Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 386: Fine grape wine in the luminous cup, you and the bunker fly together!

The largest prison in the First Republic.

"Miguel Hidalgo Costilla" prison.

It is named after the father of Mexican justice, who promoted judicial reforms.

But apparently, in this country, you need guns to teach these bastards how to "behave."

The prison can hold about 1.3 serious criminals.

And they are not using the National Guard, but the regular army. There are about two battalions stationed here. If they are deployed to the front line, they can at least fight against a regiment of drug dealers. This is one of the reasons why Victor wants to kill all the drug dealers.

What a waste of manpower!
And these drug dealers are not honest either!

In this prison, there are fights, which sometimes turn into murders, and when drug addicts get the upper hand, they will attack law enforcement officers.

The prison is located in Durango State and covers an area of ​​more than 25 square kilometers. It seems that these drug dealers are not kept for nothing, but also have to open up new land, which can be regarded as an alternative "pioneering group".

At this time, a dozen drug dealers were bending over to dig potatoes, their faces covered in sweat.

One of them had a tattoo of Jesus on his left hand and Satan on his right hand. He was bald, but he walked with a limp and he didn't look like a good person.

"Brother Scott!"

A fat man approached cautiously, looked around vigilantly, saw the supervisor in the distance, secretly took out a cigarette from his crotch, and handed it over carefully.

The sturdy man's glasses lit up and he couldn't wait to tear open the cigarette, put the nicotine inside into his mouth and chewed it hard, almost crying.

I don’t know if it was because of the smoke or because of the emotion.

“It tastes so good!!”

In prison, you want to smoke? Impossible!
They can’t even get enough to eat, and when they do, they’ll cause trouble.

A cigarette can kill a person in prison.

But there are also some who sell it secretly. After all, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Many things cannot be controlled. As for lighters? Don't even think about it. Just eat them raw.

"News came from outside that the Popovich government has dispatched 20 troops to overthrow Victor's regime!"

"20?"

Scott stared, "So many people?"

It’s not too much to claim that 10 is 20.

"It shouldn't be fake. A tyrant like Victor has enraged the people and heaven, so someone must be responsible for him. Brother, if we can capture Durango, we will be free." The fat man's tone was still excited.

Scott was also shaking slightly, his eyes red.

I've been staying in this shitty place for so long that I really want to die.

"Should we ask the brothers to respond as well? We can grab the weapons from the supervisor and attack them when the time comes?"

"No, don't be anxious. Let's wait and see what happens. If Victor wins, we will be liquidated and the loss will outweigh the gain. However, we still have to contact other people, the Michoacan Family, the Cavalry of God, and the Sinaloa Group, and let each other know."

The fat man nodded, "Brother, you have thought deeply about this. Okay, I will find a way to tell them when the time comes."

Bounce! Bounce!
At this moment, the horn sounded, announcing the end of work, and all the drug dealers hurriedly trotted out in a line with their tools in hand. This was in their bones... subconsciously.

I returned to the prison singing "Labor Reform" and someone would bring me dinner.

Six people lived in a room of about 35 square meters, with a large bunk bed. No matter who you were, you lived like this.

蹦~
As soon as the prison door was closed, Scott felt something was wrong for some reason. He felt very uneasy and his left eyebrow was beating like an engine.

"Brother, why does my heart feel like it's beating so fast?" The fat man, who was in the same cell with him, whispered while holding his chest.

"Do you have the same feeling?" another person in the cell asked in surprise.

"Me too."

The people next door also started to speak, and everyone suddenly became quiet.

The sixth sense is sometimes very accurate. The only reason they didn't get killed on the battlefield was because they sensed danger and ran away, right?
"What's this!!"

Suddenly, someone in the outermost cell screamed.

Scott and the others hurriedly turned their bodies to look, and saw a thick white mist gushing out from the pipe mouth, which immediately covered the front cell. They heard banging sounds and roars from inside.

“!!!What…what is that?” The fat man’s face turned pale.

But no one can answer this question, and no one knows.

The thick fog soon swept across the entire prison. Scott took a deep breath. Hmm? He actually smelled the sweet smell of apples?
Just as he was about to speak, his mind went blank, and then his whole body felt hot, and it felt like something was about to come out of his throat.

“It’s… poisonous!”

With a bang, he fell to the ground and began to twitch.

"what!!!"

The fat man knelt on the ground, scratching his face with his sharp nails. In an instant, his face was covered in blood, but he kept scratching. His eyeballs were bloodshot and finally bloodshot. He opened his mouth and curled up like a shrimp.

Thousands of people were in the same miserable state throughout the prison, but there were also some quiet wailing sounds.

After about an hour, the tightly closed iron door was opened.

Hundreds of people wrapped in protective clothing walked in, holding submachine guns in their hands.

"Search! Don't leave anyone alive. Carry the bodies onto the car." The leader said calmly, as if the death of thousands of people was just a normal thing in front of him.

"Yes!"

Hundreds of people took action.

"Help... Help, save me..." A drug dealer with hemorrhoids all over his face stretched his hand out of the cell. The back of his hand was covered with abscesses. He shouted weakly and desperately.

"In your next life, remember to be grateful to the general!" A man stood next to him, pointed a gun at his head, and fired...

Sweep to death!

I will never forget the general’s kindness!

loyalty!

Two people in a group carried the body out of the prison. There were more than 20 troop transport vehicles parked outside with signs saying: "Post-Execution Company!"

One can see people constantly going in and out of four or five cells, throwing the bodies on the carts, and when the cells are full, they drive up the mountain. A small hill has been hollowed out, and the bodies of the Durango drug dealers will be buried here!
There are armed military and police standing around to prevent anyone from accidentally entering this place.

It's just an abbreviation...

The same is true for several other large prisons in the North.

In just three days.

All 11 drug dealers were cleared out, the prison was cleaned inside and out, and someone disinfected and ventilated the room, and they even considerately replaced the beds.

Just waiting for the next batch of unlucky people.

Of course, Victor did it very cleanly, and no one knew. Even if there were rumors outside, it was harmless. Everyone's attention was attracted by the "war". Whether Victor's government would collapse or he would go south to dominate, it would all happen in a few days.

And in Monterey.

José Andrés Guardado entertains Alex Phillips and others from the 61st Brigade.

He also called some celebrities to keep him company, but their looks... were rather ordinary, and those rough guys clearly looked unhappy.

Guardado sighed. The good-looking ones had already run away, and half of Monterrey was bombed and turned into ruins.

He only had a few hundred men left. If there was no more support, he would have no choice but to retreat. He showed a very forced smile on his face, stood up, and held up the wine glass. "Mr. Alex, thank you very much for coming to support Monterrey. I thank you on behalf of the more than three million people in the city."

"There are still three million people in Monterrey now? There may not be many left after they ran away." The deputy brigade commander next to him said with a smile.

This was so direct that Guardado blushed.

"What a waste." Someone said this, making his subordinates stand up angrily, "What did you say?"

"What's wrong? You won't let people talk? If you have a temper, don't ask us for help, ugh!"

"I think you want to fight, bastard!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Guardado shouted, "Enough! Shut up!"

He looked at Alex who was sitting on the fishing platform and took a deep breath. "Sir, we are not as skilled as them, but you have to be careful. The Northern Army is not so easy to defeat. They must be harboring some bad intentions."

"Don't worry. We are facing the 4th Marine Division. Their division commander was killed by our bombing. What strength do they have left? Let us rest for two days and then rush back to Coahuila State." Alex Phillips stood up and patted his butt. "If everything is fine, we will leave first. The environment here... is a mess."

"Let's go back and have a drink!"

After saying this, he left with the top leaders of the 61st Brigade. When they left, many people sneered at Guardado and others.

"Hold!"

He was so angry that he overturned the table, frowning and looking gloomy.

The four regiments of the 61st Brigade were deployed separately, with the artillery regiment and the 4th regiment placed outside the city, and the remaining two infantry regiments on both sides of Monterrey. There was no space in the city to station so many soldiers.

When you are a human, you can also go and grab the safe zone.

But Alex Phillips disdains to fight with civilians. What is he afraid of?
There is no armed force nearby that can resist.

Arrogance, arrogance and conceit began to spread in the 61st Brigade.

Even the sentries were sometimes absent-minded on duty.

even…

In the 157th Regiment outside the suburbs, there were officers who bought prostitutes and called in dozens of women. Monterey had no water or electricity and there was no food, but a bite of food was enough to make these women throw themselves into his arms.

And 20 kilometers away, human figures can be seen in the darkness.

Mexico has a large temperature difference between day and night.

披着风衣的隆美尔和费多尔·冯·博克以及几名师高层站在一处山坡上。“师长，一共168门火炮集结完毕，其中M198式155毫米榴弹炮62门、M109自行榴弹炮32门、BM-13C型火箭炮74门，足够他们喝一壶的了。”旁边的独立火炮团团长奥托·路德维希·魏德林同样略显激动。

"Give the order." Rommel nodded.

"Yes!"

Weidlin gave orders to the staff officer next to him, and he ran to the troops. After a while, he heard commands one after another.

"Target No. 102, scale 336, left XXX..."

"Rapid Fire Reload!"

"preparation!"

"put!!"

Hundreds of artillery pieces fired in unison, the ground suddenly shook, and clouds of smoke filled the surroundings.

1991年7月2日凌晨4时21分！
The 4th Marine Division opened fire first!
boom boom boom…

The 61th Regiment and the Artillery Regiment of the 157st Brigade were immediately devastated.

Fine wine in the luminous cup, you fly with the bunker.

Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, all the food will be left behind as fertilizer.

Wonderful...

Boom boom boom!
"Hurry up and get the division headquarters! Hurry up and get the division headquarters!" The colonel commander of the 157th Regiment, who was dressed in rags and smelled of alcohol, shouted loudly.

"The telephone lines are blown down."

"Use a cell phone! Use a satellite phone, idiot!"

The signalman hurriedly went to get the spare machine. Just after taking two steps, two 155mm grenades fell from the sky. Swoosh~
The regiment headquarters was blown directly into the sky.

Alex Phillips drank a little too much and had a dream. He dreamed that his men were being bombarded by the Northern Army. What a joke, hahahaha…

"Brigade Commander, Brigade Commander..."

He opened his eyes dazedly and saw four or five accompanying staff officers standing in front of him, their faces covered in cold sweat and anxiety.

"What's the matter? Can't you talk about it tomorrow?" he said impatiently and wanted to go back to sleep.

"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Regiment are under artillery fire!"

Alex Phillips didn't hear it, but at this moment, there was a sudden loud explosion, which scared him so much that he opened his eyes suddenly and the alcohol evaporated immediately.

"what?!"

"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Regiment suffered heavy losses from artillery attacks!" the staff officer said with a sad face.

He hurriedly got out of bed, forgetting even to put on his shoes, and ran out. Outside was in chaos, with panicked sounds everywhere, and in the distance, he could see fire burning the sky!

A gust of wind blew and he shivered, feeling dizzy.

"Where do the troops come from? Where do the troops come from?"

The staff officers next to me looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do.

"Useless! Useless! Go contact the troops and tell them to retreat. All regiments should be on combat readiness. Where the hell are these troops coming from?"

The 61st Brigade was in chaos, and the Monterrey native, José Andrés Guardado, was staring at the scene in amazement and shuddered suddenly.

A thought suddenly rang in my mind.

"Run! Run!"

Once this thought came out, I couldn't stop it at all.

As soon as the artillery regiment fired, the four main motorized infantry regiments that had retreated back to Coahuila State launched a direct counterattack.

Victor was still too poor.

I can’t afford to have an all-mechanized infantry regiment, after all, it’s all points.

Points flow out every day, but there is no income, so Victor is naturally anxious. Isn't it possible to get some benefits by destroying the "Popovich pseudo-government"?

The difference between a motorized infantry regiment and a mechanized infantry regiment is that the former mainly maneuvers in wheeled vehicles such as cars and motorcycles. These vehicles are mainly used for transportation and mobility, but in combat, the infantry needs to get off the vehicles to fight.

The latter mainly maneuver in tracked vehicles such as armored personnel carriers and infantry fighting vehicles. These vehicles are not only used for transportation, but also have fire support capabilities. Infantry can fight in the vehicle without getting off.

Generally, motorized infantry regiments are used by countries with "relatively difficult economies".

As for Africa…

Still in the infantry regiment stage, two big feet, take off directly!
Running rapidly in four directions!
They attacked Monterrey in a pincer attack, intending to take down the 61st Brigade, and then counterattack into Tamaulipas or, in a "general battle", go straight into the state of San Luis Potosí and wreak havoc in the central region!
As long as we win here, the situation will be completely turned around.

November 7 at 2 a.m.

The 355th Regiment of the th Division fought back again.

Sigmunt William Lister looked out at the city of Monterey in the distance, with intense sparks in his eyes.

"attack!!"

在6辆M48中型坦克、4辆TPz-1装甲车和6辆M551轻型坦克的掩护下朝着城内发起进攻。

Gunshots are everywhere!

Thumb thump thump~
The staff officer didn't pay attention to his feet when he ran in. He stumbled and knelt on the ground, forgetting the pain. "Brigade Commander, the Northern Army has fought back. The enemy's 355th Regiment has entered the city."

Alex Phillips looked defeated, and it was obvious that he had drunk too much. His brain was a little malfunctioning, and he was even slow to react.

The losses of the artillery regiment and the 157th Regiment have not been counted yet, but they are definitely not light. The regiment commander was killed in the explosion and returned empty-handed. The artillery was not even pulled back.

He almost vomited blood.

"Order 158 and 159 to stop them!"

The staff officer said with a sad face, "Commander, the latest intelligence is that Rommel is not dead at all. Four regiments of the 1th Marine Division are rushing towards Monterrey, with a total of more than people. We will be trapped if we stay here."

"What do you mean!"

"Run! No, retreat! We have to leave Monterrey and build a defense line in the rear. We can't let them surround us."

Alex Phillips' mind was still blank.

run?
It’s not a good idea to run away now, no one is fighting back.

We are the 61st Brigade, and we have come all the way here, but we have done nothing to show for ourselves? Are we just going to run away like this?

This is not acceptable in terms of face!
It seems that he still has some self-respect.

Just when he was in a dilemma, another staff officer ran in, sweating profusely, "Brigade Commander, Monterrey's Guarrado has run away with his men."

"what?!"

Alex Phillips jumped up immediately, his eyes flashing with joy, "Quick, gather the troops, no, no need to assemble, everyone go after Guarrado, we have to catch the deserter."

Good guy…

Reverse charge!

The staff officer was also smart and sensible. He immediately saluted and went to make arrangements.

Alex Phillips sat in a chair, gasping for breath. After resting for a few minutes, he jumped up and led his men to break out.

At 9 a.m., the second main regiment of the th Marine Division arrived and joined the battlefield.

"Capture Alex Phillips alive!"

"Take Monterrey and liberate Monterrey!"

There were Union soldiers in uniform everywhere, and some were carrying flags.

9 points.

A platoon of the 355th Regiment fought fiercely and rushed into the City Hall.

A new recruit threw a grenade at the database. With a bang, dust rose up. The young man rushed in and saw two enemy soldiers lying on the ground. He kept shooting at them until he had run out of bullets.

Just as he was about to leave, a filing cabinet made a noise, and he pulled out his pistol and shouted, "Come out!!"

"Don't shoot, don't shoot..."

A woman in a short skirt crawled out, her clothes disheveled and her hair messy, and she knelt on the ground and said pitifully, "Don't kill me, I'm just an ordinary person."

The recruit lowered his gun and the woman's eyes lit up. But before she could be happy, she saw the other man raise his gun and fire two shots.

"Kill!" he kept muttering, his eyes were red with killing intent. No matter whether you are a woman or a man, even if you are not a human being, I will shoot you twice.

The recruits continued to chase and kill, howling.

The woman lay on the ground, her eyes unfocused, and she gradually lost consciousness.

"Commander! Commander!"

At the 4th Marine Division headquarters, the deputy staff officer ran in with a look of surprise on his face.

"Monterrey is liberated!"

Rommel took the battle report, his face remaining calm, while the others around him cheered happily.

"Order the 336th Regiment and the Artillery Regiment to enter Monterrey, and the 355th Regiment and other troops to advance to Tamaulipas!"

"Report the news to the general!"

……

(End of this chapter)