Chapter 306
"Oppose hegemony!"
"Oppose dictatorship!"
"Strive for the true independence of the Mexican people!"
"Overthrow the tyrant rule of Victor!"
In the "Morazan Park" in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, a short, fat bearded man held a microphone and stood in front of the statue of Francisco Morazan, the Honduran national hero and an outstanding activist during the Central American independence movement, and shouted loudly .
Tens of thousands of people below were cheering.
However...most of them turned out to be very fierce people with tattoos on their faces. You could tell they were gang members at a glance.
Honduras is well-known as a "murderous country". In the three seconds it takes you to masturbate, at least 40 or 50 people will disappear.
but…
It always looks weird when gangsters protest.
There was a circle of police officers outside wearing masks and staring attentively. Even the military dogs sat "obediently".
When meeting these ruthless people, no dogs would even bark.
Behind the park is the Central Government Building. From the windows above, you can still see the crowds of people. Apparently many people are watching.
Dozens of reporters were recording this scene. An American female reporter even said during the live broadcast, "Victor is the same as Saddam. Their brutal rule and bloody dictatorship are trampling on human civilization. We Call on all countries in the world to boycott!”
"He is dragging world civilization into the Third War!"
"Anyone with moral integrity and bottom line should stand up for his behavior."
As the American girl spoke, she opened her clothes in front of the camera and wrote slogans against Victor on XOOX.
Tsk tsk tsk...
Victor's name will still tremble.
This massive protest lasted for three or four hours. After the pudgy bearded man got into a black SUV on the side of the road, the crowd slowly dispersed.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Rosales." A white man said with a fluent New York accent and smiled.
Manuel Zelaya Rosales took the cigarette from the other person's hand. When he smiled, the flesh on his face would tremble. What he said was very "moral", "People like Victor are scum. As a member of Latin America, I have the obligation and necessity to safeguard the dignity of civilians.”
The white man next to him smiled when he said this.
Who is Manuel Zelaya Rosales?
Head of the "Contra" forces in Central America!
A puppet supported by the CIA!
This was one of the many "irregular forces" formed by the CIA during the Cold War, also known as the "Central American opposition forces" because since the introduction of the "Monroe Doctrine" in the 19th century, the United States had organized all of Latin America The region (including Central America) regarded it as its own sphere of influence. However, in 1959, a backyard fire crisis occurred. As the leader of the Latin American region, the Americans naturally could not let it go.
But what really led to the establishment of this "Contra" was the Nicaraguan Revolution in 1979.
By the way, in the late 1980s, Japan produced a game called "Contra". When this game was released in the United States, it was named "Contra"!
It makes this unit famous.
They use American weapons, American instructors, and American systems, and their more than 20,000 people are full of combat effectiveness. Basically, I will fight whoever the CIA tells me to fight!
Langley originally had a plan for them to get Victor, but relations between the United States and Mexico were good at that time. Well now...
"The headquarters wants to transfer you to Mexico to support the drug traffickers there." The white man said.
When Manuel Zelaya Rosales heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I have studied Victor's troops. The Northern Army has very strong combat effectiveness and sophisticated weapons. He likes to use weapons of mass destruction. We don’t have any advantage in the air force..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the person next to him, "Weapons, ammunition and the air force if needed. The US Air Force will provide help when necessary!"
"The Pentagon and the White House have a request: Victor must be killed!"
Manuel Zelaya Rosales took a deep breath, "I understand, but we lack a name!"
“Mexican government-in-exile supporters!” White people were obviously ready to confront, ‘Supporters of former President Carlos Salinas de Gortari. ’
"Quauquemot sitting in Mexico City is Victor's lackey and puppet. The murderer behind Salinas' death is Victor. We have contacted his son, and he will be the official spokesperson."
The CIA is notoriously bad at what they do, and sometimes they don't even bother to hide it.
What a bullshit government-in-exile, isn’t it just raising a flag?
If you want a good face, and do something bad, put a pair of underwear on your head, with a SpongeBob SquarePants drawing on it.
"The Pentagon will send military advisors, and the staff will be at your service!"
"This operation is codenamed: Operation Valkyrie!"
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Since the training bomb "accidentally" fell into the United States, Victor has obviously felt full of pressure!
Arizona in the United States has entered a full state of war.
Moreover, the governor closed the US-Mexico border and did not allow a fly to rush over from the Mexican side, which directly increased the tension between the two sides!
There are even many Mexican folk scholars who complained about Victor's tricks. Even the famous Nobel Prize winner Octavio Paz commented on him: "An ant trying to soar into the sky and challenge giants."
However, there are no rumors in Victor's base army. Unlike the mustache, he holds absolute power!
Some people at the grassroots level are even ready to fight with the Americans.
Mexicali border area.
The personnel are scattered and the trees are withered.
Only a few soldiers of the Northern Army with live ammunition can be seen patrolling back and forth. If it were in the past, there would definitely be a sea of traffic here. The Americans in Arizona would have been unable to hold back and run to Mexico.
The drugs here are more than half cheaper than over there.
But now...
Those who are not afraid of death are all smuggling.
The observer standing above the border checkpoint was yawning, rubbing his eyes a little sleepily, and suddenly saw a black spot in the distance. He was startled and picked up the telescope on his chest to look over.
At this glance, his expression changed instantly.
He ran over nervously, pulled the alarm bell, and shouted to his comrades below, "Hey, Gaint, the Americans are coming! The Americans are coming!"
The comrades below ran faster than dogs and hurried to notify.
A captain who was smoking in the office of the border inspection station stood up suddenly when he heard the alarm, his eyes were tight, he picked up the helmet on the table, put it on, and rushed out with an M3 submachine gun, just bumping into the soldier who came to report.
"Stationmaster..."
"I heard it, weapons are loaded, call for support from Mexicali!" The stationmaster frowned and said.
"Yes!" Gaint responded.
The stationmaster climbed to a high place and saw two M551 "Sheridan" light tanks rushing towards the border inspection station recklessly, and the national flag on them could be seen clearly.
"MGM-51 anti-tank missiles are ready!" The stationmaster said directly, and the soldier next to him was startled, "Stationmaster, don't we warn them first?"
"Warn? What if they run away?"
"Ah?"
The stationmaster coughed twice, "As long as you see them crossing the border, shoot them for me, I want to see how hard the American tanks are!"
Although he has less than 30 people in the entire border station now, he is really not afraid.
The subordinates ran over to prepare the anti-tank gun.
Nervously watching the tank slowly approaching.
"Crossing the line!" Someone shouted.
"Fire!" The captain shouted excitedly, waved his hand, and the Northern Army behind him pulled the rope, boom, and the shell rushed towards the target.
At this time, in the front of the M551.
The driver said to the commander with some concern, "We can't go any further. If we go any further, we will reach the Mexican border."
"Let's go! Mexico belongs to the United States. Can't we drive our own tanks?" The commander didn't know where he got the nerve to say this. He didn't feel ashamed.
The driver was dry-mouthed. They belonged to the Arizona National Guard, and he was a full-time auto repairman...
The U.S. National Guard implements the traditional weekend training mode of 4 times a month. Each member has to use 48 weekends a year to participate in training, and also spend another 15 days training with active troops, which is commonly known as: militia.
It's just that the militia has "slightly" more firepower.
The Americans are quite tough.
The tank driver is now a soldier. He heard the commander's order, gritted his teeth, and rode across the cordon with the tracks, knocking over the horizontal sign: "In Mexican territory, do not cross!" and running over it.
"I said, hahaha, how dare the Mexicans..." The commander had a smug smile on his face, but suddenly there was a loud noise. Before he could finish his words, he felt the car body shake violently, and the next second... he lost consciousness.
When a fragile small tank like M551 encountered an anti-tank gun, it was hit head-on at the weakest position of the turret, and its "head" was directly blown away!
It turned into a ball of flames!
When the other M551 saw this, the body of the car paused, and then quickly retreated, and the tank gun fired back!
The accuracy of the shell was not good, and it hit a slope at the border station. The rocks rolling down from it overwhelmed the national flag.
"Fire! Fire!" The captain lowered his head and raised his hand and shouted.
The conflict between the United States and Mexico has reignited the flames of war again after 1848!
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And this time in Juarez.
The headquarters has been moved here.
Small-scale battles in Juarez are still going on. After all, there are millions of people in this city, and many drug dealers have begun to hide. The city annihilation war will continue for a while.
We can't blow them all up...
What about the millions of extra refugees?
Victor sat in the command post and wondered whether he should accumulate "points" so that he could "have nuclear weapons" at that time.
But he thought about this idea for a while, and then paused.
First, there are not enough points.
Second, the launch of nuclear weapons is more complicated. There are no bombers in the air, no missile cruisers on the sea, not to mention the launch silos. Under the current domestic situation, if you have them, you will be touched by someone tomorrow.
Third, if you have nuclear weapons, you will not stimulate the United States, but stimulate the order that has been fixed after World War II!
You are not challenging him alone, you are challenging more than 200 countries in the world alone!
At that time, Victor will become the first man to enjoy "Wuchang rice".
So, to sum up, it is better to use missiles than to fight the United States.
At such a close distance, a grenade can kill several rednecks.
The United States dare not fight with itself.
Will the rich people in his country allow the war to happen on their own land?
In order to prevent sabotage by the Americans, in addition to the missile brigade on the surface, a convoy will be set up privately to wander around the Northern Army's territory, waiting for the order to be issued at any time, and launch at any time!
It made the Yankees tremble with fear!
Just when Victor was deep in thought, he heard a burst of chaotic footsteps. Captain Jason ran in a little hastily, with a slightly solemn expression. He didn't pay attention when passing by the steps and almost fell.
"Why are you so anxious? The Americans are calling?!"
Jason Bourne shook his head, "The Americans didn't fight, so we killed the others first. There was an armed conflict at the Mexicali border station. We blew up two of the opponent's light tanks and killed 8 American people who broke into the border." !”
"A regiment of the Arizona National Guard approached the border and demanded that we hand over the murderer!"
"It's time to do it."
Victor frowned and said, "I'm afraid. He will mobilize troops, and we will also mobilize troops. We will mobilize artillery regiments from Mexicali. If they come in, they will explode! I want to see who is so cowardly."
This is when you have to toughen up.
"Mr. Governor, Mr. Richard Bruce Cheney of the Pentagon wants to speak to you." Secretary Krista Schroeder jogged over with the phone and handed it over.
Victor frowned and looked at her feet, "Please don't wear high heels on the front line, madam, my command post is not a T stage."
Krista Schroeder looked down at the soles, which were only five centimeters long. Although she didn't know why the governor was angry, she still nodded obediently.
He took the phone without saying a word, and the person on the other end didn't say anything.
It seems... two children, whoever speaks first is the SB.
Many people may not have heard of Richard Bruce Cheney, but he was the Secretary of Defense in the Bush administration.
Finally, the other party couldn't help it anymore, "Victor, what do you mean, you're blatantly killing American soldiers! This kind of behavior is a declaration of war!"
Victor smiled immediately after saying this and squinted his eyes, "Mr. Cheney, do you want to be hit by a missile?"
The defense chief on the other end immediately became angry, "You have to know what you are doing!"
"You also need to know what nonsense you are talking about. American soldiers broke into the Mexican border. Do you think we are your back garden? You can come and leave when you want? Cheney! Let me tell you, your regiment , If you dare to come here, I will eat him and give you thousands more widows in the United States, fuck XMDB, the defense minister? I specialize in defense ministers in North America!" Victor hung up directly and threw the mobile phone to Chris next to him. Ta Schroeder, the secretary was stunned.
Is this a direct quarrel?
Do you want it to be so straightforward?
Victor looked calm.
A quarrel is a quarrel, both parties are just testing each other's bottom line, wanting to see who the other person is.
"A stuffy old man trying to save face!"
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