and touched his little face.

"From now on, he will be called Caesar Napoleon Vieri!"

Casare's eyes suddenly widened.

Goebbels narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Krista Schroeder burst into tears of joy.

……

(End of this chapter)