Chapter 282: Hobby of farming, good at fighting.

Chapter 282: Hobby of farming, good at fighting.

Rommel arrived at the combat command center in Tijuana by helicopter. After the Mi-8 came to a stop on the "H" apron on the roof of the building, he jumped out.

A staff member carrying a captain came over and was a little dizzy from the propeller. He smiled and stretched out his hand, "Lieutenant Colonel Rommel!"

The other party was startled, looked at his brochure, and frowned.

"There is no doubt that General Victor has officially promoted you to the rank of lieutenant colonel. You are still serving as the commander of the 4th Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, and there is a new task for you. I will take you to see General Kennedy. He has new instructions for you. you."

Rommel nodded and glanced at the name on the left side of the opponent: Erich Manstein. I had never heard of it, but if he could be sent here, he must not be an unknown person.

In fact, Manstein was a lieutenant before the "Culiacan War". After the war, Kennedy gave him a third-class merit and was directly promoted to captain.

The two walked down from the top of the building, followed the elevator to the 8th floor, and saw the bust of Victor hanging in the corridor.

As an aside, in order to create a persona for the general, Propaganda Minister Goebbels took two types of busts. One is of a five-star general, the marshal-in-chief of the Governor's Palace, wearing the "Aztec Cross", which is unique. One of them symbolizes absolute power!

This half-length painting hangs among the troops.

The second type is dressed simply and has a solemn expression, looking like a compassionate scholar. This painting is mainly hung in schools, streets and enterprises and institutions.

You are running a company in Mexico and you don’t want to hang Victor’s bust. You don’t want to hang out anymore?

Goebbels was trying to add weight to the leadership.

Although this thing is useless, over time, some people will be brainwashed.

Extreme personality cult!

"Wait a minute~" Rommel shouted, and Erich Manstein turned around and saw him arranging his clothes in front of the "mirror" next to him, making the collar and hems meticulous.

"A very elegant noble gentleman!"

This description flashed in Erich Manstein's mind.

"Okay, let's go in." Rommel said to him. Manstein nodded with a smile, knocked on the door, and a thick voice came from inside, "Please come in."

When the two walked in, they saw the splendid decoration inside. The floor was covered with Persian carpets worth tens of thousands of dollars, and there were thousands of dollars of red wine on the walls. The ashtrays on the table were embroidered with gold.

It can be said that he is a rich man.

no way…

Drug dealers are too luxurious, these are all confiscated from drug dealers.

Behind the desk, sat four-star general Kennedy Heisenberg, dressed in military uniform, with a Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Diamonds, Double Swords, Golden Oak Leaves hanging on his collar!

In Spanish it says: Loyalty! (Loyalty!)

Victor promulgated relevant decrees through the Military Council in August, establishing the Knight's Cross of Iron Cross, the Knight's Cross of Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, the Knight's Cross of Iron Cross with Oak Leaves with Double Swords, the Knight's Cross of Iron Cross with Double Swords with Diamonds, the Knight's Cross of Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves and the Double Swords with Diamonds. There are five types of Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves.

Use it to raise money!

The top Knight's Cross of Iron Cross with Diamonds, Double Swords, Golden Oak Leaves is planned to be awarded to a total of 12 people, which is used as a metaphor for Jesus' "Twelve Apostles!"

The first one belongs to Kennedy Heisenberg, and it is also the only one currently issued.

The meaning is not simple.

Let's put it this way, if Victor collapses in the future, it would be a luxury for Kennedy Heisenberg to be hanged.

Snap!

Rommel and Manstein saluted together, "Sir!"

Kennedy Heisenberg smiled and raised his hand, gesturing for the two of them to sit down, "How are you doing in the 4th Battalion?"

"Very well, sir!"

"Well, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me. The general and I both believe in your talents."

Although Rommel was very excited, his character was calm and he nodded calmly.

Kennedy Heisenberg admired the other party's character, and after accumulating some experience, he could become a senior military officer, and then he could be completely independent.

"General, there is a new task for you." He said and took out the appointment letter on the table. Rommel took it with both hands and listened to the other party continue, "Order your troops to arrive in Vanden, California before October 7th." Fort Air Force Base, heading to Kuwait for overseas missions!”

"This is the first time that the Governor's Palace has made an overseas appearance. Victor believes in you, the people believe in you, and the organization also believes in you."

Hey, when you say that, Rommel's blood boiled. He raised his head and looked at General Kennedy Heisenberg's earnest eyes. He straightened his chest and said, "Promise to complete the mission!"

Seeing his expression, Kennedy Heisenberg suddenly swallowed the words in his mouth. What he actually wanted to say was, don't rush so fast, just follow the Yankees.

We are waving the flag and shouting, don't increase casualties.

But saying this was a bit demoralizing. He could only pat Rommel on the shoulder and point to Erich Manstein who was staying next to him. "The combat command decided to let Manstein serve as the 4th Battalion." Staff officer and commander of the 2nd company, I hope you will cooperate well. "

"Yes, sir!" Both of them said solemnly.

The 4th Battalion is simply a strong force. The battalion commander: Erwin Rommel, the deputy battalion commander: Major Fedor von Bock, and the staff officer: Erich Manstein.

It’s decided, attack Iraq!

When he came out of Kennedy's office, standing at the door, Rommel stretched out his hand and said, "Welcome, Captain Manstein."

"For honor! I believe that when we come back, there will be a cross on the collar. At the military conference at the end of the year, the 4th Battalion will be the most tenacious unit!"

Manstein made no secret of his ambitions, which completely confused Rommel. He half-opened his mouth and nodded, "Please come and take office as soon as possible and let the soldiers get to know you."

"Okay, battalion commander."

At this time, Kennedy in the office was frowning and focusing on other things, such as...

Command the frontline troops to recapture the entire Sinaloa!

He picked up the phone on the table and called the front line, "I order, run and bomb Mazatlan!"

…

"Bazooka in position!"

"Target Zhu Yuan aims!"

"preparation!"

shouted a lieutenant, waving a flag.

The five RM70 122mm rocket launchers beside him slightly raised their launch nests. As the flag was waved down, the "honeycomb" inside spurted out.

This thing is nicknamed: battlefield cleaning machine, and some NATO countries are willing to call it a vampire. The T90 is basically addictive in one shot.

Your head will be blown off.

Compared with the Katyusha, this thing can fire 40 rounds at a time.

15 RM70 122mm rocket launchers can fire 600 rounds of explosive and anti-personnel rockets at one time!

What a concept.

When your mother holds your ashes, she has to talk about why you lost so much weight.

This RM70 122mm rocket launcher has become the ground fire support for the anti-drug forces with its strong mobility.

The sharp roar rushed into the port city of Mazatlan, representing the northern governor's palace launching a war of reconquest against the entire Sinaloa!

Cannon fodder washes the ground!

There will be 5 rounds first, 3,000 rounds of artillery shells will explode and the whole city will be shaken.

Sir, the pattern of war has changed!

"Run! Run!" The legs of the remaining Sinaloa drug dealer, who had been frightened for a long time, were shaking. The huge explosion shook him and he sat on the ground, his whole body going weak.

Looking at his companions running past him, he stretched out his hand in despair, "Take me with you, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die yet! My mother is still waiting for me to come home!"

The two drug dealers nearby ignored them and just ran out in panic. A cannonball rushed into the small building on the side. The explosion directly blew up half of the missing corner, and the rubble fell down. A piece of at least Thousands of kilograms of stones directly crushed the two people.

The upper body was bruised and bloody!

His lower body and legs were still shaking vigorously.

Blood mixed with unknown objects seeped out from under the stone.

"Ahhhhh!!!" the frightened drug dealer screamed, the smell of urine rose into the sky, and the faucet was uncontrollable.

The battlefield itself is cruel!

Looking at him like this, even if he survives, he will become mentally ill in the end.

Mazatlan is said to be a port city, but in fact the main city is not big. It mainly has many docks. It is the largest port and tourist resort on the Pacific coast of western Mexico. It is located on the peninsula of Olas Altas Bay in the southwest of Sinaloa.

It is protected by two breakwaters, 1,011 nautical miles from the Port of Los Angeles to the north, 297 nautical miles from the Port of Massanillo to the south, and 870 nautical miles from the Port of Salina Cruz.

This place is a battleground for military strategists.

If Victor puts a few medium-range missiles here, tsk tsk tsk... I am the American father!

Ahem, of course just think about it.

During the siege of Mazatlan, it was already publicized, asking civilians and foreigners to evacuate quickly. Victor's weapons are not accurate, and there is no guarantee when he will kill you.

This is also one of the points that has caused him controversy internationally.

He will not give up the attack just because of your nationality. Many countries have sent diplomatic letters, hoping that Victor can relax his firepower a little, but he has rejected them all.

"Don't run around if you have nothing to do. What are you running around for? You don't know it's dangerous outside."

However, the local government will also set up "green safe zones" for humanitarian reasons. These can be found in any hotspot area, and most of them are actually stationed by United Nations soldiers.

But there are no UN soldiers in Mexico, so it all depends on self-consciousness.

Some local street residents and foreigners spontaneously took up arms to resist.

The safe zone in Mazatlan is set in Chinatown.

It is about 600 meters long, with some shops on both sides, and you can see many familiar signs.

There is a vegetarian restaurant with "Shaolin Vegetarian Rice" hanging on it.

A middle-aged man in short-sleeves ate a large portion of vegetarian food. He ate the food with gusto, which seemed to have no oil at all.

"Uncle Huan, Uncle Huan!"

A young man of 18 or 19 years old ran in in a panic, his face covered with sweat and panting, "The fight... the fight has started, the northerners have hit Matsalan!"

"I'm not deaf, of course I can hear such a loud sound." The man named Uncle Huan raised his head, with triangular eyes. The fortune teller even said "fuck" after looking at it.

Typical ruthless face.

Let’s put it this way, when Jesus came and asked him to count, he had to say: Amitabha.

"No, we saw many drug dealers running towards our safe area. I'm afraid they..."

The middle-aged man frowned and paused with his chopsticks, "Where's Brother Ju?"

"He's already greeting people, right at the door of Ji's Roast Meat."

"Walk!"

The man put down his chopsticks, still chewing, and his feet were flying. The young man behind him hurried to catch up.

When they trotted to the door of Ji's Roasted Meat, they saw a group of people surrounding him in three layers. When they saw him, they all called out, "Brother Huan."

The voice had a Minnan and Cantonese accent.

"Brothers, if those bastard drug dealers rush in, everyone's life and property will be ruined, so I decided to beat them to death outside. Is there anyone who wants to fight with me, Chen Huju!" A short and strong man inside said loudly.

The people next to him looked at each other.

"Count me in, Ye Jihuan." The middle-aged man squeezed in and raised his hand.

The short and strong man saw him, his face lit up, and nodded, "Who else?"

"Me, me, me!" The young man next to him also raised his hand, very anxious.

"Aqiang, you haven't even grown all your hair yet, go home."

The young man's face suddenly turned red, "Brother Ju, you can't underestimate me. I, Zhang Ziqiang, am not a real man, but I am not a coward. If the drug dealers want to kill me, we will definitely kill them! Isn't it just death? I will be a hero again in 18 years."

He didn't even consider whether this place belongs to the underworld.

The Black and White Impermanence must apply for a visa to come here.

Chen Huju looked at him, "Good! You have the guts, Adong, bring all the stuff up."

A henchman standing next to him responded and called a few people to carry out two large boxes from the barbecue shop behind him.

Pry it open with a crowbar!

There are assault rifles inside.

"Type 56!" Ye Jihan opened his eyes, reached out and took out a gun, pulled the bolt with his backhand, listened to the voice inside, and raised his eyebrows, "Second-hand goods? Brother Ju, where did you get these?"

"This stuff is good!"

Chen Huju laughed, "Isn't it easy to get a gun? How is it? We brothers have served in the army. We can't say that we are experienced in the monkeys in the 1980s, but we can say that we are mediocre. I don't believe that with these old comrades, we can't kill those drug dealers!"

The Chinatown in Matsalan was actually established relatively late, in the early 1980s, and gradually formed a street.

"Come more people, if you are not active in protecting your homeland, and you are robbed by drug dealers, don't blame me if you cry." Chen Huju shouted loudly.

The people around looked at it, and soon more than a dozen or twenty people raised their hands.

It is said that those who came out in the 1980s were "daring", and there were still some restless factors in their bones. Most of them came to "get rich", otherwise why would there be people in the Amazon jungle?

If you don't let me make money, fuck me!

"Come on, hand out the guns, the old, weak, women and children, hide inside, men go up to fight, be careful, Ah Huan, there is a Type 56 light machine gun here, you take people to occupy the commanding heights, if those drug dealers dare to come over, kill them immediately." Chen Huju ordered.

"Okay, you guys follow me." Ye Jihan pointed at a few people and said, took the walkie-talkie, ran up to the tallest building, a roast duck restaurant, occupied a corner, and looked down at the distance.

The boiling smoke of the bomb, even Ye Jihan, who had been baptized by war, sighed twice, "The Mexicans' firepower is really strong, they are simply going to blow up Matsalan..."

"Brother Huan, we are also Mexicans now." Zhang Ziqiang next to him said with a smile.

They changed their nationality when they came out.

It's more convenient outside.

The most important thing is that if they don't make money, they plan to die outside.

"Zizizi~ Ah Huan, do you see anyone?" Chen Huju's voice came from the intercom. Ye Jihan looked at the distance, "Here they are, about 200 meters away, about 30 people, no heavy weapons, holding AKs."

"Find the right opportunity and shoot first, it's better to strike first."

"Understood."

Ye Jihan responded, put the intercom on the ground, blew his nose, wiped it on his clothes, picked up the Type 56 light machine gun, put it on the half-high wall, and signaled everyone to squat.

When he got the gun in his hand, he felt as if he had merged with the gun. He slept with it in the cat ear cave for longer than sleeping with a woman. His finger was on the trigger, and his breathing was steady.

When he saw the drug dealers pouring in through the archway, Ye Jihan pulled the trigger as soon as his left foot stepped in.

Bang...bang...bang!

Old gunmen would not use sweeping fire, but point shooting, which has a higher hit rate.

The drug dealer who was walking in the front was shot dead directly, one shot in the head and one in the chest. The sound of the gunshot was like an order. The others who had been lying in ambush jumped up and shot at the people below.

This Chinatown was narrow to begin with, and could only accommodate four or five people walking side by side. You guys rushed in, and there was no place to hide. In order to prevent drug dealers from entering the shops, the nearby doors were locked.

The drug dealers were forced to fight.

The bullets flew over their heads.

Ye Jihan didn't even blink, "Magazine!" He calculated the number of bullets in his mind and thought it was about enough. He shouted to Zhang Ziqiang beside him. The latter hurriedly bent down to take the stacked magazine, but the bullet happened to hit the steel bar of the wall in front of him, which scared him so much that his scalp went numb.

"Here."

Ye Jihan took it, knocked it, and the empty magazine fell to the ground, and the new one was stuck, and then loaded.

See, this is a veteran.

The 30 or so drug dealers were wiped out in one fell swoop, and none of the residents in Chinatown were injured or killed. It turns out that the people there are tough and have a strong fighting spirit.

They like farming and are good at fighting.

Let’s put it this way, the Minnan people abroad are very united. If they have an idea, they can completely overthrow an overseas regime. After all, guns are really cheap.

It’s just that they love peace.

But if someone bullies their own head... hehehe.

Buzz buzz buzz~

Just as Ye Jihan and others were groping to get close to the corpse, a sound came from the sky. They looked up and saw 8 Mi-8s flying low into Matsalan in the distance.

Shooting at the bottom.

And the ground troops began to enter the city.

Zhang Ziqiang subconsciously raised the muzzle of the gun, and Ye Jihan next to him was so scared that he hurriedly held him down, "What are you doing!"

"Shoot him down."

"Damn, that's the Mexican Northern Army, the Northern Army! Didn't you see the sign on it?"

If you shoot it down, everyone here will be buried with him.

Zhang Ziqiang laughed awkwardly.

At this time, the observer of the Mi-8 in the air actually discovered the scene below and reported what happened here.

"Do you want to go down and take a look?" asked the pilot.

"Just leave it to the ground troops." The observer said, "Isn't the air conditioning uncomfortable?"

Ye Jihan and others watched the armed helicopter leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quick! Hide the weapons and pile up the bodies. Also, don't shoot randomly. Don't show your head!" Chen Huju ran out and said to everyone.

"We are good citizens!"

"Understood!"

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