Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 375 The impact of modern civilization!
According to the plan of Victor and Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others, the "Five-Day Plan" was implemented for Zacatecas.

Because, according to them, the old Japanese pirates could hold on for so long under Li Mei's "day and night whipping" without even a scream. No matter what, you are still a minority tribe that claims to be "not afraid of death".

It will take at least ten days or half a month.

Can you withstand a mere "light" solidified incendiary bomb?
Hey ~
There are so many acquaintances in Tokyo, did they call out to me?

It's a disgrace to Mexicans!

Those guys in the Air Force are also addicted to it. When you are looking down at the raging fire below from the air, the most primitive impulse in people's hearts can easily be ignited.

The plan was temporarily changed and the remaining incendiary bombs were thrown at other places, such as plantations and corners of the woods where the tribes were hiding.

烧!
Burn to death!

It directly caused a wildfire...

You can see creatures scrambling to escape in the mountains and forests.

The wild boar's hair stood on end, its eyes red, and it roared and howled, its short legs still moving quickly. A Eurasian lynx blocked its way in front of it, and it was pushed away by it, with its spine broken and bones sticking out from behind. It fell far away, and it was obviously dying. The light in its eyes gradually dimmed.

And in the mountains, in a Chichimec tribe called "Zacateco".

There was a lot of noise, birds singing and insects chirping.

You can see half-grown children holding wooden spears and shouting proudly, acting out the "savage bloodiness" of their ancient Chichimec ancestors.

A woman was busy cultivating the land nearby. If you only looked at this, you might think this was the "Peach Blossom Spring" described by Tao Yuanming.

But here, you can see a man holding an AK, with grenades tied on both sides of his belt, looking like a real terrorist, looking around vigilantly.

What is planted in the fields are "cash crops" unique to Mexico, crops that are urgently needed by some drug dealers.

Suddenly, a roar was heard from the low sky in the distance. The expressions of those armed men were obviously tightened, and their faces were wrinkled. When they looked up, they saw an "iron bird" flying over their heads.

"Plane! It's a plane, shoot!" A man who looked like a leader ran out of the wooden house and shouted loudly.

The AK47 uses a medium-powered one. What can you shoot to penetrate the aircraft's defense? Basically, the bullets are flying around, and I don't know where to repair the earth.

It was an "old" B-24 bomber.

Pilot Christensen looked down and said to the captain who was the co-pilot, "I seem to see pheasants dancing below."

"Then I think we should be able to have roast pheasant tonight."

"Give them something powerful, an M-47SB!"

This model is 19 M-47 rounds tied together and produced by the "Tijuana Oakvieve Army Factory".

One is worth 19, but there is no "customer feedback" and no one is giving bad reviews, so they should all be good reviews.

This kind of thing needs to be sent to the tribes below.

Xiaofei...the incendiary bomb is coming!
The bomb bay below opened and a huge piece of iron fell down with a whoosh.

The tribal militants below had just finished firing a magazine and were about to change magazines when the bomb hit directly in the middle of the village.

???

boom! ! !
The temperature instantly reached thousands of degrees Celsius, and the impact engulfed the entire village with flames. In an instant, within a gap of just a few tenths of a second, the ground could be seen turned into scorched earth, but soon, the flames exploded again.

There are about 900 people in the village...

The coverage of a solidification incendiary bomb can reach 6000 square meters, but an SB-type bomb like this can reach square meters, surrounding the entire village.

Leave no chickens or dogs behind!

From a distance, this hole looks like a "bald spot" that has been burned on a mountain range, and it is still filled with...

There are trees and combustibles all around...

"Return trip."

"I heard that the cafeteria has roast goose today."

Inside the bomber, the pilots were chatting with each other in a good mood.

On the way back, they saw other bombers on missions. Tijuana planned to take this opportunity to kill all the "unpopular tribes" in Zacatecas!
If you don't submit to the king's rule, you will be irritated by thunder.

There are also cannibals in the deep mountains and forests. In the mountains of Durango State, there is a tribe called "Mexicocannibals", with a population of about 5000, who still maintain the bad habit of human sacrifice.

Local government officials went to coordinate with them, hoping that they would move down and would allocate land to them, but they ignored them at all and instead cooked the leading male college student!
Also killed 4 staff members!
This incident caused a lot of controversy at the time.

Victor didn't say anything, and Kennedy didn't make any comments either. The commander of the 1st Marine Division, Lieutenant General Sigmut List, personally led the armed men up the mountain and surrounded them.

The chief and his entire family of 121 people were killed!
688 priests and extremist believers were buried alive!
More than 13 tons of drug raw materials were confiscated...

The remaining people were all randomly sent to the following cities or towns, with no more than 20 people in one place. The remaining 4000 people were distributed throughout Mexico.

did you see…

Cracking down on organized crime requires a list, but counter-terrorism only requires coordinates.

Give the tribes in Zacatecas state a good fight first, and they will probably obey.

Don't look for trouble.

The whole state was in chaos.

Mexico city.

Popovich had bloodshot eyes, an untidy beard, his hair was a mess, and he had a cigarette in his mouth. If you didn't look closely, who could tell that he was the president of a fake government?

He's just a beggar on the street.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep since receiving the news that Zacatecas had been bombed.

that…

That’s less than 600 kilometers from Mexico City!
It takes about five hours to drive there.

Due to the terrain, the rare central plateau is the natural barrier of the "capital" and the western gate!
If they hold here, the Northern Army will not be able to launch a surprise attack and their tail will be cut off. But if Zacatecas is gone now, won't they be exposed and will be directly attacked by the barbarians?
As for reinforcements?

Apart from those old Indians, who the hell can withstand altitude sickness?

Moreover, that bastard Victor threw incendiary bombs and the mountain was burned like Ge You's.

Just when Popovich was getting anxious, the office door was pushed open and Aldous Wendle walked in with a panicked look in his eyes. He tripped on the carpet and almost fell flat on his face, cursing.

"Brother, there is news!"

"Say it!"

Aldous Wendell looked at his brother's anxious expression, "About 600 people died in Zacatecas, and there is still fighting in the city."

600? ?
Popovich was surprised when he heard this number!

It’s not that I think it’s right, but I think it’s... not enough.

How could there be only 600 people?!

That flame was so big even when it was shown on TV. One ball of fire could cover dozens of people. And you told me that 600 people died?
There must be something wrong here.

Popovich looked suddenly at Aldous Wendle, his eyes fixed on him, and the latter flickered a little.

His heart sank, and he shouted, "Tell me clearly, how many people are there!!"

"600...no, 800..." Aldous began to stutter and was at a loss as to what to do.

"Did you go there or not, bastard?" Popovich slapped him and kicked him down angrily.

Aldous Wendell had a sad face. "Brother! That place is too high, and the fire is very big. The intelligence personnel can't get up there, and there is no one to report back. Didn't Victor and his men say that there were only 200 people? I thought there were at most 600 people..."

Popovich was so angry that he vomited blood. He covered his chest and felt his heart aching. He looked at his younger brother with more and more displeasure.

"Waste! Waste! Waste!!"

A dignified intelligence minister actually watches the news?
Why don't you go to the forum to collect information?

He was so angry that his nose almost crooked. He looked around and his eyes were fixed on the ashtray on the table. He grabbed it and threw it at Aldous Winder. The other man stretched out his hand to block it, grimacing in pain. "Brother, stop it, stop it! I have some information here. I know the location of the headquarters of the 4th Marine Division of the Northern Army!"

Wow!
The ashtray stopped beside his ear. The glass product looked a little scary...

Fuck!
They are brothers, who beat them like this?
Even in other places, no one would hit anyone with an ashtray.

"Speak! If you lie to me again, I will kill you and send you back to your hometown to bury you in the family cemetery!" Aldous Wendel shuddered and shook his head quickly.

"The headquarters of the 4th Marine Division is in Cerralbo..."

Popovich hurriedly walked to the map hanging next to him and looked at it hard.

"It's right next to Monterrey." Aldous said, enduring the pain, standing up and pointing his finger at a place, "About 30 kilometers away, Rommel is here!"

"How come it's so close? Did they take down Monterey?"

"Not yet. The Northern Army dropped more than 1300 tons of bombs, destroying the city center. But the leader Guardado is still resisting with his men."

"Guardado is so good at fighting?"

Popovich said in surprise.

The Northern Army attacked fiercely for more than half a month, right?

Even with aerial bombardment and the entry of ground troops, the area has not been completely cleared up and the situation is still at a stalemate. Drug traffickers in other parts of Nuevo León are fighting guerrilla warfare to delay the Northern Army.

"It is said that Guardado pays each drug dealer more than 1000 US dollars a day. If a Northern Army soldier is killed, a reward of 200 US dollars will be given. If a high ground or a building is captured, the reward ranges from 2 to 10 US dollars!"

"He also said that if we protect Monterrey, everyone will get a share of their business in the future!"

"Very courageous!" Popovich nodded slowly after hearing this.

He really spent all his savings.

Guardado's family has a great reputation in Nuevo León. He also knows that if his territory is lost, he will have two choices: death. Everyone knows that the Northern Army will not accept surrender from drug dealers.

Or you can just live under someone else's roof.

Seeing how chaotic Mexico is, who wouldn't want to be the most powerful person in the world? Who wouldn't want to be a local family and become a prominent family? At the very least, one has to support someone who can accomplish things.

But at a glance...

The north is brutal, the center is sluggish, and the south is isolated.

Where can you run to?
Only fight to the death!
The drug dealers below are very straightforward. A life is worthless, and all they need is money.

The closer you get to the south, the more rampant the drug dealers become.

Aldous Winder rubbed his numb and blue arms, and suggested to Popovich, "Brother, the battle on the ground between the two sides is in full swing and very intense. If we can blow up the headquarters of the 4th Marine Division and take down their command post, do you think the northern army in Nuevo León will lose morale? Then we can request the support troops from the south to land, and also request the warships to bombard the island. With these three approaches, we will definitely win this battle!"

This is very clear and the strategy is also very clear.

Popovich turned his head and looked at him, frowning, which made the other party feel itchy all over. Without waiting for the eldest brother to ask, he confessed directly with a wry smile, "This is Mile's advice."

Mile…

Popovich thought of the deputy minister of the intelligence department who was very low-key and steady in everything he did. He was very capable, but unfortunately, he was not a member of the family, so no one dared to let him be the director.

Ultimately, it's nepotism.

Do you think there is no nepotism in Europe and America?
They can even use a dog as an air force officer.

Popovich's position is too easy, so sometimes he can only trust his own people. At least his younger brother will not betray him, as their interests are linked.

Except for my brain not working well.

Namile was a top student who graduated from the National University of Mexico. He had no problem with his IQ and later studied intelligence and command in the United States. He was a rare talent.

"This information was also provided by Mile." Since Aldous Wendel had confessed, he didn't hide it anymore.

When Popovich heard that his younger brother didn't do it all by himself, he felt relieved, but he was still hesitant.

No courage at all!

"Brother, we have no choice but to fight to the death. The Americans' help hasn't arrived yet. The only way we can stop the 1st Marine Division is to decapitate them. Otherwise, when they push over and attack us from the south and west, we will be lambs to be slaughtered!"

"Okay! Let's do it! There's nothing to lose if we fail."

"you go…"

Popovich glanced at the other party and changed the subject, "Call Mile over here, I have something to say to him."

Aldous Wendel laughed awkwardly, and also realized that his own abilities were slightly flawed (he had no self-awareness at all), so he nodded and went out. He stood outside, looking at his eldest brother's back, swallowed, and left.

Popovich looked at the map with a confused look on his face.

After a while, a tall and strong man who looked like a fierce general knocked on the door and came in. He stood very straight, and his true character was revealed in his every move.

Compared to him, Chief Aldous next to him looked like a wretched man, standing next to him, and I thought he was a piece of shit of Milela.

If this name were in 2024, it would be one of the three idiots on the Internet.

Now, it is more common in South America.

Looking him up and down, Popovich became more and more satisfied.

"I've got a mission for you, Mile. If you do a good job, you'll be the director of intelligence."

The other party still had a dead look on his face, waiting quietly for the other party to continue.

"I want you to command the beheading of Sigmut Lister!"

……

A daily press conference in Tijuana.

Propaganda Minister Goebbels mainly announced the recent achievements of the Governor-General's Office, the next tasks, and the latest war results.

"Under General Victor's leadership, anti-drug efforts are progressing smoothly, and Tijuana has had no record of drug trafficking or drug use for more than 70 days!"

As he said this, several Mexican reporters below applauded.

Some European and American reporters had no expression on their faces.

This kind of thing…

It's been a long time, and happened many times.

They used this to express their protest against the lack of press freedom in Mexico.

Goebbels didn't care. After saying the rest of his words, he was about to leave when he saw a reporter jump up.

"Is it anti-drug when the Northern Army dropped incendiary bombs in Zacatecas? This is war, this is massacre! How many people did you kill? 200 people? Bullshit, you killed hundreds of thousands!!"

It was a male reporter, and as he spoke, a man next to him stood up and held a banner, "Stop the killing, Zacatecas needs human rights!"

"The United Nations needs to intervene, you are using weapons of mass destruction, you are committing a crime!"

The security came up and grabbed them!

A man who looked like Schwarzenegger, with arms as thick as telephone poles, saw the male reporter in his arms struggling, so he came up and slapped him...

The teeth are flying!
Good guy…

I was completely stunned.

Goebbels frowned and stopped. "We didn't use incendiary bombs. We used less powerful flame bombs. We just didn't expect a fire to break out. We are very sad. This is completely different from the incendiary bombs dropped by the Americans in the Vietnam War!"

???

How dare you say this?
Why don't you say it? That's bullshit.

Telling lies with open eyes is simply lawless.

"Excuse me, Mr. Goebbels, what do you think about Japan's request at the United Nations for UN troops to intervene in Mexico?" an Asian man jumped up and said.

He has a shifty look and his eyes are... as big as corns.

"Japan?"

Goebbels frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about Japan. I only know the American Consulate in Tokyo."

"No independent countries please, cut down on the farting!"

……

(End of this chapter)