Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 397 "Mad Tyrant"!
Border Line 91!

The atmosphere at this moment was tense and tense. The air was so depressing that even the crows couldn't stand it. They stayed in the trees and didn't dare to call out.

The main forces that Texas can mobilize for border operations include the 36th Infantry Division and six militia regiments, although they are far inferior to the US military's government forces.

But if you take it to Africa...

Also a bully!
The 36th Division even captured German Field Marshal Rundstedt in Austria.

Of course, that is all old war history.

Their current combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. Although they are a militia, in terms of weapons and equipment and training hours, they are almost on par with the regular army.

Now there are more than 1000 people, and the two sides are confronting each other.

"Get back! American bastard, believe it or not, I'm going to stab you!" Lieutenant Felix shouted at the tall American soldier in front of him, holding a rifle with a bayonet.

He was trembling all over.

It's not fear, but excitement!
As Casare's younger brother, he also behaved very bravely during this period. He instigated the 12th Infantry Regiment to rebel and led his men into Tamaulipas State. After receiving orders, he rushed to the border to confront the US military.

Tell my brother I'm not a coward!

The American soldier on the other side looked at the Mexican, who had a slightly childish face and was at least 10 centimeters shorter than him, with disdain on his face. He pointed at his chest and cursed, "Little drug dealer, stab here, I let you stab!"

Hearing this name, Felix's eyes turned red!

Small drug dealer!
Amid the other party's mocking taunts, Felix roared and stabbed forward with his bayonet!
He penetrated the other party in one go!

The American soldier stared in disbelief...

When he fell to the ground, he didn't even have time to regret. He just kept spitting out blood and twitching a few times before he died.

Really are…

Then you are not vulnerable, but you still pretend to be cool.

"Murder! The Mexican bastards are taking action! Kill them!" When the American next to him saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and he picked up his weapon and started to fight.

"Shoot them to death, shoot quickly!"

I don't know who shouted this.

The heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles across the border began to fire at each other.

Some defenseless soldiers from both sides fell in a pool of blood.

The sudden gunshot startled Rommel, who was 600 meters behind the border.

"Commander, commander, the fighting has started, there's another fight on the front line." A staff officer ran in from the door and shouted.

The word "again" is used very well.

"Open fire, order the 337th Regiment to move forward and control this place!" Rommel pointed decisively at a place on the map. The staff officer saw it and his eyes widened.

"Commander, that's American territory."

"What American territory? It has been our territory since ancient times. We just didn't have enough caliber before, so we had no choice. Now they want to attack us, so we'll attack them first. Pass on my order!"

"Yes!"

...

"Turn the guns around, 300 meters behind the American camp, ready!"

"put!"

336、337和近卫团的火炮朝着美国佬就炸过去，一個普通步兵团包括21门D-30榴弹炮+6门ZUS23-4“石勒喀”自行高炮、12门M-99 76毫米山炮。

This firepower...

The explosion left a hole in the east and a pit in the west.

“Charge! Charge!!”

More than 337 soldiers of the 3000th Regiment roared as they crossed the border.

Many American soldiers were so scared that they ran away! !
Even the weapons were lost.

The National Guard is an army, but many of its members have other jobs. How can you expect them to fight to the death?

After a volley of artillery fire, the beast ran faster than a rabbit.

A Mexican M1A1 main battle tank crashed into a car blocking the border, its tracks running over the debris, and the machine gunner on top fired at the fleeing National Guard.

chug chug chug...

Sparks were still coming out of the muzzle of the heavy machine gun. The bullet casing fell from the side, landing on the tank with a bang, then rolled to the ground and was pressed by the track, getting stuck in the gap.

"The fight started, the fight started!!"

There were people watching the fun not far away on both the United States and Mexico sides, holding telescopes and seeing it clearly.

"OMG!" A fat man in KFC work clothes stayed on the roof, holding a telescope, looking at the soldiers rushing over the mountains and plains, and got goose bumps all over his body.

Those who saw the charge with their own eyes could feel the shock!

The KFC store below was playing "The Armored Song" from the World War II period, which was very appropriate.

"Hurry up, Everton! Take out our flag and plant it up." The fat man shouted to his colleague behind him, who responded and then planted a two-meter-high Mexican flag.

Ok…

This is called flexible application!

"Mexican soldiers are coming in." Colleague Everton said, pointing into the distance.

The fat man adjusted the telescope and saw two M1A1 main battle tanks driving into the town, followed by dozens of soldiers.

They control the streets.

A gray-haired old woman came out with a double-barreled shotgun and shouted, "Get out, you bunch of bandits! Get out of America!"

This is the "Bobwhite" G2 double-barreled shotgun produced by the Czech CZ company. The firepower is pretty good, enough to kill someone, but the old woman's eyesight is not good.

Peng!
A single shot at a tank couldn't even penetrate its armor.

Why did you hit here when there are so many other places to hit?

"Drop your guns!" a sergeant yelled, but... in Mexican.

Most Mexicans do not speak English. Although English is the first foreign language in Mexico, the proportion of people who can speak English is relatively low, and many people do not even leave their own land until they die.

Some people only speak because their job requires it, such as drug smugglers.

The old woman didn't understand at all and thought the other party was scolding her. She opened her shotgun tremblingly and reloaded the bullet.

"Put down your weapons and get down!!"

Chuchuchu! ! !
Seeing that the other party was not giving him face, the sergeant fired a volley of bullets, turning them into a sieve.

“Ah!” The fat man on the roof screamed, his face grim. “Go tell the employees in the store not to resist or make any moves.”

Mexicans really know how to kill people.

The old woman was lying on the ground, leaning against the door, spitting blood from her mouth. The sergeant pulled out his pistol and shot her in the head. Bang!
It's quiet now.

"Turn on the horn," he shouted to his comrades on the tank.

A private soldier nodded quickly and turned on the tweeter tied to the side. Zizizi, a fluent female voice spoke English.

"Please close your doors and windows and stay out of the streets. We promise not to harm any civilians. If anyone takes a weapon out on the street, we will kill them without mercy!"

"The First Mexican Republic guarantees your safety!"

"Second, please cooperate with the troops in searching the town. Do not hide soldiers or drug dealers. Violators will be punished as guilty as well!"

The people who heard the horn hurriedly closed the glass and doors and trembled. Some were pushed out rudely. These people were obviously Mexicans. They banged on the door and shouted, and finally knelt on the ground crying and were dragged to the roadside by the Northern Army.

"Don't kill me, I don't dare to do it again, I will never dare to do it again, I quit now, I don't sell drugs anymore." A curly-haired Mexican woman shouted. She was wearing a skirt that was covered with dirt and looked embarrassed.

Obviously, he sneaked in from the border, but luckily, he was not involved in the drug dealers' gunfight, but now... he has been caught. Bang!
One shot to the head!
It's so brutal!

If General Yuwen were here, he would definitely curse it as a waste.

"Control the town government!"

Following the order, the troops continued to advance.

This was not just one place. The 337th Regiment that rushed in took control of two nearby villages and one town and implemented martial law. There were also many dissatisfied rednecks who hid in the houses with guns and shot at the Mexican soldiers.

"Battle launcher! Bazooka!" the commander shouted, pointing at the house. The soldier behind him came out with an M72 anti-tank launcher and fired a shot at the wooden house.

boom!
The roof was blown off, and I don't know what caused the explosion, but a raging fire broke out inside, and it was blown to ashes in an instant.

Redneck?
Now let your ankles turn red!

Mexican soldiers are not afraid of the media. Why should they live under other people's language? Those media only praise the winners.

But in fact, this is Rommel's "kidnapping" plan. He hid the soldiers in "residential houses" on American territory. Do you dare to use large-scale weapons in Texas? You don't dare. You are afraid of being sprayed to death by newspapers. Then you can only negotiate.

Make reparations for the "invasion of Mexico"!!
Austin.
Governor Frederick Madison of Texas looked livid and slammed his hands on the table, and everyone below looked up at him.

"This is war! Gentlemen, Mexico has invaded the United States. As you can see, they have brazenly attacked the National Guard, causing heavy casualties, and stormed into the town of Calabria and its affiliated villages!"

"I now ask the 36th Division and other militia groups to assemble urgently and move closer to the border as soon as possible to take back our land."

"Governor, should we report this to the Pentagon and the White House..." Someone in the audience whispered.

"Texas does not need to explain to anyone that we have the power to defend our own land. Major General Carter, follow your orders!" Frederick Madison said, looking at the only black general in uniform in the room.

The other party looked at the others, stood up and saluted, "Yes!"

The National Guard obeys the governor. Even if the president's orders are to the left, they will obey the former. This is the high degree of federal autonomy. Isn't this a warlord?
The White House and the Pentagon are powerful now. If they become a little lax someday, do you think these governors will have other ideas? The Lone Star State is well-known for its dissatisfaction with the US government.

"In half an hour, I will make a statewide televised speech to mobilize and call on the people to go to the border to resist the invasion!"

He planned to launch a "ocean war".

Texas is a notoriously red state, rural, middle-aged, pickup truck typical "maga".

Hearing this, the deputy governor shook his head and asked, "How can war involve ordinary people?"

"Why not? It's the Patriotic War now!"

Then you have to call the Soviets, they have more experience than you.

dong dong dong~
After there was a knock on the door, the secretary pushed the door open with a strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Frederick Madison asked with a frown.

The secretary half moved aside, and the old Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney walked in with a tired look on his face.

"We can't start a war!"

……

A Falcon 900 private jet in the sky over Mexico, escorted by three F3s.

This is of course Victor's phone.

It's extremely luxurious inside.

He was casually scanning the newspaper when a flight attendant carefully brought a cup of coffee and placed it next to him. She also pulled her clothes to make her cleavage look bigger.

Victor glanced at someone still standing next to him, looked up, and asked gently, "What's the matter?"

"No...no sir." The flight attendant shook her head quickly. As she walked away, she seemed a little reluctant and looked back twice.

Doesn't Victor know what they are planning?
If a man wants to get to the top, he has to know how to tremble. If a woman wants to get to the top, she has to know how to eat.

Casare came out of the bathroom and looked out the window. He could still see the escorting fighter jets outside.

"Boss..."

Before he could finish his words, a riptide caused the plane to move suddenly, which scared him so much that the coffee on the table fell onto the carpet.

The exclamation was heard louder and louder.

Casare sat down on the ground and couldn't stand steadily.

Victor held onto the table and looked outside. The escort fighter jets were rushing off into the distance.

"General, two F11000s were spotted at 2 meters in the air!" The accompanying official looked extremely frightened, and his voice was trembling as he ran over.

We are in the sky. If a missile comes, we will all die!
"Why panic!"

Victor said calmly, "Can't my soldiers protect me? Let them attack and shoot down the American fighter planes. I will give them medals!"

He looked at everyone, "Who has a cigarette?"

A young attendant tremblingly handed over a cigarette from his bag, "ARLBORO, it tastes good. Come on, have a smoke."

Casare got up, took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and smiled after lighting it. "Better than Camel, Boss. Let's switch cigarettes next time."

Victor pointed at him and said with a smile, "You guy, you smoked all the cigarettes in my drawer. Don't tell me that the mice gave them to me. When I opened it, hey, there were only a few packs left."

Seeing that the two big guys were still joking with each other, the entourage all quieted down and sat back in their seats. Although they were nervous, they did not run around.

If the boss isn’t afraid, why should we be afraid?

Victor was smoking a cigarette, looking calm and relaxed.

Stay calm. What kind of scene have you not seen?

Aren’t they just two little thieves?
Two F14s rushed forward and engaged in a dogfight. It is hard to say which of the F15 and F14 has stronger combat power. In the 80s, US Air Force pilots and Navy pilots fought against each other, and the latter used the "Tomcat".

The US Air Force wants to die because they have never won once.

All we can say is that pilots have strong combat effectiveness and the training market is large.

In this regard, the Air Force of the First Mexican Republic was not at all inferior.

He also sent a call for help to the air force base below via radio. The commander of the base was shocked when he heard that the general's private plane was being targeted by the US military.

Colonel Manfred von Richthofen, captain of the Air Force's 14rd Flight Squadron, screamed and personally flew the F into the sky.

Don't be afraid, General, the loyal minister is here!

The Falcon 900 began to descend and finally landed smoothly at the "Leon Airport". Many soldiers and officers were already waiting below and they hurried to greet it.

The commander of the 3rd Division, Lieutenant General Alexievich Brusilov, and Chief of Staff Major General Frederick von Paulus were obviously aware of the situation in the air. They looked very nervous and kept surrounding Victor.

"It's okay, it's okay, hahaha, don't worry, it's just a few thieves who broke into our house, should the owner be afraid of them?"

Just as he finished speaking, the two F2s that had advanced came back and landed at the airport. Victor breathed a sigh of relief to see them return safely, and after the pilots landed with the help of the ground crew, he applauded.

Everyone followed suit.

The two fighter pilots blushed, ran over, and saluted, "General, we shot down one enemy plane and one escaped."

"it is good!"

"Well done."

Victor patted their shoulders and joked, "Don't worry, the medal will not be lost. I will personally award it to you when the time comes."

"Thank you General!"

"See? These are our soldiers. They will never show mercy to a strong enemy. They are just the Americans. They have X-bombs, and sooner or later we will have them too. At worst, we will all die together."

"We must carry forward the spirit of not fearing hardship or death. North America is not dominated by the United States alone. We must also ask ourselves, who will dominate the Gulf of Mexico, the Pacific Ocean, and the South American garden?"

"I suppose you've heard about the clash between the 4th Division and Texas."

"Today, we will let them know who is the ancestor of Texas!"

……

(End of this chapter)