Chapter 310 Good job, you are named the first Baturu in Mexico? !

Chapter 310 Good job, you are named the first Baturu in Mexico? !

Major General Sphyntos Pres frowned and suppressed his anger, "Are you provoking me?"

The Americans around me also looked unhappy.

Erich Manstein squinted his eyes and looked at him up and down. He suddenly took out his gun and pointed it at Sphyntos Preis' head in the horrified eyes of the other party. He pressed the safety with his thumb and said, "Major General, What do you think, sir?”

The air suddenly became quiet…

"I... I think we should be sensible. There is no need to make it so tense." Major General Sphyntos Pres glanced at the entourage beside him.

NMD…

He stood farther away than anyone else, fearing that he would be harmed as well.

He could only save himself and sneered.

"We Mexicans can't compare with Americans. We have no manners and are illiterate... But whoever makes us unhappy, I will make him unhappy first. General Sphyntos Pres, you don't want your wife either." Be a widow at home."

Rommel reached out and pressed Manstein's hand, and said softly, "Don't scare him, general. Do you have any orders when you come to us?"

If you have a bad temper, you will risk your life!

Victor's soldiers had no quality at all. Major General Sphyntos Pres cursed in his heart, but now the back of his head is still numb.

In fact, he is here to cause trouble!

The United States demanded that the Northern Army be "kindly treated" and not cause "internal" problems due to U.S.-Mexico relations.

The Pentagon is not all idiots. Some people believe that during the war in Iraq, force cannot be used against the Mexican army because it will easily affect the protests of other alliances.

The overall situation is important!

However, the United States has been rich in idiots since ancient times. MacArthur, the famous "Escape Dog General" during World War II, was evaluated by his opponents: he could only be a company commander or even a machine gunner.

On the battlefield in the Philippines, he turned around and ran away with his mistress and staff, and he was a famous general in World War II?

Name you Male Desert!

Major General Sphyntos Price, who also graduated from West Point Military Academy, is also a representative of arrogance and arrogance.

He didn't learn anything, so he learned to put on airs. He naively thought that if he could disarm the other party, he would be considered a good name in the Pentagon.

What is this called?

Charge into battle and act as a dog leg.

But Sphyntos Pres never imagined that Mexicans could be so tough!

After all, he is also the frontline commander of the Allied Forces. Who knew he would be so disrespectful?

"No...it's okay. I'm just here to see if you need anything." He chuckled, "You can tell me if you need anything."

Rommel looked at each other with his two "protectors". He turned his head and said maliciously, "There is one more thing."

Major General Sphyntos Pres was so scared that his whole body was covered in hair and his buttocks were itching at the sight of him, "What?"

"General, please command the overall situation from here! The command post should be set here."

The American glared, "You want to put me under house arrest?"

"I just wish you could see how passionate Mexicans are."

Rommel bared his front teeth.

There is no reason not to accept the "head" that comes to your door.

As long as Major General Sphyntos Pres sits here, the expeditionary force does not need to worry about danger.

Rommel smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "General, if you want to drink Pepsi, it's still delicious."

“I recommend Pepsi, Coke is heresy.”

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The "imprisonment" of the commander of the US forward position immediately reached the ears of General Norman Schwarzkopf, the commander-in-chief in the rear.

He quickly reported it, and in his proposal to the Pentagon, he hoped to "annihilate" the rebels!

Before, he was called Sweetie, but now he is called "Rebel", and he is indeed a Yankee.

This mouth is as fickle as eating shit.

When the Pentagon received his report, Defense Secretary Richard Bruce Cheney just took off his glasses, held down the document with an ashtray, and rubbed his temples.

Peng!

But just when he wanted to calm down, the door was "rudely" knocked open from the outside. He raised his head and saw the U.S. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Warno rushing in aggressively, followed by his secretary, who was a bit... He was helpless and wanted to stop him, but was pushed aside by the other party.

"Richard Bruce Cheney!" He slapped his hand on the table and glared at him. "The Mexican soldiers in Kuwait rebelled. Why didn't you issue an order to eliminate them?"

Simple-minded bastard…

Richard Bruce Cheney's first thought was this, and it was a bit sad. Why are there all these "personality-filled" idiots in the U.S. military?

As for why General Carl Warnow was appointed.

He is Bush's cousin-in-law.

And his other cousin-in-law is the ambassador to the Czech Republic.

When it comes to nepotism, the Bush family is top notch.

Defense Minister Richard waved his hand towards the secretary, beckoning him to go out. The latter nodded and closed the door when he went out, but he lay down and listened for a while. When he saw someone coming outside, he pretended to smile and left. .

There is discord within the US military!

This is very, very important information.

Richard Bruce Cheney looked at the angry General Carl Warneau and said calmly, "Have you ever thought about Victor's revenge?"

"If you kill him today, he will send missiles to Wall Street tomorrow!"

"Those capitalists who lie down on America every day to suck blood will rush into the Pentagon and tear you and me apart!"

General Carl Warnow frowned and pointed at him, "He has the courage..."

"Don't point at me, you bastard!"

Suddenly, Richard Bruce Cheney stood up, pushed away the other person's finger, and opened his eyes, "Is this how you are educated and how your parents educated you?"

"You think I'm exaggerating whatever I say, so why do you want me to be the defense minister? I've had enough, fuck XXMMM, I'm resigning now, you can put a dog in this position."

He pushed away the stunned Army Chief of Staff who was scolded, kicked over the chair, and left the office with a dark face.

He finally figured it out. He had not been in the position of Secretary of Defense for a long time in the Pentagon. Someone would always take the blame for the failure. He was not a relative of George W. Bush, so he would always be pushed out.

Rather than being disliked by others, it is better to get out of here.

Looking at Richard who was "driven crazy", General Carl Warnow opened his mouth, and finally said angrily, "Can't the United States still not find a defense minister?!"

November 15, 1990.

The Pentagon announced that Richard Bruce Cheney will step down as Secretary of Defense due to medical reasons and will be replaced by Army Chief of Staff Gen. Carl Warnow.

At the same time, a negotiating team led by Donald Rumsfeld arrived at Tijuana International Airport.

The Northern Army honor guard lined up to welcome him.

A red carpet was also laid out on the ground.

All the senior officials of the Northern Army came to greet him.

The battlefield is the bargaining chip for negotiation, and diplomacy is the result of negotiation.

Victor was dressed in a neat military uniform with a medal on it.

"He is like a peacock competing for beauty." A member of the US military entourage standing behind Rumsfeld muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Shut up!"

The old defense chief scolded, "If you want to be dragged out and beaten to death by him here, just say so, but don't implicate us."

The scolded entourage lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.

Donald Rumsfeld stepped off the plane with an expressionless face and politely stretched out his hand to shake with Victor.

The reporter next to me started taking pictures.

"Welcome, Mr. Rumsfeld." Victor said with a smile, stepped aside slightly, and made a gesture of invitation to let him review the honor guard.

The old man took a deep breath and walked along the red carpet according to etiquette. He wanted to take a quick look at it, but as soon as he walked over, he saw the leading captain saluting, "Long live Victor!"

There were hundreds of people standing in the honor guard, shouting in unison.

The accompanying American officials all had very ugly faces. This kind of show of authority is rare in other countries. After all, basic face must be given.

Although Rumsfeld's face was calm, his eyes were almost on fire. After the two legs walked stiffly, the scalp behind his forehead was itching.

A group of people got into the car and headed towards the Governor's Palace.

People holding Mexican flags and busts of Victor could be seen everywhere on the road, cheering for the convoy, and some were burning American flags!

"Anti-American sentiment is brewing in Mexico." Rumsfeld looked at the scene outside with a solemn mood and said to the secretary beside him, "Either completely eliminate the Victor government, or completely stop going against him. My instinct is Tell me, it’s us who suffer.”

The secretary looked at him in shock.

Rumsfeld is a well-known hawk. For such people to say such "cowardly" things, it is obvious that he really thinks so in his heart.

"Our elite are not prepared to fight hand-to-hand with savages in North America."

As the motorcade drove into the city, the crowd became even more excited.

People could be seen on rooftops, on big trees, and even on telephone poles holding up photos of Victor and cheering, and police had to be deployed to disperse the crowd.

After driving for more than half an hour, the convoy arrived at the Governor's Palace.

As soon as I got off the bus, people outside started shouting.

"Murderer! America is a murderer!"

Rumsfeld looked indifferent and walked in side by side with Victor.

There were no reporters inside and the talks were private.

As soon as he closed the door, Rumsfeld looked around, frowned, and said directly, "Your performance really exceeded everyone's expectations, but, Victor, there are not only 200 American soldiers. "

Victor smiled and moved the ashtray away from the table, "How many people do you plan to send to die? Five thousand? Or ten thousand? Or even one hundred thousand? Maybe you are right, but I guarantee that before you gather the army, At that time, your Washington will be in ruins."

"I swear in the name of Victor!"

Looking at the other person's expression, Rumsfeld could feel that what the other person said was true, and he really dared to do this.

The two sides were at war with each other, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. I know what you want. There is no problem with US military prisoners and corpses. I can give them to you, but you only need to agree to the following terms." Victor nodded towards Kennedy, who held the prepared documents. Pass it over.

Rumsfeld and others spread out, and Victor's voice came out.

"First, admit this is an invasion and pay compensation of US$3.5 billion!"

"Impossible!" Rumsfeld did not speak, but a colonel behind him spoke directly, angrily, "Reparations? The Americans have never paid reparations! Not in World War I, not in World War II, not against Germany, not against the Soviet Union , let alone pay reparations to Mexico!”

"Oh? Cuba didn't have it? The Kennedy administration compensated them with 62 million pesos for medicines and baby food. You have already compensated them. What are you still pretending to be? Where are you pretending to be a pure boy? Don't agree? If you don't agree, then go to war, idiot! Chop up the body and feed it to the dogs!" Ludendorff pointed at them and cursed.

Extreme foul mouth, enjoy the extreme life.

Kennedy, Horatio Herbert Kitchener and others beside him all looked at him with "satisfaction".

Good job, little Dolph, don't lose points for me!

Kill these Americans!

Name you the first Baturu in Mexico? ? ?

Being scolded like this, the Americans also had blood and stood up one after another.

In the whole venue, only Victor and Rumsfeld sat opposite each other.

Rumsfeld waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to be quiet, raised his head and looked at Victor, asking him to continue.

"Second, escort the Mexican expeditionary force back home!"

There is nothing wrong with this request.

"Third, recognize the name of the Northern government's drug control! And pay 2 million US dollars to the United Nations Drug Control Office every year for 20 years."

"Fourth..."

"Fifth..."

...

"Eighth: Severely punish war criminals! Demand that Secretary of Defense Richard Bruce Cheney, Army Chief of Staff, and Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff LeBron Andre be tried for war crimes, and remove CIA Richard James Kerr from his post."

Rumsfeld was fine before, but when he heard this, his expression became visibly solemn.

"This is America's business, Victor."

"No, this is a loser's compromise."

"America has not lost."

"Then do you still want to fight?" Victor smiled faintly, choking Rumsfeld so that he could not answer. He took a deep breath, "You should know that from the perspective of strength, the United States can crush you."

"Strength? Then show it, we will see on the battlefield. One hundred thousand people in my Northern Army, from Victor to private soldiers, are ready to sacrifice for the country at any time." Victor stood up suddenly, stood in front of Rumsfeld with a fierce momentum, and said condescendingly, "What can't kill us will eventually make us stronger. Our enemies will either be killed or die together."

He took out a grenade? !

Rumsfeld was really panicked this time and stepped back suddenly.

Who the hell would show up with a grenade in the negotiation?

Victor looked at him, holding the fuse in his hand, with a crazy look on his face.

"Excuse me, Mr. Donald Rumsfeld, the great former US Secretary of Defense, are you ready to die with me right now? Is your military honor willing to sacrifice your life?"

Madman!

Damn, this is a madman!

Rumsfeld's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he began to sweat. The American literati behind him, who were a bit unbearable, began to fall to the ground.

Who is not afraid of death?

They still have great blessings to enjoy when they go back, how can they die here?

They are all elites!

The war should be left to the farmers!

Victor looked at their frightened looks with disdain in his eyes, which deeply stimulated the "gentleman" Rumsfeld, but he... really didn't dare to move, he was also afraid of death.

The most important thing is that Bush promised him that if this mission was successful, he could enter the government and resume his duties, which would be a second spring.

He can't die!

"I... we can talk."

Victor put the fork back in, looked at them, smiled, and said a sentence that was already widely circulated in the world.

"Americans are all paper tigers!"

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