Chapter 281: In the name of Victor, let’s go on a killing spree!
Add another 1 billion dollars, can you give me an LGM-25C ballistic missile?
Victor really wanted to ask this question.
But after thinking about it, he felt that the Americans would say: "Or, launch it to you?"
Do you think anyone dares to sell that thing?
On this planet, there should be only two people who dare to sell it, one is a corrupt panda, and the other is a big brother who is extremely short of money. It is said that when the camel passed by, it directly smashed the big brother into a daze.
Victor is constantly testing the other party's bottom line as much as possible.
"Six A-10 attack aircraft are too few. I hope to be able to give me two squadrons."
This is directly a lion's mouth, biting on Asmiel Ward's ass, his eyes suddenly widened, "Two squadrons?!"
That's 22, damn...
What does Mexico need so many planes for?
He looked at Victor, frowned, and said in a slightly euphemistic way, "Don't worry about the skies of North America. We have enough ability to protect you."
"A little bird living under the wings of its father will never grow up. I hope one day, no, I hope to be in the forefront of the battlefield against Iraq. The Mexican pilots are ready to drive fighter planes into the enemy's chest!"
The meaning is: I call you dad, so just give it to me.
Two squadrons only have 20 fighters... that's all!
At most, the number of Mexican air forces can be directly pulled into the top 30 in the world!
Don't think that the blue planet is so big, and all of them are famous actors.
Most of them are audiences near the grass-roots team.
Can you imagine that there are about more than a hundred countries in the world that don't even have a warship?
Mexico doesn't have a tough guy like Victor, and they don't even have an air force!
Armaments are very important. You can choose not to use them, but you can't do without them.
There are many high-ranking officials in Mexico City who think that there is no need for an air force because they can't afford it. Pilots, maintenance costs, and fuel are all money. It's better to share the money with everyone.
When President Cuauhcmote heard this, he immediately got angry and pointed at the senior official who made the suggestion and asked, "Do you want to test Victor's caliber!"
If you offend the president in Mexico, you may still be able to survive, but offend Victor?
Do you still want to leave?
Everyone can feel his ambition. As the US representative to the United Nations, would Asmiel Ward not know it?
He looked at each other, and Victor also looked at him.
The two men looked at each other...
"Do you want to be the Fidel Castro of Mexico?" Asmiel Ward murmured softly.
Victor's hair on his back suddenly stood up, and his scalp was a little numb.
If it is difficult to say who the United States hates the most in the world, but if they have to choose who they want to die, it must be the Cuban one.
Victor looked at Asmiel Ward, lowered his head, and closed his eyes slightly, "Mexico is too close to the United States, and the border is 3,169 kilometers long. I can swear to God that the United States will always be the dominant country in Mexico!"
This is already very shameless.
If the news gets out, Victor's reputation will at least suffer a big blow.
But, you have to be humble!
When we take down half of Mexico, we can independently produce high-precision weapons according to the instructions of Goldfinger. At that time, if you don't sell them to me, I will produce them myself!
Asmiel Ward is a very pragmatic person and doesn't believe in God, but since the White House has chosen to believe in the other party, there is no need for him to be the bad guy. After thinking about it, he said, "No problem!"
"In addition to this, I also want a C-130 transport plane."
Victor's eyes flashed, and he grinned very honestly.
…
The two people "conspired" in the ward for more than 40 minutes, and Victor's bodyguards and the Americans outside looked at each other.
Could it be that the two big guys fought in there!
Just when Jason Bourne was about to knock on the door, he heard a "squeak"~, and the door was opened, and Asmiel Ward walked out with a tired face.
It was like... a long fight.
And Victor in the ward smacked his lips, looking unsatisfied.
"Slow down, Mr. Asmir."
The other person's feet seemed to be full of wind, afraid that he would be caught if he ran too slowly. Jason Bourne looked at the American strangely, wanting to see how his butt was.
"Jason!"
"I'm here."
He hurried in.
Victor pulled the pillow to make himself more comfortable, and sighed, "It's time to go to war."
"Isn't Mexico always at war?"
"Go to Kuwait!"
"Modify the 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment to set off first. The United States will send people to transport them to the Arifjan Base in Kuwait, and promote Erwin Rommel to Lieutenant Colonel, who will be in charge of the affairs of the Mexican Expeditionary Force!"
Jason Bourne raised his eyebrows. It seems that this Rommel is very much in the eyes of Victor, and it won't be long before he will be promoted to a high position.
This promotion speed is higher than the blood pressure!
Will he be promoted to Brigadier General next year and then Lieutenant General within three years?
Hahaha...unlikely!
"We don't need to prepare weapons and ammunition, the Americans will prepare them. They will also equip the 4th Battalion with 15 M1A1 main battle tanks, and they will cover all the expenses. What we need to do is not to charge into battle, but to wave the flag and shout!"
When the big brother goes out, he always has his younger brothers standing behind him to fight.
During the Cold War, why did those small countries eat so well? That's because the two big guys really gave everything to fight!
Just don't change your mind.
"This is just the first batch. I promised the Americans to send at least 10,000 troops. Let Kennedy put some new soldiers in appropriately and let them see blood."
Ten thousand people!
Either don't do it, or lick it hard. Anyway, they have declared war on Iraq and are still carrying out terrorist attacks in Sonora. If it weren't for the reliable subordinates, there would be abuse everywhere now.
Victor is very narrow-minded.
Jason Bourne nodded, and when he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. He turned his head and saw an entourage walking in.
"Sir! Something happened in Mexico."
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Chiapas. The famous Santo Domingo Church!
Gustavo, wearing a long robe with a stand-up collar and a beard, holding an AK47 in his hand, speaking authentic Spanish, shouted to the thousands of people in front of him through the microphone.
Brothers and sisters from Asia, Africa, Oceania, Europe, and America:
Welcome to the mountains of southeastern Mexico.
Let us introduce ourselves: we are the Zapatista National Theological Army.
For ten years, we have lived in the mountains, brewing a war. In the mountains, we have built an army.
Below the mountains, in the cities and farms, we do not exist. There, our lives are inferior to machines or livestock, we are like gravel on the road, weeds on the roadside. We were speechless, we were faceless, we were nameless, we had no future, we were nothing.
…
The mountains tell us to pick up guns, so that we will make a sound.
The mountains tell us to cover our faces, so that we will have a face.
The mountains tell us to forget our names, so that we will be named.
The mountains tell us to keep our past, so that we will have a future! !
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Gustavo raised his hand and shouted passionately, "We want freedom! Democracy! Faith! And justice!!"
"Long live!" Most of the believers below were Indians. They were also the lowest class in impoverished Mexico. When they heard this inspiring "liberation theology", they were immediately excited and cheered with their hands raised.
"Go! Go liberate Chiapas! Go liberate Mexico!" Gustavo shouted heartbreakingly.
Chiapas is basically composed of large ranches, coffee plantations, and small pieces of family land. The land is distributed unequally and land reform has not been truly implemented. The indigenous people are very poor, and the areas where they live are short of arable land - the soil in the forested lowlands is barren, and the plateau areas are prone to soil erosion. For many years, the leaders of the indigenous communities have spoken out in resistance, but have been murdered.
The government doesn't care, and the world doesn't love!
But God spread his "extreme violence" over here. Since we are poor, we should fight!
The liberation theology that has been shining in Latin America began to launch an armed resistance in Mexico!
September 19, 1990
200 Zapatista National Theological Army rushed into the northern city of "Juchitan" and killed the mayor, shot the local military and political chief, and announced an uprising!
September 20!
More than 3,000 insurgents attacked the capital Tuxtla-Gutierrez!
The governor of Chiapas was killed!
The local public security was chaotic, and many bandits took advantage of the chaos to commit crimes, causing more than 4,000 deaths, half of whom were non-Mexicans, shocking the world!
On September 22, the 78th Mexican Division stationed in the west was defeated, 21 division-level cadres were killed in battle, and the remaining soldiers were forced to occupy the entire Chiapas state!
On September 23, Warrick, the former senior leader of the Sinaloa Group and Guzman's nephew, announced an uprising in Chihuahua State, and made a televised speech, demanding the overthrow of the corrupt and dictatorial Mexican government!
On September 28, Juarez and the Gulf Group jointly announced that they would break away from Mexico's actual control, and called on countries around the world to give support to help the people truly stand up.
They even called Victor and Cuauhcmote: dirty and mean thieves of the country!
Seeing someone taking the lead, all kinds of demons, ghosts, and ambitious people rose up
Some villages even had only dozens of people, who dared to hijack trains with weapons and extort merchants on the way, just like a group of robbers.
Chaos!
Chaos!
Chaos!!
In the king's palace, the footsteps were a bit flustered and anxious.
Many staff members were absent-minded.
Mexico City is in the south, but the rebels in the following states are rampant, and they are about to rush in and kill these "nobles".
Cuauhcmote, who was in the office, certainly knew that his subordinates were very nervous, but he was in no mood to comfort them, and he was almost scared.
"Major General Manuel Guar, the commander of the 6th Division of Oaxaca State, attacked and killed the local governor, robbed foreign merchants, and expanded the source of troops!" "New recruit" Guan Carlos said calmly beside him.
He kept looking at the President, and Cuauhcmote's face was pale.
No wonder he was like this. This was the seventh military commander who did this in just half a month. What was he doing? Were they all going to rebel?
200,000 Mexican soldiers had already become private soldiers of some people.
Ridiculous...
Still expecting them to fight against drugs?
They are just waiting to stab you in the back.
"What should I do! What should I do!" Cuauhcmote was a little panicked.
He was really frustrated when he was the president. There were so many drug dealers inside him that he finally became a strong man. However, he turned out to be unruly and unruly. He didn't care about morals and etiquette at all. He didn't care who you were, as long as he was related to drug dealers. killed!
It made people angry and resentful.
Kwaukmot also advised Victor to kill less, but the latter's answer was: "Not killing is not enough to satisfy my hatred!"
There are also people who want to pay to get rid of the problem, but when they see how rich the other person is, they just treat him like a pig and kill him.
In addition to Victor, the situation in southern Mexico is also unstable. Unexpectedly, the rebels have risen now.
Will he be like Louis XVI?
Just open it?
Giancarlos looked at him with calm eyes. He had been with Cuauquemot for so long that he knew that the other person was actually "mediocre" and had no special abilities at all. If it weren't for the governor's help, his position would not be stable at all.
But the main focus is to be "obedient".
Those who obey will have food to eat.
"Move the capital." Giancarlos said, and Quaukmot looked at him with wide eyes.
"The governor has a hundred thousand soldiers, the people love him, the political situation is stable, and Mexico is in the north!"
"Victor has 100,000 soldiers, so we can send troops south to suppress them all." Quaukmot's eyes were red, but he looked like a gambler.
Giancarlos looked at him with complicated eyes, took a deep breath, and said meaningfully, "If there are no bandits in Mexico, it will be really dangerous."
He is no longer the little policeman who "served his life on the edge of the sword" at that time. Following Kwaukemot, his political literacy has improved rapidly. Likewise, he also knows how to use his own brain.
It seems to make sense.
Mr. Governor, of course, with so many soldiers, they could run rampant without restraint, which would probably cost more people, but why didn't they do this?
Is it really about playing it safe?
Perhaps, it is also to support the bandit's self-respect!
If all the Mexican drug dealers are gone, according to the governor's ambition, Victor's guns will only be able to face a few small countries in Central America. They will definitely have to turn against the United States by then, but before that time comes, there are insufficient armaments and insufficient soldiers. !
Don't you think that when Mexico is in complete chaos and the people are in despair, the sudden appearance of a macho man is simply a "ray of hope".
Victor... is very sinister.
Maybe, he is waiting for chaos to really arise in Mexico, and then when all the bullshit families and classes in the country are in a mess, he is jumping out. Who in the country will dare to speak out against it?
Quaukmot's eyes were blank, a little unclear.
Giancarlos sighed secretly and straightened his body, "Chaos can create new order. Sir, move the capital. Tijuana is more suitable than Mexico City."
"I...I'll think about it, I'll think about it."
Quaukmot murmured to himself, not daring to make a decision.
Giancarlos did not urge him and just left on his own. When he walked out of the King's Palace, the sky gradually became gloomier. He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds.
"got windy."
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The southern states are in chaos.
As a legitimate northern government, of course we must express ourselves!
"Anyone who dares to provoke, threaten, intimidate and undermine Mexico's security is seeking death!"
"My Northern Governor's Office will never agree!"
"Order the Chiapas rebels to put down their arms and ask other armed forces to surrender on the spot!"
"Otherwise, in the name of Victor! Let's go on a killing spree!"
The press secretary of the Governor's Palace issued the final announcement calmly and extremely.
But it is obvious that the other party will not listen. Are you kidding me? Surrender when you say surrender. Do you think our liberation theology is the theology of surrender?
impossible!
At 3 o'clock in the morning on September 29, 1990!
A formation of 20 Mustang P-51s took off directly, flew over Chiapas under the night sky, and bombed the Theological Army's base camp.
The screams of explosions resounded across the sky.
Suddenly the flames burned through the entire sky.
"Ahhhh!!!" The angry Indian man below raised his gun and fired at the sky. His eyes were red and swollen.
But how can a bullet hit a plane?
call! ~
With a roar, a bomb fell from the sky and exploded not far away. The huge explosion knocked him over. He lay on the ground, breathing heavily, with blood oozing from his nostrils and ears.
His eyes were a little confused.
Reach out...
He saw his parents who were starved to death and his brothers who were squeezed to death by the Mexican government. He opened his mouth and said, "Mom..."
What's wrong with him, he just wants to live.
What it’s like to live in Chiapas!
How the Indians live!
He also wanted a swing hanging by the door.
The sky is blue, and there are paper cranes outside the window...
"Alive..."
"I want to live!"
The Indian man's hand finally fell heavily to the ground, and he closed his eyes.
The panicked companions stepped on his body and ran away in terror, roaring and screaming...
Manfred von Richthofen, who had returned to his post, looked down at the flames rising side by side with the rising morning glow in the sky.
He took out his camera and took a picture.
"So beautiful." He murmured.
It would be so damn good if there was no war!
However, this was not what Manfred von Richthofen had to consider.
In the name of Victor, let's go on a killing spree!
"Two unknown aircraft were spotted approaching from the east. Manfred and Ernst, go and deal with them." The formation commander's order came through the headset.
He pulled the operating lever and said, "Got it!"
The two P-51s broke away from the formation and flew east in the opposite direction. After flying for about three minutes, they finally saw the "visitor".
"The Guatemalan Air Force." Companion Ernst Udet had already spotted his opponent with sharp eyes. "They like to tattoo chrysanthemums on their fuselages."
This complaint is simply fatal.
But actually it's not a chrysanthemum, it's just an Air Force emblem.
Manfred von Richthofen also saw clearly that they were two A-37 attack aircraft nicknamed "Dragonfly".
It is a ground attack type developed based on the T-37.
Many countries in Latin America are still using it.
It can be regarded as a representative of getting older and stronger.
But the Guatemalan Air Force flies into the skies of Mexico?
"Kill them!" Manfred von Richthofen was very decisive, informed?
Notice what!
All those flying over Mexico, except American fighter jets, will be shot down!
At a distance of more than 300 meters, the P-51 machine gun fired directly!
Two "lights" were drawn in the sky, which were particularly bright.
The other party did not expect that he would take the initiative to open fire. He was so frightened that the fuselage of the plane swayed to death. The bullets penetrated into the cabin and directly nailed the other party to the seat. His chest was blown open. The person in the back seat was lucky, but also not good…
Unable to bear the feeling of weightlessness, the plane spun and fell downwards.
boom!
Fall to the ground and explode!
The metal flew in the sky for a while, then fell to the ground, still emitting black smoke.
The pilot on the other A-37 attack plane was shocked when he saw this. He wanted to run away, but of course it was impossible for the plane to turn around temporarily. In the blink of an eye, the distance from the P-51 was shortened.
Fire in panic!
Ernst Udet made a perfect roll and dodged the shot, while Manfred von Richthofen went around behind him and fired with one click, puff puff puff...
Half of the wing was broken off.
"Skydive! Skydive! Skydive!!!" the Guatemalan pilot in the plane shouted heartbreakingly, and ejected with a pull, phew!
The two people flew out directly.
Before I could be happy, I saw P-51 approaching.
"No, no, no! Surrender!" The two waved their hands in horror, shouting desperately.
Chug tug tug…
The machine gun fired directly, and the people were beaten into pieces and disintegrated in mid-air!
Who said you can't hit pilots?
Victor has no rules.
It’s not written down in the Geneva Convention, it’s just a hidden rule that is generally recognized by everyone.
P-51 shot down A-37?
American weapons civil war?
However, it is obvious that in terms of pilot technology, the Northern Alliance is superior.
Manfred von Richthofen and the two walked away.
Hidden merit and fame!
The sun slowly climbs up in the sky, and many people cannot see the new day.
The leader of the Zapatista National Theological Army, Gustavo looked at the base camp that was burned to ashes in front of him, his eyes turned red, and the surviving believers behind him were also crying. Many of their family members died in this air raid.
"If we want to resist, we must make sacrifices! We advocate welcoming them with open arms. The road to heaven is full of flowers. Everyone, we don't have to be sad. Please stand up. Please believe that God loves the world and will not abandon us!"
Gustavo looked compassionate.
This guy is actually not a Mexican, but a Peruvian. He is a follower of Peruvian liberation theology leader and Catholic priest Gutierrez, and a practitioner of "fairness, justice and justice."
Of course this is what they claim.
Latin America is really awesome. To make a revolution, you have to involve God and choose MKSism as the chief adviser. This thing itself is very imaginative.
It is said that during the meeting, there were "three divine outfits", a copy of "MKS Doctrine", a "Bible", and a submachine gun.
Either you believe in Jesus with me, or I send you to see his old man, you decide.
"If Jesus were alive today, he would be a guerrilla"!
Before Gustavo came to Mexico, he actually participated in the Nicaraguan Revolution in 1979.
The Somoza family, the rulers of Nicaragua at that time, used their political and economic power to plunder and plunder, and they were willing to be the dogs of the United States.
When a major earthquake struck Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, in December 1972, the Somoza family and their gang, despite the tragic death and injury of 30,000 people and 250,000 homeless people, actually misappropriated a large amount of foreign aid for disaster relief funds. have.
In 1979, the Sandinista National Liberation Front uprising, and a large number of liberation theology believers and priests joined the fight. In the end, the Sandinista National Liberation Front successfully established a people's republic and defeated the American interventionist forces.
Although the Sandinista National Liberation Front failed in the later elections and an independent came to power, this relatively successful revolution greatly inspired the Latin American people.
However, this caused dissatisfaction among many people. The Holy See of the Holy See issued a decree condemning some views of liberation theology; and the following year, it ordered the Brazilian liberation theologian Boff to remain silent.
This was a fatal blow to liberation theology. Many clergy were forced to resign and leave, and it was difficult for them to preach again without their jobs.
As a result, a lot of nastiness arose here.
Some people intend to use liberation theology for personal gain, while others truly want to liberate the world!
Maybe Victor would approve of their behavior, but that doesn't mean he would allow them to do it on their territory.
Gustavo knelt on one knee, and the believers behind him did the same, singing slowly, accompanied by crying, and finally resounding through the sky.
He stood up and said to his companion next to him, "Maybe we need help from the outside world."
Believers in Jesus also need to eat!
"Victor will definitely go to hell!" The companion cursed viciously.
Gustavo did not answer. He looked into the distance, squinting his eyes, feeling the heat in the air, "The wind is blowing."
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The familiar park in the small town of Los Mochis in Sinaloa.
Rommel looked quietly at the open space in front of him, the flowers in his hand swaying, his eyes a little depressed.
"Are you looking for Lucy, sir?" A questioning voice came from behind him, and he turned his head and saw an old woman looking at him.
"Do you know him? Old man."
"Lucy doesn't sell oranges anymore. She's a teacher now. She's an elementary school teacher at Victor Elementary School in the town."
Rommel thanked him and took the flowers to get on an off-road vehicle next to him. The radio was playing: "The Northern Air Force raided the rebel camp in Chiapas at dawn, killing more than 600 people and severely hitting the arrogance of the rebels!"
"The Northern Governor's Office warns again to lay down your weapons and be lenient!"
Pah~
Rommel lit a cigarette for himself, and the guard driving the car smacked his lips, "In the name of Victor, they're killing people. Hehe, I'm afraid those Indians won't have a good life."
"If it were me, we'd just go ahead and take down Chihuahua first, connect a few states, and then go south together. In two years, no, within a year, we can liberate the whole of Mexico." The guard's eyes lit up.
Rommel glanced at him, "What about after liberation?"
"General Victor will ascend the throne and become emperor!"
Look, even the people below know Victor's ambition, it's simply known to everyone.
It is said that the rats on the roadside are holding a meeting, preparing to prepare a big gift for Victor when he wears the yellow robe.
Rommel frowned and said nothing.
Become emperor?
Is it really good?
This world does not need such a system.
However, no matter what Victor does, he will follow, who told him that he was promoted by him?
People must have conscience.
Just as the SUV drove to the school gate, the phone on the back seat rang, and the guard frowned, "It seems that your courtship trip has failed, sir."
Rommel took the phone, answered it, listened to the words on the other end, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, I'll be back soon!"
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the flowers in his hand, hesitated, and then got out of the car. The security guard at the gate was curious to see the strange military vehicle coming out, and saw a lieutenant colonel coming over and handing him the flowers.
? ? ? ?
I don't like men!
The security guard's expression froze, looking at the other party, he looked quite handsome.
"Give these flowers and letters to teacher Lucy Maureen, thank you."
Rommel got into the car without any hesitation. The security guard was stunned and watched the SUV leave, muttering, "Lucy Maureen?"
"Take a look, I'm going to deliver something." He said to his companion and ran into the school. He knew this teacher Lucy, a very cute new teacher, who was smiling at everyone she saw.
He ran to the office in one breath, looked around and saw no one, so he went to the classroom.
The other party was in class, the security guard knocked on the door, and everyone looked over, which made him blush, "Teacher Lucy, there is a man at the door who asked me to give this to you. By the way, he is an officer."
Lucy Maureen's eyes lit up, "Where is he?"
"Gone."
She was disappointed, but still thanked him.
"Teacher, is this from your boyfriend?" A male student below asked loudly.
Lucy Maureen blushed, "No... No, just a friend."
"Can we see the letter?"
"Yes, it must be a love letter!"
"Teacher, teacher, let us see it."
As soon as Lucy Maureen hesitated, a female classmate stood up and snatched it away, smiling and saying, "Teacher, let me read it."
She got along well with her classmates and was not arrogant, so many people were not afraid of her. She thought about it and nodded.
When the female classmate saw that the teacher agreed, she opened the letter, stood on the table, coughed, and signaled everyone to be quiet.
"Dear Lucy..."
At the beginning, the students below exclaimed "Wow", and everyone looked at Lucy Maureen.
"When you read this letter, I have already joined the war to defend the dignity of the country and the nation, crawling in the trenches of Sinaloa. I am really lucky to miss you beside these dilapidated front-line streets. Time is really like that clear stream, flowing to the distance and never coming back..."
"As a soldier, I don't know when I will die, but even if I die tomorrow, I love you."
"If I die, please don't be sad for me. Wait until the day we win, you go to the back mountain, stand on the top of the mountain, if the mountain wind blows towards you, that means I come to see you."
This sudden depression made everyone's heart skip a beat.
"In every battlefield day and night, your affectionate eyes respond to my once pale youth. I will return your most beloved smile and tenderness that no wind and waves can strip away. After the war, I will build a small castle on the loess land, let the two of us snuggle together by the fire, and listen to the sound of the cuckoo bird - Erwin Rommel on September 29, 1990."
The classroom was quiet.
Lucy Maureen covered her mouth and couldn't help crying.
A soldier seemed to appear in front of the students. He looked at the country in front of him, then looked at his lover behind him, and resolutely rushed to the battlefield.
The sky...
seemed to be his reflection!
Hi!
Victor!
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