Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 384 "A Letter to the World Against Victor's Hegemony"!
Early in the morning.

Aldous Wendel went to his eldest brother with his own "art of war".

"You thought of all this?!"

Popovich, sitting in the presidential chair, looked at his younger brother in shock, because the "suggestions" in his hand really hit the nail on the head.

From the Northern Army's technical and tactical play, to the grasp of the overall situation, and the time recommendations for when to launch small-scale battles, everything is very clear!

Aldous Wendell held his head high, looking like a victorious general, "Of course, brother, I stayed up all night last night!"

Popovich looked at the other person up and down, with an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

Is there really a "military strategist" in my family?
"Brother, we cannot hesitate in fighting. We must be decisive. We have nowhere to retreat. If we drag it out and wait for the northern bastards to stabilize, it will be difficult for us to counterattack."

Aldous Wendell persuaded the other party, holding his hands on the table and lowering his business, "If we defeat Victor and recruit his troops, the family's voice in Mexico and even North America will become more and more important."

“Why can’t Mexico have the last name Wendell?”

Popovich's breathing hitched and he squinted his eyes.

Both brothers saw something called ambition in each other's eyes.

"Okay! We will form a Central Coalition Force, and you will be the commander-in-chief. Tell me everything you need, and I will satisfy you. I will also apply for American satellites. Just one thing, enter Tijuana and capture Victor alive!"

Aldous Wendell's eyes lit up, and he stood up straight like a soldier, "Yes!"

The "Central Coalition Forces" camp was established!
Popovich directly signed the order to mobilize the entire army!
All in!
The gambler is addicted.

Located 370km northwest of the capital Mexico City, at an altitude of 1997 meters in Guanajuato State, is the heavily invested Mexican "1st Infantry Brigade", which consists of 3 infantry regiments, an armored regiment, an airborne battalion, and an artillery regiment!

The entire group has more than 2.3 people!

Their fighting capacity is quite strong, and most of them are former armed members of northern drug dealers.

Brigadier General Lionel Powell walked quickly into the headquarters in his military uniform with an expressionless face. The soldiers at the door snapped and stood up to salute.

It can also be seen from this...

Military discipline is extraordinary.

People in the central and southern parts all know that they can rely on guerrillas to disgust the North, but if they want to defeat the other side, they still have to rely on the main force.

Among the 2.3 people, there are 600 American grassroots commanders, 200 Spanish commanders, and other European military cadres.

Popovich signed an "Officer Training Program" with them, and European countries would bring capable and experienced reserve cadres here.

The brigade commander inside is a white man...

British!
Because this force was funded by the United Kingdom, it was given a lot of conveniences, including all-British weapons, but the training period was relatively short.

Not even 9 months yet!

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck!

Many people know his father, the famous Claude John El Auchinleck!
That is, the British commander in the Battle of El Alamein in Africa.

Hastings is the youngest son, born in 1941. General Auchinleck was 57 years old at that time. He had been strict with his son since he was young. He sent him to the British Scout School at the age of 16. When he grew up, he was admitted to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. In 1982, he served as the commander of the 9th Regiment of the 8th Infantry Brigade of the British Army. He was 41 years old at that time.

Later, relying on his father's influence, he rose gradually in the military.

He was promoted to lieutenant general in 1990 and was later sent to Mexico to serve as the commander of the newly formed "1st Infantry Brigade". If he performed well, he would definitely become a general after returning.

He had the rigidity of a British soldier. When he heard the footsteps, Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Brigadier General Powell, what's the matter?"

"Are we going to war with the Northern Army?"

"Yes!" The other party nodded without hiding anything.

"Have you ever fought against the Northern Army? What kind of opponent is Victor? They have more people than we have bullets, do you know that?!" Powell shouted excitedly, slapping his hands on the table, "We have no way to resist their air-to-ground integration!"

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck frowned, released the cigarette in his hand, and pressed it into the ashtray. "Are you scared?"

"I heard that you used to be a subordinate of Benjamin from the Tijuana drug cartel. You have fought with them before. Are you scared by the beating?"

boom!
Hastings Ike Auchinleck slammed the table and stood up. "You should know what you are doing. You are shaking the morale of the army. I have the right to shoot you."

"It is because I have fought against them that I know how terrifying they are."

Powell's eyes flashed with memories and fear. "They shouted 'Long live drug control' and charged towards us. Our machine guns blew up their bodies, but a steady stream of people behind them picked up weapons and rushed towards us."

He lifted up his clothes and pointed at his stomach. "A soldier about 18 years old stabbed me here. I pierced his neck, but I could clearly see the hatred in his eyes! Disgust for drug dealers! He wanted to eat me!"

Powell took a deep breath, "Their troops have faith. I saw hope in their eyes. Can you imagine that?"

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck pursed his lips and asked, "Faith?"

When he was studying at the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, his teacher was a veteran who had served in the 29th Brigade, the "Gloucester Battalion", which was Montgomery's direct unit.

When he encountered the Eastern troops during the Korean War, he still remembered what his teacher said: "They were so terrifying. When I opened my eyes, it was as if I saw the god of death standing in front of me. They charged towards us fearlessly, shouting something."

"When I returned home, I asked everyone and finally I heard my answer from an Asian person."

"What they shouted at the time was: For the new China, forward!"

The teacher also said, "Never fight with an army of faith, because that's their life."

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck had seen many armies, but he had never seen such an army. In the UK, the domestic troops had very poor military discipline... and no bottom line at all.

At RAF Honington, several veterans pinned a new recruit to the ground, vomited into his back, and then stuffed an 81mm mortar shell into his behind!

Have another recruit support the mortar's running body to form a firing position.

"Human mortar", world famous!

"Commodore Powell!"

Hastings Ike Auchinleck shouted, and the general who was still chattering suddenly shut up. Hastings Ike Auchinleck's face was gloomy. "It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders. If you don't dare, then leave the 1st Brigade and let someone else take over the 74th Armored Regiment!"

Powell looked at the other person with his mouth half open. It didn't seem like he was joking, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say he was retiring. What a joke! He would be shot to death if he went out.

The 1st Brigade were essentially "bandits".

"I want more No. 1s for my armored regiments."

"I'll have the quartermaster send it to you."

Powell nodded, saluted, and left.

Number 1… is drugs!
New drug!

It is very common in Europe for soldiers to take a puff on the battlefield.

World War II was one of the bloodiest conflicts in human history, but few people know that in Western armies, drugs were regarded as secret weapons and played an incredible role.

Germany, Britain, and the United States are all not immune, and they have a history of taking drugs on the battlefield.

Can it make people forget their fear because they don’t know what they are fighting for?
for money?
For a woman?

For the land?

But what does all this have to do with these "filler-line babies"? They can only rely on drugs to numb themselves.

Oh, by the way, Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck is also one of the military representatives for the "legalization" of drugs.

He watched Powell leave and then turned his gaze back to the map.

According to the order.

Their 1st Brigade will march to the border on July 1991, 7, and will form a three-way siege of Michoacan with the troops of Querétaro and Guerrero.

That is a week later.

Stationed in Michoacan are three regiments of the 1st Marine Division, totaling about 3 people.

Our side has 8 vs. 1!
"The advantage is mine!"

Lieutenant General Hastings Ike Auchinleck narrowed his eyes and began to formulate a battle plan in his mind, using a pincer attack to head straight for Morelia, the capital of Michoacan!

"One battle will determine the outcome!"

But he still felt he had to report to Westminster Whitehall in London.

Ideally, more weapons could be deployed from within the UK.

We can’t let Victor rise again, we must kill him!
...

Mexico’s Ministry of Defense certainly understands the advantage of “strength in numbers.”

Letters to "encircle and suppress Victor" were sent to Whitehall, the Pentagon and the Spanish Ministry of Defense respectively!

It's written very directly above.

"Victor is another demon in human history since Hitler. He implemented a high-pressure rule and deprived people of democracy and freedom, which made the sacrifices and deaths during World War II meaningless!"

"We should destroy them!"

"Destroy this demon from the face of the earth!"

"Please fight with us and contribute to world peace!"

As soon as the letter was sent, it received replies from Spain and the United Kingdom, expressing their hope to meet to discuss the matter.

The US side is more ambiguous.

The Pentagon. It was drizzling outside, but it was raining saliva inside the conference room.

"I don't agree to go straight out. Don't you know what a bad temper Victor has? If he launches missiles at us, who will be responsible?!" A female executive said with a frown, "This is a war on drugs. If it were me, I would let them fight. Why should we intervene? Do you all want drugs to flow into the United States? Do you want to see homeless people on the streets?"

Face her questioning.

Many senior executives did not give a direct answer. Some lowered their heads and remained silent, some laughed secretly, and some pretended not to hear.

Drug prohibition?

Is that called drug prohibition?
That's a revolution! A revolution against the Democratic Party!
Reform the military spending.

If you don't allow drugs to flow, how can I collect taxes from the underworld? If you don't allow refugees to come in, how can I increase the number of voters?

This is a political war, not a war on drugs.

As expected, women have long hair but little knowledge.

But this cannot be said openly, unlike the United States which later became really shameless and allowed LGBT people to openly become high-ranking officials. You have to know that in the 90s, the United States still had some knowledge of "propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame".

“There’s nothing wrong with drug prohibition, but Victor reminded me of someone.”

A slightly fat senior executive spoke up. He twisted his butt so much that it was almost stuck in the chair. It was obvious that he had eaten too much genetically modified meat.

"Che Guevara."

“He is not ‘CMS’!” the female executive retorted.

"But what they are doing is the same, they are all digging into our corner. If we continue to let him go, our influence in Latin America will be completely cut in half. The Monroe Doctrine does not allow Europeans and Americans to colonize Latin America, but we also cannot allow a country that is harmful to us to rise here!"

The fat man had a gloomy expression. "In Latin America, the United States is the only superpower, so I propose to use military force against Mexico!"

Many radicals below set up tables.

This symbolizes consent.

Richard Bruce Cheney, who was sitting on it, pulled off his glasses and asked, "Are you going to the battlefield?"

It became quiet in an instant!

"Mr. Beth, are you going?" He turned to look at the fat man who made the suggestion.

The other party frowned and said, "There are troops."

"If they die, how do we explain this to the public? How do we tell the people back home? Have you forgotten about Black Hawk Down?"

It is very unsatisfactory to have this scar revealed in person.

"There will always be casualties in war. Are we keeping them just to be used as vases?"

"Then why don't you go!" Richard Bruce Cheney said directly, "The flesh on your body can also withstand several bullets, Mr. Bays, I will not allow my soldiers to take the initiative to launch an attack without the White House's order, that is simply to die, meeting adjourned!"

After saying this, he left, ignoring the shouts of the radicals.

In the Pentagon, he is the boss!

"Beth, what should we do?"

Many people came over to ask, and the fat man looked unhappy, "That old man Richard is scared after being beaten, he doesn't want to send troops, so we force him to send troops and mobilize public opinion..."

"They say Mexico is full of refugees and the government can't do anything about it. There's a serious war between warlords in the north, killing innocent people. They say Victor killed 50 people!"

“Can the public believe it?”

Beth sneered, "Why don't we just give them what they want to see? Those people don't care about what's true or false. They will just use their overflowing saintly hearts to ask us to help them."

"clear."

Richard Bruce Cheney, who returned to office, was a little confused. He was not anti-war, but he was against "senseless" wars.

Victor had beaten him out of his shadow.

Seeing Beth and his men, he felt that the other party would not give up.

"How about resigning?"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he couldn't hold it back.

It's so tiring. This position is not something I can do.

Just as he was about to make a call, the landline on the table rang first.

He picked up the phone and a deep, rough voice came from the other end.

"Good afternoon, Cheney."

Richard Bruce Cheney immediately recognized who the other person was.

George Robertson.

Maybe some people are not clear, so I will be more direct.

Secretary General of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

"Hello, George, what's the matter?" Cheney asked with narrowed eyes. He already had some guesses.

"Have you read the "Initiative" launched by Mexico's Popovich to the world?"

Richard Bruce Cheney: ????

Confused.

"When?"

"Just five minutes ago he gave a televised speech to the United Nations, NATO, the Warsaw Pact, and the world, saying he wants someone to intervene in the Mexican drug war and take down Victor!"

!!!

Fuck!
What made Popovich so bold?

Who gave him the courage?

"NATO is very concerned about this matter..." George Robertson said.

Cheney raised his eyebrows. What? NATO wants to enter Latin America?

Instinctively he rejects it. Even though the United States has joined NATO, it does not mean that the United States is willing for the other side to send troops to North America. The countries are also wary of each other internally. At this time, the role of NATO is to fight against the Warsaw Pact headed by the Soviet Union!
"We are paying attention to this matter. You should contact the White House."

George Robertson smiled and said, "If necessary, I think NATO is fully prepared, just like facing Iraq."

"Thank you."

Richard Bruce Cheney hung up the phone, took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the gloomy weather outside, and felt that a storm was about to come!
A war on drugs has turned out like this?
Ambitious people all hope to get a piece of the action.

Europe and the United States hope to expand their influence to North America, while the "dark side" organizations that rely on drugs, smuggling, and human trafficking want Victor to fall.

You don't fall...

The price of drugs in Europe has increased by 700%!
The world...

There are so many people who want Victor dead!
Richard Bruce Cheney took off his glasses and wiped them on his clothes.

"Right or wrong is not important. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. That is the most direct way."

Drug prohibition?

The path you choose is full of twists and turns.

...

Tijuana. Governor's Palace.

The office was full of people and it was quiet.

"Victor Carlos Vie, who illegally seized power, was not a gentle and kind person. He was a prison guard and was promoted because of his flattery.

Later, he killed the official who promoted him, concealed his identity as the son of a drug dealer, and sought a higher position in the government. He was jealous of those who were more capable than him, and he suppressed and killed them all, leaving no one behind; but he was good at buying people's hearts and doing whatever he wanted! "

"Victor used to lick PG for others and sold PG to drug dealers in prison. But now he has transformed himself into a pioneer in drug prohibition? No, he is just using drug prohibition to harm the people. Do the farmers who make a living by growing crops on the land know what drugs are? They don't know, they grow avocados, but Victor still kills them."

"This treacherous, disgusting, cannibalistic demon who has killed countless people is simply the dregs of humanity!"

"He is even more barbaric than Xi XX!"

"You may have suffered trauma during World War II, or you may be a relative of a victim, or you may be a general with a heavy responsibility, or you may be an oppressed and humiliated peasant. The cruelty of World War II seems to be still before our eyes, and the suffering of human civilization seems to be still ringing in our ears. Gentlemen, stand up, overthrow the demons, and defeat the cannibalistic regime!"

"Please understand that today's world is still dominated by civilized people!"

On TV, Popovich was passionate, his expression was indignant, and his body language was rich.

Casare, Kennedy and others who were sitting nearby looked at each other, and all moved left and right, at a loss.

Then they looked at the general at the same time.

Victor crossed his legs and laughed.

"Popovich's diploma can't produce such a brilliant essay. We still have a lot of talent in Mexico."

...

(End of this chapter)