Chapter 91 The Battle of Guadalcanal!

Chapter 91 The Battle of Guadalcanal!

Brothers who have fought in the war all know this.

What terrain is the most difficult to navigate?

Desert, rainforest, or plateau?

neither!

It's an island!

In Arlington Cemetery in Washington, DC, the capital of the United States, there is such a statue. Six American soldiers are planting an American flag on the ground.

This statue comes from a famous photograph "The Flag is Planted on Rihuang Island". Later, this photo became a symbol of the American spirit, and what this photo recorded was the Battle of Iwo Jima.

The isolated island of more than 20 square kilometers has become a meat grinding ground on the Pacific battlefield.

At that time, the US military had to rely on aircraft and artillery, and then paid a heavy price to successfully land on the island.

Just a drug dealer?

On what?

Kayaking?

Of course he despised drug dealers in his heart, but Victor still had to prepare.

Many residents discovered that there were many things covered with awnings on the pier. Some people wanted to go up and take a peek, but were stopped and scolded by the police officers guarding them.

This made some sensitive residents feel a little nervous.

Santos had just returned from school that day, followed by Stephanie. The two of them were holding snacks in their hands, when they suddenly saw a motorcade driving past, surrounded by people.

"Six cars, seven cars, eight cars..." A boy with freckles was counting, and he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, "Campost."

The boy's rhythm was disrupted, and he made a mistake all at once. He turned his head angrily, and when he saw Santos and the other two, his face relaxed. He obviously had a good relationship with the latter, and he grabbed Santos' neck and said, "Hey , you still bring your wife out."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my sister!"

Canpost curled his lips and pointed at the convoy, "A lot of cars just passed by, one after another, and it said police station on them. I guess there must be weapons inside. If you can open it and take a look, you will know."

Who knew that his mouth seemed to have been opened? The island was already very windy. As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew over and directly lifted the car behind him. Apparently the rope was not tied up.

It looked like there were rows of shelves on top of that car.

But Santos, who was deeply influenced by war movies, knew immediately what it was.

"BM-13 Rocket Launcher!!" He blurted out in surprise, but quickly covered his mouth and pulled Canpost and Stephanie away.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" Campost asked curiously.

"It's okay, it's okay. If you have nothing to do in the next two days, don't go out." Santos just said that and ran home directly.

Seeing that Stephanie behind her was running slowly, she squatted down and said, "Come on, come on, I'll carry you on my back."

The latter nodded and climbed onto his back.

Although Santos was thin, he was in good physical condition. He ran home directly with Stephanie on his back, and happened to see Valentina cooking.

Stephanie's father, Dexter, was afraid of working on a construction site for nothing.

"What's wrong? Are you so tired from running?" Vallentina asked curiously.

"There's going to be a war!" Santos swallowed.

This made Valentina stupid. Where is the war? Guadalupe Island?

With whom?

Shark?

"I just saw a rocket launcher, just like the one in the movie, sizzling."

Stephanie nodded beside her.

"Maybe it's just an ordinary drill? Don't worry." As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the door being opened again, and Dexter came back with a dusty face.

Stephanie yelled and pounced.

"No, no, it's a little dirty."

"You came back very early today. Have you finished the construction site work?" Vallentina raised her head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was not even five o'clock.

The man smiled and shook his head, "I don't know. Work suddenly stopped at the construction site. The foreman asked us to go home first and take a break from work in the past few days. It's really strange. There is still a lot of work."

Vallentina stopped talking immediately, her expression a bit ugly.

Seeing no response, the man raised his head and looked at her, and found that the other woman's face was ugly, "What's wrong?"

"Dad, brother Santos said there might be a war!"

The man laughed when he heard this, "If you watch less war movies from now on, how can you possibly fight a war?"

"Really, I just saw a lot of rocket launchers heading towards the beach on the road." Santos said hurriedly.

Vallentina frowned, "Does this have something to do with your vacation?"

Dexter was startled and then began to think deeply, "When you went to the market to buy vegetables, did the prices change?"

"It seems there is, but it's a lot more expensive." Vallentina thought for a moment and nodded.

"Maybe there has been a change."

Before something unexpected happens, market fluctuations are extremely accurate.

At this moment, a Hummer police car passed by with a loudspeaker on it, "Martial law will be implemented at night. No one is allowed to go out. Residents are asked to convey this message to each other. If you encounter difficulties, please take shelter on the spot."

This is already obvious.

There's going to be a war!

Vallentina put her nervous hand on Santos' shoulder and squeezed it nervously. The latter raised his head and said, "Mom, don't be afraid, Mr. Victor will win!"

Dexter frowned, "Who are you fighting with?"

The information on Guadalupe Island is lagging behind. After all, it is in the Pacific Ocean. If you don't pay special attention, you would never know that drug traffickers would join forces to "besiege" Victor.

"No matter who it is, Mr. Victor will prevail."

"He is invincible!"

"He will not fail on the island that is his."

Santos shouted, raising his hands.

Dexter glanced at him, a fanatic.

At this time, it was on the beach in the northwest of the island.

This island landing operation is more difficult, but the island can be logged in from all sides, which is also a test of the defensive ability.

Victor is a rather sinister person.

Then lay mines on the beach where it is easier to land!

About 60 M14 mines were buried on an area of ​​less than 300 square meters of beach.

Nima’s…

At this density, Victor was simply inhumane.

Anyway, this thing is cheap, 110 points each, you can make it as you like.

A trench was dug 500 meters behind the beach, with four NSV machine guns standing on it, and four Type 64 120mm mortars 30 meters further.

Putting 30 people in this place should be enough to defend it, right?

The M14 landmine alone can take away a group of people. With such an explosion radius, the sportsmen would have to be broken into eight pieces.

Even if the sports students survived the landmines, what about the machine guns and mortars?

If you carry it through again, Victor deserves to fail.

Casare's scalp felt numb as he watched the EDM policemen laying the mines. He couldn't help but scratch his scalp, "Boss, this... this is a bit cruel."

Victor held a cigarette in his mouth, "Why should I beat up a drug dealer if I don't do it cruelly?"

"Be brutal to drug dealers!"

"If we get over this hurdle this time, Baja California will basically be ours, and the Tijuana drug cartel will have no ability to fight against us."

This is true. According to the news from the informant, Tijuana Benjamin will personally lead people to take revenge.

He must be killed!

The whole family must be reunited when they are together.

"You must also pay attention to the security on the island. Anyone who takes advantage of the fire and robs them will be shot!" Victor's tone was murderous.

Casare was also very nervous. He had not slept well since he learned the news. He was so fat. It is said that drug dealers like to put obese people on steamers so that they can steam out oil.

I shudder just thinking about it.

"Are you scared?" Victor asked suddenly.

Casare looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile, "Nervous. It's impossible to say you're not nervous. Aren't you afraid?"

"Fear?"

Victor smiled and pointed to the landmine in front of him, "If those drug dealers could make me afraid, I would have left Mexico long ago. Do you think it is they who are cruel or me who is cruel?"

This question knocked Casare down.

Because the way Victor treats drug dealers is simply...

"Boss, you call it justice! They call it crime. Can this be the same?"

This flattery needs to be slapped.

Victor glanced at him, "As long as you are more cruel than anyone else, naturally, your fear of them will disappear in an instant."

"I'm going to kill them all!"

"Then hang all the drug dealers in my room of honor!"

"all!"

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