Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 429 Sir, I will lead the way!

The next day.

After entering October, the wind is a bit strong.

A team of six government soldiers, dressed in autumn uniforms, patrolled the border near Hidalgo State. Standing here, they could see Turancingo in the distance, a city with tough folk customs and also a Roman Catholic archdiocese.

There is a kind of Turancingo cuirassier in Age of Empires 3, which actually originated from this.

The most famous...

That is hardcore wrestling, which has a huge market here and is also a gambling market. All you have to do is kill your opponent, and every year Americans come here to gamble.

Of course, this activity has always been popular in Mexico, but when Victor came in, he directly banned it and cracked down on it severely.

Ma... No, ordinary people's lives are also lives. If you really want to fight, then go to a regular sports venue. If you become famous, you can even participate in next year's Olympics.

Held in Spain in 1992.

"Sir! Sir!"

Just as the government troops were patrolling, a muffled shout came from the fence. The lieutenant in charge turned his head sharply and saw a sturdy man coming out from behind a tree with his hands raised.

They quickly pointed their guns at him.

"Don't shoot, sir, we're here to surrender."

"We are the border post of Hidalgo State. We want to join the government forces. I can lead the way. I can lead the way!"

The sturdy man was the one who had been cursing injustice in the guard booth yesterday.

After sobering up early in the morning, he was a little scared, but when he thought about his family who were almost starving to death, he decided to go all out and brought his men here to carry out the plan.

"Put your hands up where we can see them. You, come here." The lieutenant winked at a corporal, who took out a pair of pliers from the tool kit he carried with him and cut a hole in the barrier net.

Signaled the strong man to crawl over.

"what's your name?"

"Francisco, sir."

There are many such names, and they are very random. Basically, just like China's Zhang Wei and Li Na, you can meet them on the street.

"My companions and I have returned to the town at the rear. Nine o'clock! They said they would kill the mayor at nine o'clock." The sturdy man pointed at the watch on his wrist, which was a bit old. "Let me ask for support. I hope you can get in."

The lieutenant in charge frowned, not quite sure whether it was true or not. "Come on, follow me. I will report this to the higher-ups. I hope you didn't lie to us. Otherwise, hmph!"

"I swear, sir, if I lie, no one will honor me on the Day of the Dead!" Francisco said hurriedly.

The lieutenant's expression relaxed. For Mexicans, this was already a heavy oath, equivalent to...the ancients pointed at Luo He and said that if they did something wrong, they would be the son of a whore.

But the fact is that he would rather be the son of a whore...

This "South Korean deserter incident" was immediately uploaded to the "Baroque Palace", which is the Ministry of National Defense, located on Mount Tepeya.

Kennedy had been promoted from Army Commander to Secretary of Defense, and the former Deputy Chief of Staff Erich Ludendorff was transferred to the position of Army Chief.

All of them were completed in recent days.

The average age of the military: 32.3 years old!
This should be the youngest military personnel in all countries. Victor wants to tell everyone, follow me, and you will have wealth and glory!

"Has the General Staff sent it over?"

"I sent one copy." The secretary replied quickly.

Kennedy nodded, picked up the phone and called Horatio Herbert Kitchener, "Hello, it's me. What does the General Staff think of this incident?"

The chief of staff on the other side was very calm and spoke in a calm tone. "If it is true as the defectors said, there is civil unrest in Ravenna, then we are fully capable of occupying Hidalgo and then radiating to the three states of Telas, Morelos, and Puebla."

"If we take Hidalgo, according to the previous economic conference, this state will be integrated into the new Mexico City economic zone. The general means that the State of Mexico will be fully expanded and become one of the most economically and demographically prosperous regions in North America and even the world."

"So?" Kennedy raised his eyebrows.

"I suggest that we attack from three sides and take down the three states of Hidalgo, Telas and Morelos with the force of thunder!"

Hearing this, Kennedy rubbed his temples with a headache, "It was too sudden. There was no military action in the year."

"Mexico City is too close to the border. We need to create a buffer zone for the capital, and we have three reasons to win."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener arranged the language: "First, the general rewarded the three armies, and the morale was high. All the soldiers wanted to fight, and the morale was as high as the sky."

"Second, the United States has withdrawn its support for the Southern government. This is a blow. As one thing weakens, the other gains, and we have a greater advantage."

“Third, the defectors are soldiers, which shows that the fighting spirit of the lower-level soldiers is completely weakened, and they are very eager for us. As long as we launch a surprise attack, we will not even encounter an effective counterattack.”

"With the above three points, we will definitely win!"

"The advantage is mine!"

Kennedy thought about it and realized it was true. After he took a high-ranking position in the military, he studied many cases, the most classic of which was a battle about morale.

That's China vs India.

At that time, India fought a war with Spain. The "Goa War" made them prosperous and they called themselves the leader of the third world. But what about the Sino-Indian War?
British journalists commented: Apart from the migration of wildebeests in East Africa, I have never seen mammals run so fast in groups...

There is no fighting morale at all!
Therefore, he admitted that what Horatio Herbert Kitchener said made sense. After thinking for a while, he nodded decisively, "Okay! See you in the general's office in ten minutes."

"it is good."

Kennedy picked up the document and said to his secretary, "Have someone prepare a helicopter."

The latter responded hurriedly and ran out first.

When the defense minister reached the top floor, a Mi-8 had already coiled its propeller. He crouched down and got into the cabin while the pilot operated the helicopter into the air. The journey of more than minutes only required seven or eight minutes in the air.

After the plane landed on the rooftop of the National Palace, Kennedy shook his head and got off the plane despite feeling a little nauseous. Guards were already waiting for him.

"I want to see the General."

"Please follow me." said the guard.

When he entered the office, Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener was already there in his military uniform.

Victor looked up when he heard the voice, "Are you here? Sit down."

Kennedy nodded to Horatio, sat in his chair, and watched the general looking through the documents.

dong dong dong~
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and closed his eyes, thinking.

"Do you think the Fifth Army and the Armored Corps are enough?"

? ! ! ?
That’s close to 9 people!

The Mexican Armored Forces plan is to have 820 tanks and 700 military vehicles of various types, but it is not yet fully organized, and the entire army has only 170 tanks and more than 200 military vehicles.

Of course, we can't compare with some superpowers, but... it's enough to fight the Southern Drug Dealers Alliance. The original meaning of establishing an armored army was "armored sweep". Thousands of armored vehicles are moving south from the north, and it's a bit scary just to look at them.

Are generals so "reserved" when fighting wars now?
"That's enough," Kennedy said quickly.

"A lion will fight a rabbit with all its might, and the air force will be deployed at any time. We must bring the three states into our territory before the southern drug dealers can react."

Victor was actually also excited. If the three states of Telas, Morelos and Puebla were conquered, the state names would be removed and directly incorporated into the State of Mexico. The capital's economic circle would be able to reach a population of over 3600 million!

With so much dry wood, I don’t believe that a raging fire can’t be started.

War is also about economics.

"Yes!" Kennedy and Horatio stood up and saluted.

The document signed with Victor's name was quickly sent to the Fifth Army Headquarters. After receiving the order, Guderian quickly gathered his troops and immediately dispatched two battalions of the Fifth Army Guards Regiment to rush through Hidalgo State!

The regiment commander, Colonel Harold Alexander, led the team personally.

The troop carrier knocked down the isolation fence on the border...

When the sentry heard the noise and came out to scream, the heavy machine gun on the Humvee opened fire and directly turned them into debris. There were also people lying in the sentry box with a phone in their hands, "Government troops are coming in!!"

The convoy sped towards the town of Ravenna behind.

And at this time in the town.

When the short sentry took six or seven comrades back to rest, he did not return to the barracks, but rushed towards the town office building.

It's just a one or two-story building.

"Drive in!" the little guy yelled, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, "Hold on tight!"

There was a cloak on the back of the pickup truck with soldiers sitting inside. When they heard his words, they nervously grabbed anything they could hold.

A middle-aged man with silver hair just walked out with a briefcase in his hand. He was the deputy mayor and also a grassroots cadre of the Gulf Group. Although he was wearing a white shirt and glasses, his body was actually covered with tattoos.

Drug dealers have taken root throughout the grassroots...

When the short sentry saw him, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The deputy mayor heard the sound and turned his head, but before he could see clearly, he was hit by the front of the pickup truck and pushed into the gate.

The pickup truck was pressing against him all the way to the bottom, smashing all the glass and tables.

boom!
With a loud bang, the pickup truck finally stopped. The little sentry felt a little groggy. He shook his head and opened his eyes. He saw the deputy mayor in front of him being smashed against the wall by him. His whole body was rotten...

Half of its head is gone, and no one knows where it flew to.

The brain matter oozed out of the skull, and the red, yellow, and fishy smell hit me in the face, almost making me feel nauseous.

The short sentry picked up the gun from the passenger seat, kicked the concave door open, climbed onto the roof of the car, and fired at the staff who had gathered to watch the fun.

Screams and gunshots echoed throughout the hall.

The soldier in the back of the pickup truck jumped out.

"I'll go find the mayor! The rest of you, block the gate."

He jumped down from the roof of the car, took out the magazine from his jacket pocket, knocked it hard, and the empty unit price fell out. With a click, he reloaded the bullet. He walked to the mayor's office and kicked it in. He saw the bald mayor sitting on the chair, holding his hands in fear, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Bah! I'm in rebellion!"

The short sentry fired a volley of bullets, killing the mayor instantly... Not yet satisfied, he went over and made a dozen more holes in the man's body.

"Slim, the police are here." A comrade outside shouted.

"Are you afraid of chicken feathers? Let them get close and fight. Don't waste bullets. Wait until the government troops arrive, and victory will belong to us."

The comrade hesitated, "What if Victor's men don't come?"

"Not coming? If you don't come, you'll die. Killing one will cover our losses, and killing two will be a profit. How much money have these bastards taken from us? Look at the ashtrays on the table, they are all made of gold. Damn it, I can't stand it. If I don't kill them, I'll feel suffocated."

"I'm going to starve to death sooner or later anyway, so I might as well give it a try!"

This is a rough statement...

The price of food in the market has been rising. The Chamber of Commerce that cooperates with drug dealers controls corn, rice, etc. They can't afford to buy enough food for a month of military service. That's not all, they also have to pay taxes...

What is the child tax?

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If there are more than two children in the family, the third one will have to pay taxes.

There is also an unmarried tax, and those who are still unmarried at the age of 18 also have to pay money.

After the southern drug dealers came to power, they imposed heavy taxes and made up all sorts of pretexts, making people live worse than dogs.

Many people even started to wander, and in many big cities...

Homeless people have long been everywhere in the streets and alleys.

What do drug dealers know about running a country?

The police chief of Ravenna brought some people over and was shocked when he saw the messy door and the bodies inside, but then he backed off and said, "Go in and kill the criminals. There's a $2000 reward for killing one."

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

A group of policemen (drug dealers) holding pistols approached and walked for more than ten meters without hearing any gunfire. They became emboldened and stood up straight. As soon as they stood up straight, the soldiers hiding by the window came out and opened fire.

There is no way to retreat, no way to hide.

Like a target...

"Waste! Waste! Rush in, get the rocket launchers from the police station and blow them to death..." the director said angrily.

"Chief, rocket launchers can easily cause accidental injuries. The mayor and the others are still inside." A staff member who ran out from inside and hid behind a car heard the order and couldn't help but stick his head out and shout, then shrank back after shouting.

"No matter what, let's kill them first. I will be responsible if anything happens." The director waved his hand, determined to kill them.

Just as his men were about to grab their weapons, they heard gunshots and shouting coming from the town entrance.

The town of Ravenna is actually not very big.

It is called a town, but it is actually a village.

The area is less than 3 square kilometers...

"Director, Director..."

Someone came running over, shouting, "Run, the Northern Army is coming, Victor is attacking."

"what?"

The police chief stared, but then he shuddered and got into the car at full speed, "Damn it! Get in the car! Run!"

More than twenty policemen ran away in panic.

"Wait for me, wait for me!" The town government staff member tried to jump into the car in panic, but was kicked down by a foot coming from somewhere.

He fell heavily to the ground, and before he could stand up, a police car running behind him ran over his legs. His bones cracked, and he screamed, rolling over while holding his legs.

Like a poor worm, watching the vehicle run away.

"Wait for me, I haven't gotten on the bus yet... I... I haven't gotten on the bus yet!!" He shouted heartbreakingly, but who would pay attention to him now?

Dengdengdengdeng~
The ground was shaking and he looked towards the street in horror, then he saw a BTR-80 armored personnel carrier approaching. He didn't know what model it was, but it looked like a tin can, rushing forward.

It's so barbaric!
The BTR-80 armored vehicle was pretty good, and soldiers quickly jumped off from the back.

"Raise your hands, lie down and don't move!"

"I surrender! I surrender. I am a staff member of the town government. I can lead the way. I know where the army is. I will lead the way for you. Please save me."

He held out his hand pleadingly.

"Don't move." The soldier pointed at him and looked at his legs. His flesh and blood were all over the place, with bones sticking out and debris lying on the ground. It looked like he was beyond saving, but he still called for the medical staff behind him.

The "rebel soldiers" in the town government also came out and swallowed their saliva when they saw the fully armed guards.

"Are you the border sentinels?" Colonel Harold Alexander looked at them.

The little Slim looked at him, his eyes burning as he looked at the rank on his shoulder, and saluted, "Hello, sir!"

Harold raised his eyebrows. He admired the little man in front of him. At least he knew how to be polite. Moreover, there was no fear in his eyes, only excitement. He liked this kind of courage.

"what's your name?"

"William Joseph Slim, sir."

"I remember your name. Are you willing to lead the way for me? After the war, I will recommend you for a place in my Guards Regiment."

Slim's eyes were shining, and a surge of energy rushed to his head. He felt that he had finally met his mentor.

"Sir, follow me. I know there is a path leading to the slums of Turanxingo. We can fight our way in from there and liberate them directly."

See...

He is more anxious than you.

Harold Alexander looked at his watch and said, "Report to the military headquarters. Our troops have occupied the town of Ravenna at 9:03. We are now heading to Turanxingo. We are requesting air reconnaissance support and follow-up troops to follow."

"Bros!"

He stood on the armored vehicle and said, "The drug dealers were running around in a panic, not knowing where to go. We followed them and rushed into Turanxingo. We will take the first place to thank the general!"

"loyalty!!"

The loyal voices of the Guards resounded through the sky. Most of them were former veterans of the 5th Division. They earned a lot and had good benefits, so they had long wanted to fight.

Slowly moving towards becoming a professional soldier, happy to hear about war!
William Joseph Slim and his comrades were also inspired by the whistle and couldn't help shouting together.

Leaving behind one company, the rest charged towards Turanxingo.

Dick dick~
The headquarters of the 5th Army is also the capital's garrison headquarters. The sounds of machines and telephones are heard constantly.

"Commander, Colonel Harold Alexander has captured the town of Ravenna." The staff officer ran over with the intelligence.

"So fast? Just a few minutes?" Guderian was very surprised.

Deputy Commander Luigi Cadorna checked the time. "If you don't count the time spent on the road, it's 2 minutes. We basically didn't encounter any enemies."

Guderian's eyes lit up with joy, but he still nodded calmly, "Then our guess is correct. The drug dealers have no confidence in fighting. Order the follow-up troops to continue advancing."

In his hand he held a red flag, the symbol of his side, which he placed on top of Pachuca.

This is the capital of the state of Hidalgo.

At this time, Turanxingo was really in a panic. The police who ran back from the south brought back the news. Seeing their miserable appearance, many people on the street saw it.

And they don’t hide…

Someone was still shouting in the police car, "The Northern Army is coming!"

Such people must be killed first no matter where they are...

Turancingo itself also has an armed team of 400 people, which is actually a militia. This is also a major feature of southern drug dealers, because military expenditures are really too expensive, except for Los Zetas and a small number of border troops and some drug trafficking groups' direct troops.

In other places, local wealthy people, governments, and people jointly invest, which is very similar to the local armed forces during the Republic of China period.

In fact, Mexico also set up militias to prevent invasion by drug dealers, but now they are used to suppress local riots and resist the Northern Army. As long as they can resist for a period of time, reinforcements will return.

certainly…

This is what the Yucatan side said, but the militia members didn't believe it at all.

When they heard that Victor had broken in, the rich people in Turanxingo ran away first, then the government agencies. When the 400 militiamen finally mustered up the courage to resist, hey, when they turned around, guess what happened?

The leader is missing?
"Fuck! Everyone's running away, why are we still fighting? Surrender, surrender!"

"Yes, surrender!"

“I quit, I quit…”

Among the 400 people, some were clamoring to surrender, while others were running away. What was there to resist?
When Colonel Harold Alexander rushed into the slums from the side road and rushed into Turanxingo, he saw garbage everywhere...

And the stalls that were broken into pieces.

There is also the "Victor Half-Body Flag" hung on residential buildings.

Harold was silent for a moment.

He stared into the eyes of William Joseph Slim next to him.

"What about people?"

……

(End of this chapter)