Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 364 Why can’t American orthodoxy exist in Mexico?
Casare, who was standing nearby, heard the name, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent.

Victor handed his son to the nurse and gave a few instructions to the doctors, asking them to use the best medical equipment to take care of Krista Schroeder.

"The security level here has been raised to the highest level. Also, I don't want to hear anyone outside spreading this news."

"understand!"

"clear."

Goebbels, who was in charge of the public opinion window, and Chief of the Guard Joseph Joffre responded.

Victor is not like those drug dealers who have plastic surgery to avoid being hunted down, and then kill the doctor after the surgery.

For legal subjects, he prefers to use the "interest bundling" method, such as raising the salaries of doctors and nurses and providing better treatment for their families and children.

After coming out of the hospital, the bodyguards outside had already driven their cars over. They were all Mercedes-Benz cars. Victor picked one at random and got in.

"When the child turns one year old, will you be responsible for baptizing him? I want you to be his godfather."

Casare just came in and heard the boss's words. He was startled and then shook his head, "How can I be qualified..."

"If you don't have it, who in the world does?"

"We are brothers. We agreed that my child is your child. If something happens to me one day, Caesar will still need your care." Victor patted his hands.

When Casare heard this, his nose felt a little sour.

After all, entrusting an orphan to someone else is an act of extreme trust, no matter in the East or the West. He stopped being pretentious and nodded, saying yes.

After the convoy started.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Boss, isn't the name Caesar a little too old? Are you going to train him as your legitimate son in the future?"

The concubine's son is named Caesar Napoleon Vieri. Could it be that the son born to the wife is named Brutus Wellington Vieri?
Destined enemies?

Upon hearing this, Victor leaned back, rubbed his swollen neck, and said with a smile, "If Europe can have the Capetian dynasty and the Habsburg family, why can't it have the Vieri dynasty?"

Casare's brain froze for a moment, and then he was stunned.

In modern civilization, do you still want to implement the feudal system?
"The Holy Roman Empire is not holy, the Super America is not super, why can't their orthodoxy be in Mexico?"

well...

This unrealistic ambition sometimes sounds ridiculous, but if Victor says it, it would be quite thought-provoking.

Will the legitimate son be called Washington from now on?
Good guy…

Washington is Victor's son, it's exciting to think about it.

Casare pinched the bridge of his nose. "What a grand plan."

"Of course the first thing we have to do is kill the drug dealers!"

When the convoy reached a red light, George Smiley ran down from the car in front and knocked on the glass.

"what happened?"

Victor pulled down the window and asked when he saw the other person's anxious look.

"General, a force of more than 5000 troops from Nuevo León has entered Coahuila!"

"Why panic!"

"Pass the information to the General Staff, have them coordinate with the front line, and command the troops to kill them!"

"Understood." George Smiley took a deep breath, picked up the phone and began to coordinate.

"It seems like he has met a ruthless guy who doesn't care about his family anymore and is ready to beat him to death with random punches. It's a small loss for Rommel to meet such a guy." Victor said with a smile.

Not worried at all.

Could it be possible that the fight could be fought in Tijuana?
Casare nodded slightly, "After all, there are quite a few drug dealers."

"No matter what, we must conquer Nuevo León. The Falcon Reservoir there can solve a lot of water problems. Aren't the Americans planning to come over in two days? If you want a ceasefire, give this place to us!"

The Falcon Dam is very important for the borders of both countries. McAllen in the United States relies on it for water, and relying on water monopoly, it can impose economic sanctions on Mexico.

It may not be easy to get it.

"Things are not right in the United States, and they want to completely resolve the dispute with Mexico," Casare said.

"It seems that George H.W. Bush's health cannot allow him to serve as president again. Perhaps, we need to hold an early election."

Victor heard this and asked, “Are you going to die?”

"Not necessarily yet, it's just a little bit worse."

"God bless him... and may he die soon." Victor made the sign of the cross on his chest.

God will listen to Victor, right?
...

4th Marine Division Headquarters.

Rommel's expression was solemn.

The front-line troops have been reporting good news frequently. The Northern Army has captured seven small towns in a row and reached the important city of Vallecillo, which is less than 7 kilometers away from Monterrey.

The entire territory will be recovered in no time.

The drug dealer did this to himself again.

"The Monterrey Division attacked Coahuila from the middle. They had two goals: one was to disrupt the battle so that we could return for support, and the other was to give us a heavy blow along the way!"

"Second, cut off the feint attack troops' retreat, attack them from both sides together with the drug dealers, and defeat the Western Route Army."

A staff officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel was talking on the map while holding a stick.

"Which friendly unit is the closest?" Rommel asked in a deep voice.

"The 5th Regiment of the 1st Marine Division is stationed in the southeastern part of Durango State. The regiment commander is..." The staff officer next to him quickly opened the "contact book" to check, "Colonel Wilhelm Guderian."

"Request assistance from the 1st Marine Division and ask them to enter Coaviva State to protect the rear of my feint attack force!"

"Will they save us?" someone asked.

"According to the Wartime Regulations, those who fail to rescue friendly forces will be treated as deserters!" Rommel said solemnly, "Apply to the Supreme Command again."

In order to prevent the situation of "my friendly forces are in trouble and I just watch the show" from happening on the battlefield, Victor severely punishes those who do not help others in need.

"Yes, sir!"

Rommel slammed the table.

Fuck!
I was tricked by the drug dealers.

At this time, there was a place called Savillian Village, 60 miles behind the Western Route Army.

It means: hometown of warriors.

Two regiments led by Federico Ferrari Orsi attacked here fiercely, bombarding 4.5 square kilometers of land with the artillery they carried with them.

Four thousand drug dealers stormed toward it.

And Fedor von Bock was fighting on the front line, and he was a man who preferred to play it safe, so he placed a glorious company here.

A Company, A Battalion, 336th Marine Regiment, th Marine Division.

This unit was originally the 112th Mexican Regiment, which was the army that restored order and made great achievements in the attack on the industrial park. It was later established as one of the main force regiments.

In later battles, he made many military achievements. The first regiment commander Vasily is now the deputy commander of the 4th Marine Division.

The entire A Company, consisting of 276 people, is responsible for protecting the feint attack troops!
Chug tug tug…

bang bang bang...

There were gunshots everywhere in the village.

Two soldiers helped a comrade retreat. The drug dealers behind them shot at them. The bullet penetrated the leg of the one on the right. He howled and knelt on the ground.

Wearing a mask and with fierce eyes.

"Phyllis, hurry up! I'll cover you." As he said this, he sat down and fired his gun. The drug dealers behind him were so scared that they quickly lowered their heads.

"Surrender, we treat prisoners well!" the drug dealer shouted through a loudspeaker.

"There have always been Victor soldiers who died in battle, and no one who surrendered to drug dealers! I joined the army, not to surrender! Bastard!" Phyllis roared.

"Ah!!!!" His face flushed.

He picked up the injured comrade in the middle, took off the pull buckle he was carrying, and buckled it on the back of the injured comrade behind him.

"Let me go, Phyllis!"

"We are brothers, I will take you home!"

He patted the other man's helmet.

With a roar, he stood up, carrying nearly 100 kilograms of equipment, and dragged his comrades back.

Bullets and shells flew past his ears.

The comrades on the ground continued to shoot with their guns.

The blasted car next to it was still on fire.

Phyllis's breathing was rough, and there was a smell of rust rising from her nose, the smell of blood.

puff…

Shot in the left leg!
Phyllis fell heavily to the ground, and his comrade fell off, his life or death unknown.

The drug dealers stood up and rushed over.

Chug tug tug…

Phyllis was hit by four or five bullets and was spitting blood. He took out a grenade from his clothes, pulled the fuse with great effort, pressed it with his thumb, and stuffed it into his clothes.

Four or five drug dealers approached him, looked down at him, and pointed their guns at him.

Phyllis looked up at the sky. He seemed to see a woman leaning against the door, looking at him, "Mom, we can't go back."

The hand in my arms loosened.

The drug dealer suddenly opened his eyes wide!
collapse! ! !
The explosion took away the drug dealers around him.

Let’s go to hell together!
In Hell, Victor's soldiers are stronger!

This is just an abbreviation of the battle situation in Savillian Village.

Company A 300 vs 4000!

Fighting for the high ground in this village
In the highest church.

There were corpses everywhere.

It was robbed by drug dealers four times, and the company commander personally led the soldiers to snatch it back. The statue of God stood in the middle of the open space, looking at the fighting two sides with empty eyes.

you say…

Did it think humans were ridiculous when it fell to the ground?

"Take it back! Take the church back!" the drug dealer outside screamed and threw a grenade in, causing the church to shake three times.

It wasn't like the flames shooting up into the sky in the movies, but more like flowers scattering from the sky.

Four or five drug dealers rushed in and exchanged fire with the Northern Army inside.

Blood spurted out of Jesus' eyes.

He finally shed tears.

But the next second, a grenade fell at his feet, and with a bang, the two-meter-high sculpture collapsed in an instant.

Jesus…

You can't protect yourself on the battlefield. You need a gun, asshole!
Outside the village.

Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi looked anxious.

6 hours!
4000 people fought for six hours, and damn, an entire village was taken down!

"Are all the Northern Army soldiers inside supermen? Fill them in! Keep filling them in!" He pushed away the little leader in front of him and shouted.

When the war reaches this point, all other tricks are useless. It all depends on who has the tougher character.

The Monterey Division knew that the person standing there was the commander, otherwise they would have shot him directly.

"The losses are too heavy. We lost two companies." A bearded man said in a muffled voice.

Federico Ferrari Orsi took a deep breath and said, "We must charge forward no matter how great the damage is. Otherwise, we will die here!"

"Then why don't you charge?" someone asked in a low voice.

Suddenly, the whole space became quiet.

Everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Federico's heart shuddered, he glanced at the anxious battlefield, his eyelids twitching. After all, he was airborne, and the people of the Monterrey Division didn't recognize him at all. You were standing behind and giving orders while your brothers in the front were charging forward.

Isn't this just asking us to die?
"Give me the gun!" Federico yelled, snatching an AK from the drug dealer next to him, "Follow me! Whoever runs away, I'll kill first! If we can't take Savillian Village, we'll all die here and we won't go back!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the village with his head held high.

The drug dealer leader behind him saw this and had no choice but to follow.

The two sides were fighting in a small village.

The coolness of war is cruel coolness.

After receiving Rommel's "request for support", the Tijuana Command issued an order to the 1st Marine Division in Durango State.

Although the division commander Sigmut List was unhappy, he also understood the consequences of not rescuing the enemy and disobeying military orders, so he had no choice but to issue a combat order to the 5th Regiment.

Guderian was very decisive when he received the order.

He ordered three battalions to go to the rescue, and one battalion to continue to stay where they were, because they were only one step away from "Zacatecas State". If they didn't hold on here, it would be ridiculous if they were counterattacked.

The CH-47 transport helicopters sent from the four divisions carried 170 vanguard troops to reinforce, and the rest had to drive themselves.

Guderian led the team himself.

The Air Force also dispatched reconnaissance planes to conduct reconnaissance on the enemy and convey the information to the front-line troops.

"Sir, command asked us to go to Savillian Village!"

Guderian frowned, "Map!"

The staff officer quickly spread out the map and pointed his finger at the exact location. "The drug dealer has been blocked here for six hours."

"How many defenders are there here?"

The staff officer's expression was serious. "One company."

"How much?!" Guderian thought he had misheard and turned his head to look at him.

“Less than 300.”

The head of the Fifth Regiment took a deep breath and said, "Speed ​​up! Order the vanguard to reinforce. Is there any small path that can lead to a breakthrough?"

"Here, you can get there directly through a canyon in Zacatecas State, which can save about 2 hours of travel, but it's very dangerous..."

"The Fifth Regiment has enjoyed danger since ancient times!"

"Change the route and move forward!"

"Yes!"

The staff officer responded and picked up the walkie-talkie to give orders.

The convoy immediately changed direction.

support!

Friendly troops!

When the Battle of Nuevo León began.

Popovich in Mexico City received the news.

Blisters suddenly appeared in my mouth.

I feel a little irritated.

Everyone was called to the meeting, but no one was able to raise any effective opinions. Instead, everyone was arguing and shirking responsibility, saying that it was someone's fault that they did not receive the intelligence about the attack.

"enough!"

Popovich stood up and slammed the table. His younger brother, Aldous Wendell, looked at the people below with a bad face.

As soon as the door behind him opened, several armed men with guns rushed in.

The conference room, which was like a vegetable market, suddenly became quiet.

Popovich waved his hand and the armed men left.

He understood the importance of guns to be able to sit in this position, and with the help of his family, he established a guard and his position in the Institutional Party was immediately consolidated.

"How long are you going to quarrel? Are you going to wait until Victor calls in? Is now still the time for internal strife? I tell you, if any of you makes me unhappy, I will make him unhappy too!"

Popovich snorted coldly.

The politicians below looked at each other.

"Sir, we must save Nuevo León. Monterrey respects us very much, and it is also the only territory of the Institutional Party. If we don't save it, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among more people." An old man sitting in the lower right position spoke.

Very old.

This is General Francisco Pancho, the old man of the Institutional Party, 72 years old, and the current Minister of Defense.

It's really funny that Mexico has three people in charge of defense.

One in the north, one so-called orthodox in the middle, and one drug dealer in the south.

It was simply a war among warlords.

However, Francisco Pancho is a real living fossil of the military. He was born in Mexico City in 1919, joined the army in 1939, and then joined the Mexican Expeditionary Force in 1942 to participate in the battle against the Japanese army in the Philippines.

He killed four Japanese soldiers with his own hands.

He was awarded the United States Medal of Merit. After returning, he continued to serve in the army. After retiring, he was appointed Secretary of Defense by Popovich.

This old man is very upright and often uses his salary to help the poor. He also strictly prohibits his children and relatives from trafficking, transporting and taking drugs, which is unique in Mexico.

I have had conflicts with drug dealers several times.

But his status is too sensitive. Many people are his fans, including the arrested "Godfather" Gallardo, who regards him as an idol and even send gifts to him personally or by others during festivals.

In the army, many people are his disciples.

With such a status, wanting to kill him... is it necessary? The old man won't live for many years anyway.

The main reason why he helps the Institutional Party now is - stubbornness!
Francisco Pancho believed that Victor in the North was a rebel and the drug dealers in the South were bastards, neither of whom had gone through an election, and that only the Institutional Party in the center was in compliance with the Constitution.

Victor also sent people to invite him, and Casare even came to recruit him in person when he was in power, but he was rejected every time.

He is only loyal to the Constitution!

Hearing him say this, Popovich got a little nervous. He didn't have much territory to begin with, and if there was no more in Nuevo León, he would be no better than the head of a village.

"What should we do? Is there any good solution?" someone asked urgently.

"How about...making peace with Victor?" someone said whimsically.

Admiral Francisco Pancho glanced at the fool who spoke, "Do you think the victor will negotiate with the loser?"

"That beast will only want more."

"What we can do now is to be forced to start a war and use the name of the ruling party to scold Victor to stop the war. Of course, this is not of much use, but it will allow us to stand in a weak position and then send reinforcements from other states to attack other bases of the Northern Army, such as Michoacan and Jalisco. The defense line is very long and the Northern Army cannot resist it all."

"Most importantly, report to the United Nations..."

General Francisco Pancho paused, "Ask them to send peacekeeping troops to intervene. As long as someone sends troops in, the Northern Army will not use large-scale weapons so frequently."

"It's better to let the US military come."

"Will the Americans come?" Popovich was a little skeptical.

The United States has only 55 peacekeepers around the world...

Yes, that's it.

Garrisoning does not mean peacekeeping!

They all went there to disrupt local peace.

Admiral Francisco Pancho looked at this "idiot" and almost got so angry that his mouth twisted. Did he have to explain everything so clearly?

Fortunately, there are still some smart people here.

"You mean, allow the US troops to be stationed there?!!!" someone shouted at the top of his voice, and the sound suddenly went up several dimensions.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

The old general also felt embarrassed.

After the Mexican-American War, the Mexicans were unhappy with the other side and ceded 230 million square kilometers of land, which was equivalent to another Mexico.

If you let them come in and station troops like this...

Not to mention whether the Americans are willing or not, many of our countrymen are unwilling to do so!

Admiral Francisco Pancho said nothing, just looked at Popovich. As an old hand, he only gave suggestions.

The latter's expression changed immediately.

Americans will only come if we can bring them benefits.

What to give?

"All of you go out, old general, stay for a while."

The others looked at each other and walked out with sighs.

"You get out too," Popovich said to his brother.

Although Aldous Wendel was unhappy, he went out obediently.

"What can we give the Americans, sir?" Popovich looked at General Francisco Pancho and asked, and before the other party could speak, he spoke first.

"How about ceding Nuevo León to the United States?"

The Defense Minister's eyes widened.

What the hell!

I just hope that the United States can station troops to fight against Victor, but you are just taking away our ancestors' land.

This…

How to face the public?
General Francisco Pancho suddenly felt something was wrong.

"I want you to visit the United States. Any conditions are negotiable!"

Sure enough, nothing good happened.

……

(End of this chapter)