Working as a police officer in Mexico

The next day.

After entering October, the wind becomes a bit strong.

A group of six government soldiers, dressed in autumn clothes, patrolled the border near Hidalgo State. Standing here, you can see Turanxingo in the distance. It is a city with strong folk customs and is also the headquarters of the Roman Catholic Church. parish.

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

To talk about the most famous...

That is hardcore wrestling. There is a huge market here. It is also a gambling market. All you have to do is kill your opponent. Every year, Americans come to gamble.

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

Horses... No, the lives of ordinary people are also lives. If you really want to fight, then go to a regular sports venue. If you fight well, you can still participate in next year's Olympic Games.

Held in Spain in 1992.

"Sir! Sir!"

While the government troops were patrolling, a low-pitched shout came from across the barrier. The lieutenant leading the team turned his head sharply and saw a strong man emerging 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 a border guard post in Hidalgo state. We want to join the government army. I can lead the way, I can lead the way!"

The strong man was clearly the one who yelled about injustice in the guard box yesterday.

After waking up early in the morning, I was a little timid, but when I thought that my family was going to starve to death, I couldn't stop doing anything, so I came over with my people and carried out the plan according to the plan.

"Raise your hands and put them where we see them. Come here." The lieutenant winked at a corporal, who took out a pair of pliers from the tool bag he carried and cut a hole in the barrier net. Come.

Signaling the strong man to crawl over.

"What's your name?"

"Francisco, sir."

There are many names and they are very random. They are basically the same as Zhang Wei and Li Na in China. You can meet them on the street.

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

The lieutenant leading the team frowned, not knowing whether it was true or not. "Come on, follow me. I will report this matter to the superiors. I hope you didn't lie to us, otherwise, hum!"

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

The lieutenant's expression softened. To the Mexicans, this was already a very heavy oath. It was equivalent to...the ancients pointed at Luo He and said that he would be a son of a bitch if he messed around.

But it turns out that he would rather let himself be a son of a bitch...

This "Southern Deserter Incident" was immediately uploaded to the "Baroque Palace", which is the Ministry of Defense, located in Tepeya Mountain.

Kennedy has been promoted from Army Commander to Secretary of Defense, and Erich Ludendorff, the original Deputy Chief of Staff, has been transferred to the Chief of Army.

All completed in recent days.

Average age of the military: 32.3 years old!

This should be regarded as the youngest military personnel in all countries. Victor wants to tell everyone that if you follow me, you will have all the glory and wealth you can find!

"Did the General Staff send it over?"

"Sent one." The secretary replied hurriedly.

Kennedy nodded, picked up the phone and called Horatio Herbert Kitchener, "Hey, it's me. What does the staff think of this emergency?"

The chief of staff on the other side was very calm and spoke in a calm tone, "If there is civil unrest in the town of Ravenna, as the defectors say, then if we occupy this place, we are fully capable of occupying Hidalgo, and then radiating to Tras, Morelos and Puebla states.”

"If we capture Hidalgo, according to previous economic conferences, this state will be integrated into the new Mexico City economic circle. What the general means is that the state of Mexico will be completely expanded and become one of the most economically and populous regions in North America and even the world."

"So?" Kennedy raised an eyebrow.

"I propose that if we want to fight, we should attack from three sides and knock down Hidalgo, Terras, and Morelos with the force of thunder!"

When Kennedy heard this, he rubbed his temples with a headache, "It was too sudden. There were no military operations during 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 why we must win."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener organized the words: "1. The general rewarded the three armies, and the morale was at a high level. All the sergeants asked for battle, and their morale was as high as the sky."

"Second, the United States has withdrawn its support for the southern government. This is a blow. One is a decline, the other is ebbing, and our advantage is even greater."

"3. From the fact that the defectors are soldiers, it can be seen that the fighting spirit of their lower-level soldiers is completely lost, and they are very yearning 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 for a moment that this was really the case. After he took a high-level position in the military, he studied many cases, among which the most classic one was about morale.

That's China vs India.

At that time, India was at war with Spain. The "Goa War" made them prosperous and claimed to be the leader of the third world. But what about the Sino-Indian war later?

A British reporter commented this way: Except for the wildebeest migration in East Africa, I have never seen mammals running so fast in groups...

There is no fighting morale!

Therefore, he admitted that Horatio Herbert Kitchener had a reason, thought for a moment, and nodded decisively, "Okay! See you in the general's office in ten minutes."

"good."

Kennedy picked up the document and said to his secretary, "Get the helicopter ready."

The latter responded hurriedly and ran out first.

By the time the defense minister reached the top floor, a Mi-8 was already spinning its propellers. He was hunched over in the cabin, and the pilot operated the helicopter to take off. The journey took more than forty minutes, and seven or eight minutes in the air was enough. .

After landing on the top floor of the National Palace, Kennedy shook his head and got off the plane with some nausea. There were already guards waiting for him.

"I want to see the general."

"Please follow me," the guard said.

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

Victor raised his head when he heard the voice, "Here? Sit down."

Kennedy nodded to Horatio, sat on the chair, and watched the general flipping through the documents.

Dong dong dong~

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, closed his eyes, and just thought.

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

? ! ! ?

That’s close to 90,000 people!

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

Of course it can't be compared with some superpowers, but... a dozen Southern Drug Traffickers Alliance is enough. The original establishment of the armored army also meant "armored sweep". Thousands of armored vehicles came from the north to the south. Just looking at it made them feel a little scared.

Are generals so "reserved" in fighting wars now?

"That's enough," Kennedy said quickly.

"The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength, and the air force is also deployed at any time. We must bring the three states into our territory before the drug dealers in the south can react."

Victor is actually excited. If the three states of Terras, Morelos, and Puebla are defeated, the state names will be removed and directly incorporated into the state of Mexico. The capital economic circle will have a population of more than 36 million!

If you put so much dry firewood down, I don't believe that the fire can't burn.

The war is also about the economy.

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

The document signed with Victor's name was quickly issued to the headquarters of the Fifth Army. After receiving the order, Guderian quickly gathered the troops and immediately dispatched two battalions of the Guards Regiment of the 5th Army to rush across Hidalgo State!

The regiment leader, Colonel Harold Alexander, personally led the group.

The troop carrier knocked away the isolation net on the border...

When the sentry soldiers heard the noise and came out to scream, the heavy machine guns on the Humvees opened fire, sweeping them into pieces. There were also people lying in the guard booths with phones in their hands, "Government troops are coming!!"

The convoy sped towards the town of Ravenna behind them.

At this time in the town.

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

It's just a small building with one or two floors.

"Crash it in!" the little man yelled, pressing the accelerator to the bottom, "Hold on!"

There was a cloak on the back of the military pickup truck, and there were soldiers sitting inside. After hearing his words, they nervously grabbed what they could.

A silver-haired middle-aged man just walked out with a briefcase in his hand. He was the deputy mayor and a grassroots cadre of the Gulf Group. Even though he was wearing a white shirt and glasses, he actually had everything on him. It's a tattoo.

Drug traffickers have begun to take root throughout the grassroots...

When the little sentry saw him, he gritted his teeth and hit the accelerator to the fullest. The deputy mayor heard the sound and turned his head. Before he could see clearly, he was knocked into the gate by the front of the pickup truck.

The pickup truck was still pushing against him, hitting the bottom all the way, and all the windows and tables were smashed.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the pickup truck finally stopped. The little sentry was a little groggy. He shook his head, opened his eyes, and saw that the deputy mayor in front of him was slammed against the wall by him, and his whole body was covered with blood. It sucks…

Half of my head was gone, and I don’t know where it flew to.

The brain seeped out from his skull, and the red, yellow, and fishy smell hit his face, almost making him sick to his stomach.

The little sentry picked up the passenger's gun, kicked open the recessed door, climbed to the roof of the car, and fired at the staff who gathered around to watch the excitement.

Screams echoed through the hall along with gunshots.

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

"I'll go find the mayor! The remaining people will block the door."

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 off, made a click, and loaded it again.

When I walked to the mayor's office and kicked in, I saw the bald mayor sitting on a chair, raising his hands in fear, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Bah! I'm really revolting!"

The little sentry rushed over and beat the mayor to death... Still not satisfied, he went over and opened more than a dozen holes in the opponent's body.

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

"Afraid of chicken feathers? Keep them close and hit them. Don't waste bullets. When the government troops arrive, victory will belong to us."

The comrade hesitated for a moment, "What if Victor's people don't come?"

"Don't come? If you don't come, you'll die. Killing one is enough, killing two is enough. 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 I can’t stand it anymore and I’m going to panic if I don’t kill them.”

"You're going to starve to death sooner or later, so you might as well give it a try!"

This is not a rough statement...

The price of food on the market has been rising. Chambers of commerce that cooperate with drug traffickers control corn, rice, etc. They can't afford enough food rations for a month as soldiers. Not only that, but they also have to pay taxes...

What child tax…

If there are more than two children in the family, the third child will be taxed.

There is also the unmarried tax, which applies to those who are not married even if they are 18 years old.

After the southern drug traffickers came to power, they imposed exorbitant taxes and clever names, making people's lives worse than dogs.

Many people have even begun to wander. In many big cities...

Homeless people have long been all over the streets.

How do drug dealers know how to govern a country?

The police chief of Ravenna Town came with his men. He was shocked when he saw the messy door and the corpse inside, but then he stepped back and said, "Come in and beat the gangsters to death. Kill one of them." Reward of US$2,000.”

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward.

A group of policemen (drug dealers) with pistols in their hands risked their bodies to get close to them. After walking for more than ten meters, there was no sound of gunshots. I felt so courageous that I straightened up. As soon as I stood up straight, I hid by the window. The soldiers came out and fired.

There is no retreat, no hiding.

Like a target...

"Trash! Trash! Rush in, get the rocket launcher from the police station, and blow them up..." the director said angrily.

"Director, rocket launchers are prone to accidental injuries. The mayor and the others are still inside." A staff member who ran out of the car hid behind the car and heard the order. He couldn't help but shouted out, and then shrank back. go back.

"No matter what, kill them first and then I'll be responsible for anything that happens." The director waved his hand and must kill them.

Just as the men under his command were about to get their weapons, they heard gunshots and shouts coming from the entrance of the town.

The town of Ravenna is actually not that big.

When it is said to be a town, it is also a village.

Covering an area of ​​less than 3 square kilometers...

"Director, Director..."

Someone ran over in a hurry, "Run, the Northern Army is coming, Victor is coming."

"ah?"

The police chief stared, but then he trembled and got into the car as if there was wind at his feet, "Fuck, get in the car and run!"

More than 20 policemen ran away in panic.

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

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

Like a pathetic creature, watching the car run away.

"Wait for me, I haven't gotten in the car yet...I...I haven't gotten in the car yet!!" He shouted heartbreakingly, but who would blame him now?

Thumb thump thump~

The ground shook, and he looked towards the street in horror, and saw a BTR-80 armored personnel carrier driving over. He didn't know what model it was, but the iron can was running rampant.

Simply barbaric!

The BTR-80 armored vehicle is pretty good and quickly jumps out soldiers from behind.

"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 stretched out his hand and said pleadingly.

"Don't move." The soldier pointed at him and looked at his legs. They were bloody and bloody, with bones protruding out and debris just falling to the ground. It looked like he was hopeless at first glance, but he still called the health worker behind him. .

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

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

The little man Slim looked at him, looking at the military rank on his shoulder with burning eyes, and stood at attention 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 courageous person.

"What's your name?"

"William Joseph Slim, sir."

"I remember your name. Are you willing to lead the way? After the war, I will ask you to join my Guards Regiment."

Slim's eyes were shining, and there was a rush of breath from his chest to his head. He felt that he had finally met Bole.

"Sir, come with me. I know there is a path leading to the slums of Tulan Xingo. We will fight in from there and liberate them directly."

Did you see...

He is more anxious than you.

Harold Alexander checked his watch and said, "Report to the military headquarters that our troops occupied the town of Ravenna at 9:03 and are now heading to Tulan Xingo to request aerial reconnaissance support and follow-up troops to follow."

"Brothers!"

He stood on the armored vehicle, "The drug dealers were running like wildfire, panicking and not choosing their own path. We followed them and rushed into Tulan Xinge, taking the lead to thank the general!"

"loyalty!!"

The loyal voice of the Guards resounded throughout the sky. Most of them were veterans of the 5th Division. They earned a lot and had good benefits. They had long wanted to fight.

Slowly move towards professional soldiers, and be happy to hear about the war!

William Joseph Slim and his comrades were also inspired by the whistling sound and couldn't help but shouting together.

Leaving one company behind, the rest of the people rushed to Turanxingo.

Beep beep beep~

The 5th Army Headquarters is also the Capital Security Command. The sound of machines and telephones are ringing.

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

"So fast? A few minutes?" Guderian was very surprised.

Deputy Commander Luigi Cadorna looked at the time, "If you don't count the time on the road, 2 minutes, basically no enemy encountered."

Guderian's eyes were happy, but he still nodded very calmly, "Then our guess is right, the drug dealers have no confidence in a fight, order the follow-up troops to continue to advance."

He held a red flag symbolizing his side in his hand and planted it on Pachuca.

This is the capital of Hidalgo State.

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

And they didn't hide...

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

This kind of people must be killed first no matter where they are...

Turanxingo itself has an armed team of 400 people, which is actually a militia. This is also a feature of southern drug dealers, because the military expenses are really too expensive, except for Los Zetas and a small number of border troops and some drug trafficking groups directly under the army.

In other places, let the local rich people, government, and people jointly fund, which is very similar to the local armed forces during the Republic of China.

In fact, Mexico has also set up militias to prevent drug dealers from invading, but now it is used to suppress local people who make trouble and resist the Northern Army. As long as they resist for a period of time, reinforcements will return.

Of course...

That's what the Yucatan side said, but the militia people don't believe it at all.

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

The leader was gone?

"Fuck! Everyone ran away, why should we fight? Surrender, surrender!"

"Yes, surrender!"

"No, no..."

Some of the 400 people clamored to surrender, while others ran away. Why resist?

When Colonel Harold Alexander rushed into the slums from the small road and killed Turanxingo, he saw garbage everywhere...

And the stalls that were smashed.

There was also the "Victor half-length flag" hung on the residential building.

Harold was silent for a moment.

He stared at William Joseph Slim next to him.

"Where are the people?"

...