Chapter 297 May Victor bless you and have a safe journey.
"Mr. Governor, you are destroying! Destroying our history!" An indignant and dissatisfied roar was heard, and even a lot of the dust on the roof was shaken off.
A middle-aged man with glasses and sparse hair raised his fist and shook it in front of Victor!
The students behind him were terrified and their faces turned pale.
Who would have thought that this gentle professor who had been gentle all his life would actually go against a governor.
It's over, it's over...
I'm going to die, I'm going to die!
The students were terrified.
"But if we don't start a war, what history do we have? Sir, have you ever thought that if there is no war on drugs, decades, hundreds of years, thousands of years later, the world's history will only have one sentence to summarize Mexico: This country is rich in drugs!" Victor frowned and said in a deep voice.
The professor looked embarrassed, "The battlefield can be placed somewhere else, not necessarily in the protected area."
"War never chooses the time and place of its launch, but don't worry, I will let my soldiers try not to focus the battlefield on the protected area."
"Okay, I will try to keep the battlefield away from the Paquim Archaeological Zone, Captain of the Guards, see you off."
Joseph Joffre, who was beside him, held the professor's shoulder and raised his eyebrows, "Sir, let's go."
The professor wanted to speak, but he was driven away from left and right!
The bottom of his feet was hanging in the air.
The student hurriedly bowed respectfully to Victor and ran to catch up with his teacher.
Victor could have refused to meet this professor, but the other party was a professor of humanities at the National Autonomous University of Mexico, and his teacher was Samuel Ramos, a famous Mexican thinker.
And this Samuel had a close relationship with Estrada (former Mexican Foreign Minister in the 1930s), who was also a professor at the National Autonomous University of Mexico.
So...
It was natural to form a kind of personal connection, and this university was indeed awesome. After graduating, at least you can serve as an official in many places.
This is called: academic cliques!
These people have a great influence in politics, business, sports and so on.
This is of course not unique, but an "elite model" that exists all over the world. For example, in the largest companies in South Korea, 70% of the people who can serve as presidents are graduates of "sky", and 80% of civil servants in the judiciary are from "sky".
"Sky" is the English abbreviation of three top universities abroad, namely Seoul National University, Korea University and Yonsei University.
Study hard in Korea: you can really change your fate!
However, this group of traditional Mexican elites are more "talkative" about Victor's rule and like to criticize his outline.
Victor doesn't indulge them either. Does Mexico still need a university from you?
Academic cliques, are there any TMD warlords who are awesome?
"General, are we really moving this battlefield away?" Kennedy and others have been listening beside him. After the other party left, he couldn't help but ask.
If we move it, the workload will be huge…
Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others nearby were also very nervous.
“Move it!”
Victor waved his hand directly, “How can we stop halfway when giving birth? If it is broken, at most we can bury some drug dealers in it and say that it is a prehistoric human that was blown out.”
“In the north, there is nothing that requires us to give in.” Victor pointed at the sand table and said.
Isn’t it a historical monument?
I will build one for you when the time comes. The things from last week will not be antiques.
“Proceed as planned!”
“Yes!”
The Paquim Archaeological Area in Grand Casas, about 60 kilometers east of Sonora State!
It is about 350 kilometers northwest of Chihuahua State, and only half a kilometer away from the nearest Grand Casas.
The command post of the First Division is here, and the soldiers are busy trotting.
Division Commander Higmut Lister stared at the map on the wall with his eyes fixed.
He was directly promoted to this position, commanding five regiments, nearly 25,000 people. If he didn't fight well, the other regiment commanders would definitely not obey him.
"Mobilize the artillery of the entire division to bombard the city of Casadehanos!"
"Order the 9th Regiment to enter the designated position, and after the artillery attack, take it down!!"
The staff behind him was memorizing it vigorously.
"Tell them that the 1st Marine Division, as an ace, must fight the most beautiful battle!"
Higmut List was a "caliberist" who believed that firepower could cure everything.
After becoming the commander of the 1st Division, his first order was to assemble the artillery of the entire division into an artillery regiment.
The US infantry division is usually equipped with 171 artillery pieces, including M1270 rocket launchers, 107mm heavy mortars and 90mm recoilless guns.
The Russian infantry division is equipped with 108 artillery pieces.
But Victor was really generous. He pulled out all the artillery pieces of a division, a total of 316 artillery pieces of various types.
You should know that the Soviet infantry division was equipped with 279 artillery pieces at the beginning of World War II, including cannons, howitzers, anti-tank guns and anti-aircraft guns.
Victor was the biggest advocate of "firepowerism".
In the desert 20 kilometers west of the front-line archaeological area, artillery pieces were dragged over.
"Get into position!"
"Adjust all parameters!"
"Artillery shells in place!!"
...
The gunners of the artillery regiment were busy, and in the woods in the distance, many people were squatting.
Ye Jihan is holding an M249 machine gun, wearing a psCore helmet on his head, an interceptor bulletproof vest, and sunglasses. From the outside, he looks like a real American soldier!
Look at this equipment!
Victor is really conscientious. Almost every soldier's standard equipment, the psCore helmet alone costs 1,000 points, plus bulletproof vests and so on, one person is worth about 3,200 points.
It's not that the emperor is extravagant, but it's really a waste of money (points) to raise troops.
After Ye Jihan joined the army, he entered the training. The instructor saw that he was amazing and his skills and tactics were simply proficient.
Hearing that he had fought in Southeast Asia, he immediately reported back and was specially approved not to train with the new recruits, and directly joined the 9th Regiment as the squad leader of the C Company of the 1st Battalion.
He has 15 people under him.
He holds a tail grass in his mouth and looks at it with shining eyes. Damn, the Mexican army is really rich.
A division has more than 300 artillery pieces…
"It's time to fire! Squad leader, are you nervous?" A short-haired young man next to him asked.
"What are you nervous about?"
"Fire!!"
As soon as Ye Jihan finished speaking, he saw the order of the artillery regiment was directly issued, and the artillery "boom boom boom!!!"
The huge roar scared him. It was really the first time to feel the roar of artillery at such a close distance.
The artillery shells formed dense black dots in the air and flew towards the distant Casa de Janos City.
Puff puff puff...
The explosion splashed mud and sand, and the ground was full of potholes.
There was a drug cartel of more than 2,000 people trapped in the city. They were originally affiliated with Sinaloa State. Later, after running to Chihuahua State, they did not listen to the orders of Juarez and almost became kings.
They had caused a lot of killings in the border area of Sonora State, which had long made them unhappy.
A drug dealer leader was eating lunch beside a trench, while his soldiers pushed a T-34 tank into the trench. The track of this thing was broken and it could not move.
But the machine gun on it could be used. With the help of the bunker, it could become a powerful weapon.
Suddenly, he heard a sharp whistling sound. A group of people stopped their work and looked up in confusion. The drug dealer leader suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Artillery fire! Dodge, dodge!!!"
He took the gun and planned to hide in the air-raid shelter dug not far behind him, but how could he run faster than the artillery.
A 120-caliber shell fell directly on his side, and a fragment with a diameter of about ten centimeters directly cut his neck...
It was extremely sharp.
His head rolled on the ground twice, but was kicked away by a panicked drug dealer.
But before he ran two steps, the shock wave generated by the shell blew him away, his arm flew on the spot, and his left leg twisted strangely.
"Ah? Ah! Ah!!!" The drug dealer raised his head with great effort, looked at his miserable state, and screamed loudly.
In fact, being stabbed or shot will not feel pain in a short time.
The American police law enforcement video shows that those people almost fell stiffly after being shot. After a few seconds, the adrenaline disappeared and the pain came!
"Ah!!"
"Help, help, save me... I don't want to die..." The drug dealer cried and looked at others, hoping that someone would be merciful to save him, and he was spitting blood from his mouth.
But who cares about you?
Can a drug dealer be a good person?
He watched one so-called "teammate" after another cross his body.
In the end, he died with his eyes open!
"Ready!"
"Fire!"
The artillery regiment came with another round, and some shells were blown off and exploded into the Grand Casas River next to it. There were still fish in it, and they were directly pushed up by the shock wave.
Fluttering on the shore...
Staring.
Fish, I'm going to get blown up just for joining in the fun, Victor, I'm fucking your mother!
Ye Jihan was watching from behind and kept clicking his tongue, this...
They don't intend to take any lives!
Under this scale of firepower, the lizards and ants in the desert were stunned.
"All personnel, prepare to charge..." The order came from the communication device carried with him.
Ye Jihan got up immediately, pulled the bolt, looked around, they were all new recruits, they were very nervous.
"Open your eyes wide!"
The third round... The artillery regiment blew out hundreds of smoke bombs to cover the infantry.
"Charge!!!"
Ye Jihan jumped up, holding the squad machine gun and rushed out first, rushing towards Casadehanos.
He lowered his body, bent his waist, and ran in a snake-like manner. He lay on a small slope, crawled forward with one arm, ran two steps, stood up quickly, rolled into the trench, and bullets flew over his head!
Bunker!
When the artillery fire came, this semi-ground bunker was only slightly scratched, and it was not penetrated at all!
These "God's Division" remnants had felt the caliber of the Northern Army in the Sinaloa Battle.
They were scared!
After being hit once, didn't they have a brain?
Ten semi-ground bunkers were built on the front of Casa de Hanos City. The exposed parts were all poured with concrete, with an average thickness of more than 90CM!
The back is a slope shooting, which can prevent the shells from falling directly on the top of the head and can fully alleviate the shock wave of the explosion.
Do you think drug dealers really don't have brains?
The drug dealers call this kind of fortress "Casa de Hanos City Warriors".
It is impossible to eliminate bunkers in modern warfare. The worst thing is...the concrete must be poured thicker, and artillery fire is not omnipotent.
Ye Jihuan looked back, but no one behind him was following him. He slowly raised his head, looked around, and saw machine guns shooting outside.
sudden…
Chug tug tug…
Moreover, these drug dealers can be considered veterans if they have survived to this day. They will not hold the trigger tightly and basically fire three rounds.
He heard buzzing in the sky, raised his head, and saw a dozen planes flying over his head, rushing towards the city, dropping bombs. The city was ablaze by then, and the drug dealers inside would not wait to die, firing machine gun bullets. The sound broke through the sky.
Sweeping behind a low-flying plane.
The escorting Warthog A-10 pulled towards the sky, soared straight into the sky, then turned around gracefully, and dived down again in just a few seconds, facing the bullets of the anti-aircraft machine gun, his own 30mm GAU-8 type 7 The Gatling cannon recoils at the enemy.
A real man's romance is to stand and shoot!
Ye Jihuan gritted his teeth, crawled over in a low posture, rolled sideways, and approached the bunker, "Blow him up to death!"
As soon as he pulled the grenade on his waist, it was tied with a belt. When he pulled it off, he naturally opened the tab. He bravely counted three seconds silently, then threw it towards the entrance of the bunker with his backhand, holding his head. Just squat down.
boom!
"Ahh!!!" Several screams came from the bunker. Ye Jihuan took this opportunity, screamed, and ran to the shooting port with a machine gun. This was a horizontal design. The hole was about 30 centimeters high. He fired at the inside. !
The space inside was very narrow, and all the seven or eight drug dealers hiding inside were killed!
Ye Jihuan clicked, replaced the magazine, called to his comrades behind him to follow him, and continued to rush towards the city of Casa de Janos with his gun in hand.
The engine came from behind, and an M48 medium tank crashed into the shattered city wall. A tank was a tank after all. It smashed the already crumbling city wall and rushed in while carrying bricks.
The 7.62mm M73 parallel machine gun just shoots randomly.
Scare them first.
Too fierce...
Ye Jihuan was stunned as he watched from behind. The tank was charging rampantly, pressing over people whenever it saw them on the road, with its muzzle pointed at their faces.
However, if you jump too much on the battlefield, you will easily get beaten.
A rocket whizzed out and found it, hitting the side. The crispy skin was immediately set on fire, but after a pause, the tank moved again and crashed into a shop next to it...
It was already unstable. Now when it was touched, the internal shell exploded directly, blowing the three-story building to its side. Ye Jihuan saw a drug dealer jumping down from the building in panic. He had just fallen and before he could get up, a stone hit him directly. Smashed down.
Press him to the ground, his flesh and blood are bloody!
"Monitor, monitor..."
The intermittent shouting behind him made Ye Jihuan turn around and saw his comrade in his squad lying on the ground, his calf blown off. His scalp went numb, and he ran over and grabbed his teammate's body armor and pulled him to the side.
"Be patient! Be patient!"
Ye Jihuan took out gauze from the pocket on his arm, wrapped the wound, and looked behind him, "Medical soldier! Medical soldier!"
A medical soldier who heard the noise ran over with a medical kit, gave the wounded man a shot of epinephrine, grabbed his hand, picked him up and ran back.
But before they could run more than ten meters, a mortar from nowhere blew them away...
Ye Jihuan gritted his teeth, but turned his head and continued charging into the city with his machine gun.
The soldiers behind him poured in like a tide!
Planes flew overhead, and the pilot glanced down.
Thousands of people rushed into the city of Casa de Janos.
People with trypophobia are frightened on the spot.
In the city...
Ladasa Villa.
"Let's go, husband, our child is still very young, let's run quickly, the Northern Army is coming." A woman was holding a man and crying loudly.
This man is Tosio Cartwright, who is somewhat related to Guzman. His mother is Guzman's aunt, which means that his fucking husband is Guzman's uncle, but he is his stepson.
He followed Guzman in drug trafficking, and he was somewhat capable. When the "God Master" was later formed, he led a regiment independently, but when the Northern Army invaded Sinaloa, he ran away...
"Go? Where?" Tosio Cartwright said in despair.
"Go to America, let's go to America!" the wife said vigorously, "Are we going to let all of us be caught by Victor? Are you just going to watch us die?"
"caught…"
Toseo Cartwright trembled, fear flashed in his eyes. He looked down at his wife and touched her face, "You can't be caught."
His wife thought he had changed his mind and nodded vigorously.
But suddenly her eyes narrowed, and she saw Tosio Cartwright stuffing the muzzle of the gun into her mouth, "You can't be caught!"
boom!
His cheeks were blown apart.
He pushed his wife away, rushed into the house, and raised his pistol tremblingly at the child lying on the rocking chair. The child smiled and stretched out his hand, smiling and wanting to hug. It was very cute...
"ah!!!!"
Toseo Cartwright pointed the gun at his own temple and fired decisively, causing his skull to fly away.
He was lying on the ground, his eyes unfocused and plunged into darkness.
If I weren't a drug dealer...
I should be holding my baby now and kissing his cheek.
But…
I'm a drug dealer.
The gunshots scared the baby, and he cried loudly.
The sound of gunfire outside was a backdrop!
The drug dealers in the city resisted tenaciously, but when the tanks and armored vehicles of the 9th Regiment drove in, the outcome was doomed.
"Rest for 30 minutes, the 9th Regiment will assemble and attack Hanos!"
Ye Jihan sat on the ground, panting, and the order from the regiment headquarters came through the earphone. He took out the water bottle and wanted to drink, but there was not a drop of water.
"Come, drink mine." A hand reached out.
He looked up and saw a reporter standing in front of him?
It was written on his bulletproof vest, and there was a photographer and two armed soldiers behind him.
"Thank you."
"Are you Asian?" The reporter's eyes lit up, "Why did you join the army?"
...
Guadalupe Island.
"Canteen No. 1".
It's just an ordinary fast food restaurant.
But this is the favorite place for military cadets, because the owner here is a veteran, and his wall is hung with Victor's head and anti-drug leaflets.
At this time, Victor's godson Santos, wearing a military uniform without a rank, looked up at the TV.
It was the Ninth Regiment besieging the city of Casa de Hanos!
The war correspondent was broadcasting live.
In the camera, there was smoke everywhere, people kept falling down, but others stood up and charged.
The TV narrator made a heavy voice.
"While the whole world stood by and let us fend for ourselves, the Northern Army was already in action. They executed the drug dealers who were harming the country. A war to liberate the country was underway. Chihuahua, Durango, Coahuila... We are here. The blood of drug dealers will be irrigated on every piece of land in the desert until the fruits of victory are borne. The warriors' efforts will be praised and remembered. Victor bless you, warriors, safe journey!"
Santos murmured to himself, "Safe journey."
"After taking down Casa de Janos, it's less than 300 kilometers to face Juarez directly." My childhood friend Camposter sat opposite and said, "More tragic battles are coming."
"I have applied for the reserve. If the principal agrees, I will go to the National Guard for internship as early as next month." Santos suddenly said.
"Ah? You...you are still a student, you don't have to be so anxious." Camposter stared.
"I want to help Mr. Victor, even if it means maintaining local stability. I asked my father yesterday, and he allowed me to be brave in my dream."
Campost opened his mouth and scratched his head, "Then I'll go too!"
Santos looked up and saw him grinning, "We are best partners, of course I can't fall behind you too much, I don't want to call you commander when I see you again."
"Then let's see who will make the first contribution!"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
The two men... laughed happily.
The boss who was smoking sat next to him. He had only one hand. He looked at this scene with a hint of memory in his eyes.
The sun outside the door fell.
The afterglow shone in from outside, completely freezing this moment here.
The fresh blood of Victor's warriors is growing.
The war on drugs will definitely win!
It will definitely win!
……