Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 383 Northern Torture—Sharks Are in Love!
Here, Aldous Wendel was working hard to "output" to the BBS.

Performing "paper talk".

The 6000-man force supported by the southern government has already penetrated deep into the state of Nuevo Leon. Brigade Commander Alex Phillips led his men to climb "Abbotsford Mountain" at night, which is only about 200 meters high.

Looking at the "sun" struggling to rise in the distance, he wanted to say something, but in the end...

puff~
A fart spurted out from his butt. A lieutenant colonel standing behind him had his wig blown off before he could climb up. He looked at his colleagues below in embarrassment.

Alex Phillips had no idea that his fart had caused such a big "incident". He looked down at the front, stretched out his hand, and said in high spirits, "The Northern Army is vulnerable. Give me enough troops to recapture Nuevo León, enter Durango, and capture Victor alive!"

"The brigade commander is right, well said!"

The sycophants below clapped and shouted excitedly.

Along the way, they had witnessed the combat effectiveness of the Northern Army, which collapsed at the first touch. The 4th Marine Division was basically gone in the southern part of Nuevo León and the southeast side of Monterrey.

Alex Phillips must be showing off.

After all, that was Victor!
The tyrant of Mexico, defeating him would just prove one thing, that I am the "God of War" of Mexico!
Victor, it's just fake stuff created by public opinion.

A gust of wind blew, and the dreaming Sir Alex Phillips shuddered and pulled his clothes hard, "Can we reach Monterey tomorrow?"

"There's still 200 kilometers to go, and with some heavy weapons, it might be difficult."

Alex Phillips frowned after hearing this. "Put the heavy weapons behind and let the light infantry go first. I can't wait to see the entry ceremony that Monterrey has prepared for me."

"Let one battalion guard the heavy weapons and march behind, while the other troops advance quickly. Once we have defeated the 4th Marine Division, I will commend you for the honor!"

Some people standing behind him felt that his combat methods were rather radical and that steady and cautious approach was the better strategy, but no one dared to speak out to remind him.

After the fleet was bombed, Brigadier General Alex Phillips was already unhappy, and the Southern government also scolded him, which made him, who was very proud, almost find a hole to hide in. Of course, he didn't know what hole to find.

After entering Nuevo León, he found that the enemy was vulnerable, and his arrogant character was magnified.

The sky is the first, the earth is the second, and he is the third...

Victor?
You are only fit to lick your own ass.

"It is said that Victor's mistresses are very beautiful. When we capture them, we will let you enjoy them first!"

What General Yuwen!
Now call me boss!

"Thank you, Brigadier!"

Alex Phillips laughed, his hands on his hips, as if he had won.

At this time, the National Mountain Park is 160 kilometers northwest of Monterey.

If a satellite could see it, the place is heavily guarded and full of soldiers!
The headquarters of the 4th Marine Division is located here.

Rommel also hid here.

“We’re in!”

In a command post built in a tent, the scruffy-bearded commander of the 4th Division, Rommel, stared at the map with glowing eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

The pressure on him was enormous.

This meant that he, who was very particular about his own cleanliness, had not shaved for a long time.

The same was true for Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock, who was standing next to him. He went to great lengths to lure in support troops from the south.

"The 61st Brigade of the South is 200 kilometers away from Monterrey. Once they get here, don't even think about running away. We will launch a pincer attack in Vallecillo and Cadereta to eat them up in one fell swoop. If they insist on defending Monterrey, we will bombard them indiscriminately. If they want to retreat, we will use our troops to defend China and Montemorelos. This is the only way for them to retreat!"

"How many people did the 61st Brigade release here?" Rommel felt his throat itchy, picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table, unscrewed the lid and asked.

Fedor von Bock frowned, "Each of them released a company, more than 100 people."

"???"

Rommel was just about to drink some water when he heard this and a question mark appeared on his head?

He put the mineral water aside and took the intelligence from the chief of staff. "A company? Does Alex Phillips look down on me or is he throwing a smoke bomb at me?"

Fedor von Bock groaned for a moment, "Perhaps, he simply believes that he will succeed."

Rommel's left eyebrow twitched, and he turned back to look at the map. "Bring me a pen."

The staff officer next to him hurriedly handed over the pen.

"There is a bridge three kilometers west of China. After capturing China, the troops blew up the bridge, leaving no way to retreat. Then they turned to Montemorelos. This is a plain with endless expanses. If we want to retreat, we can only go from here. Here, we will have a decisive battle with them! We will consume their manpower in one battle. By then, Nuevo León and Tamaulipas will not have any main forces!"

Fedor von Bock nodded. He agreed with the battle plan. "But if the troops advance on a large scale, they will definitely not be able to escape the eyes of drug dealers..."

"Let the airborne regiment go!"

"What about the 338th?"

The staff officer next to him said hurriedly, "Rest in Saltillo, the capital of Coahuila State."

"Contact the regiment headquarters for me!"

"Yes!"

In the Saltillo military camp, hundreds of kilometers away.

Colonel Kurt Student, commander of the 338th Regiment, sighed in front of the map and conducted deductions with his chief of staff and deputy commander.

"The 61st Brigade is already close to Monterrey. They are like fish on the table, within easy reach. If a troop goes straight to the rear, it will be able to completely block their retreat..."

"Captain, stop sighing and have a drink of water. We are an airborne regiment, and the division commander is reluctant to let us go up." The deputy commander smiled and said, "Wait for orders."

The airborne regiment was proposed by Victor at a military convention in Tijuana in January 1991.

Strike the enemy's rear faster, more quickly and more fiercely!

And why is it said that Victor "favors" Rommel?
Because the organization of the first "airborne regiment" was given to the 4th Marine Division, and the first commander was Kurt Student, an "unknown" officer.

编制3000人，3个营，3个120毫米自行迫击炮连、3个122毫米自行榴弹炮连，简直是“空降悍匪”。

When necessary, it can definitely shine.

Colonel Kurt Student was also waiting for this opportunity...

Hearing the deputy head's words, he could only shake his head.

"Captain! Commander!"

At this moment, the orderly ran in from the door, "It's a call from the division headquarters."

Kurt Student and the others looked at each other. His eyes suddenly lit up, and his butt jumped up as if it was equipped with springs. He hurried to the next room, where the lights were on, and picked up the phone on the table.

"Hello, my name is Kurt Student."

"I am Rommel."

"Master!"

"What are you going to do?"

Kurt Student's heart suddenly surged, "Always be prepared, Commander!"

"I told you to remember."

He quickly pulled the notebook off the table, not knowing who it belonged to, and just used it first.

Rommel repeated his plan, and Kurt Student did not feel proud when he heard that the plan he proposed was similar to what he had expected during his deduction. Instead, he felt a huge pressure.

!!!

"Are you confident? After taking down two key points, the Montemorelos soldiers will hold out against the drug dealers of the 61st Brigade and the fleeing soldiers of Monterrey before the main force surrounds them. If they fail to hold on, our plan to eliminate the enemy will fail!"

"Just tell me if you have confidence."

"Division Commander, airborne troops are born to be surrounded! You will know whether it is a mule or a horse after you pull it out for a walk. If you let the 61st Brigade go, I will shoot myself without you."

"I'll remember that." Rommel also felt that blindly attacking was not a good idea, so he softened his tone and said, "If you succeed, I will recommend you for merit. Don't you want the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Diamonds, Swords and Silver Oak Leaves from Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig Beck of the 16th Regiment? A true hero never begs for charity from others, but fights for honor with his own hands!"

Ludwig Beck was the "idol" of hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the grassroots level. When he was a company commander, he captured El Mencho alive and was awarded a medal, the first diamond medal at the grassroots level. His promotion speed was faster than his blood pressure. In just a few months, he went from a company-level cadre to a regimental-level cadre.

Maybe it won’t be long before he can become the group leader!
The Northern Army is very willing to give young people opportunities. The average age of regimental-level cadres is: 26 years old!
The average age of the division: 31 years old!
This can only happen during war.

"Commander, when will it be our turn?"

"The division headquarters will convey the order to you. It's up to you from now on."

After hanging up the phone, Kurt Student took a deep breath and said to the staff officer, "Go and call all the company commanders over."

"Yes!"

About six or seven minutes later, all 12 company commanders arrived, some with eye boogers in their eyes.

"Guys, the division headquarters has given us a mission!"

They were all shocked when they heard this!
"My unit is the spearhead regiment. If you have any problems, please let me know. If anyone hinders me on the battlefield, I will shoot him!"

"Do you have?"

The 12 company commanders and 3 battalion commanders all shook their heads.

Kurt Student's expression was very serious. "I will be the first to board the plane, the first to take off, and the first to land. I will go back and tell the soldiers that there are no cowards in the 338th Marine Division and there are no cowards in the th Regiment!"

"Long live!"

"loyalty!"

"sacrifice!!!"

……

The shore is making arrangements based on the overall situation, and in the Gulf of Mexico.

The infiltrated naval boat commandos have already climbed into the cabin.

The leader of the dance hall, Fukuda Shotaro, found that his companions who had gone to chase him had not returned, and felt something was wrong. He picked up the intercom and said, "Miss, Miss, Inoue, please answer if you hear me."

There was no answer at all from the other side.

Fukuda Shotaro's brows suddenly furrowed, and he pointed at the three Japanese near the door, "Mizutani, Ishida, Matsudaira, the three of you go out and take a look!"

The "National Essence Society member" holding an AK47 nodded vigorously and walked out the door, but within two seconds...

"Ah!" A scream made Shotaro Fukuda's face change suddenly.

"Bagaya Deer!"

A grenade was thrown in, and it rolled with a few thumps, and thick smoke began to rise after a few seconds!
smoke bomb!
Shotaro Fukuda covered his nose and yelled, "Shoot! Shoot!"

Kill the hostages!
He has gone completely crazy!
boom!boom!
Suddenly, there were several loud noises coming from the central air conditioner, and then a figure jumped down from it and started shooting at the standing figure.

Chug tug tug…

The unlucky guys standing on both sides of Shotaro Fukuda were shot and fell to the ground.

A bullet pierced his shoulder blade, causing unbearable pain. The gun fell to the ground. He cursed in Japanese and was so angry that he wanted to drag the hostage to die with him, but the special forces team member who rushed in from the door kicked him away!
Then he pounced on him, held his head, grabbed his hair and slammed it hard on the ground.

He knocked Shotaro Fukuda unconscious.

"Take the hostages away!" said John McClane.

The three members protected the hostages and ran to the deck, "Go, go!"

“What about the Asian guy?”

"I'm here!"

Meng Bo raised his hand at the door, "Sir, I'm here."

"Come and see who is the leader among them."

The other person hurried over, covering his mouth and nose, staring, and saw Fukuda Shotaro wearing a red suit on the ground, "That's him."

John McClane nodded, and a colleague ran over, took out a dagger, and stabbed his calf with one knife!
"what!!!"

The little Japanese was awakened by the pain and screamed loudly.

Meng Bo also swallowed his saliva. Huixiang screamed in fear and grabbed his shoulders.

Then I saw the boat commando member take out a huge rope?
Through his wounds???

"Have you ever seen shark fishing?" asked John McClane.

Meng Bo shook his head, and then his eyes widened!

"Sir... don't... use him to catch sharks?"

"No one can make General Victor unhappy, not even the President of the United States..." John McClane stopped speaking halfway.

Meng Bo's scalp was about to explode.

Brother, I call you godfather, please stop talking and pretend I didn’t hear you. If you continue, I will lose my life.

Several commandos carried Shotaro Fukuda to the deck, which was full of survivors.

When I saw the criminal being carried out, I was confused.

Then I saw them throwing Shotaro Fukuda directly down.

"Ah~~~"

"Pfft!"

Meng Bo looked down and saw a light on the horizon, so he could vaguely see that the other party was struggling.

"The shark is coming!"

Huixiang pointed to the distance and said.

Then, more than a dozen sharks, smelling the blood, showed their fins and rushed towards this side.

"Pull it up," John McClane said.

As soon as the two commandos pulled, Shotaro Fukuda was hung up. The rope was specially made and would not break at all, but... the opponent's wound became bigger and bigger!

His screams became more and more painful.

Meng Bo felt like he was crawling all over his body. He looked at John McClane, who was wearing a mask and had an inhuman look in his eyes. "This is called shark courtship, one of the tortures in the North. It's just right for these people."

MD…

Victor is really like George H.W. Bush playing with the queen—an ugly one played with flowers!
And there were people nearby who recorded this scene...

He is indeed a "tyrant"!
John McClane walked up to the hostages and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, in the name of the Governor, we are here to take you home! We will send you to the hospital for examination."

A bald middle-aged man suddenly knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying.

"I'm still alive, I'm still alive!" A young man muttered to himself in surprise, his pupils dilated a little.

"Then...what about the other criminals?" Huixiang asked softly.

"Do you know how to drag a keel?"

Meng Bo hurriedly pulled Hui Xiang and waved, "Thank you, sir. We won't watch it anymore."

John McClane looked at him meaningfully.

buzz~
At this time, three helicopters from the National Guard's Swat Special Police Unit flew over and began to transport the hostages.

A "campaign" to damage Victor's reputation was put out!

Simple, rough, even... wild!
...

(End of this chapter)