Chapter 327 Victor! I'm going to the morning office!!
The world layout is wonderful.
Here, Mexico and Spain are fighting each other, and drug traffickers in Latin America have begun to prepare and gear up, planning to establish a drug kingdom in southern Mexico and Guatemala and other Central America.
The anti-Iraq alliance headed by the Yankees at the other end began to take action.
At 10:30 a.m. Eastern Time on January 16, 1991, President Lobush signed a national security directive document to Schwarzkopf, commander of the U.S. Central Headquarters, ordering the U.S. military to go to war in Iraq.
The Gulf War has officially begun!
The "Desert Storm" operation made the Iraqis scream and Saddam almost ran away. The tactics and conditions shocked the whole world!
Oh my god...
Can you still play like this?
Even the Iraqi tank regiment didn't even see anyone, and the people who were bombed were turned upside down. The United States made the whole world understand that modern war can be fought like this? !
Let George Bush vent his anger!
His reputation in the country soared.
He just said it!
Mexico's "Black Hawk Down" was an accident, but the United States under his command is still very powerful!
Bush has been smiling these past two days, and the wrinkles on his face have never fallen off. Because of the Gulf War, Congress was more cautious about impeaching him. Coupled with the support of the parties behind him, oh well, he suddenly became the successor. The last U.S. president since Roosevelt.
But there was still a thorn in his heart.
January 27th.
Bush summoned CIA Director Stanfield Turner, Secretary of Defense General Carl Warnow, Executive Secretary Bahash Johnson, and several staff members.
At first glance, this lineup looks like it's going to be an internal meeting.
And it’s a big deal.
Sure enough, after everyone sat down, Bush took a sip of coffee, looked at them with his hands crossed, smiled, and said casually, "I called you here this time, actually, I just have a suggestion to ask. Please give me your opinion.”
Everyone raised their eyes.
"Carl Warno, please tell me."
The defense chief nodded.
He was lucky because he was somewhat related to Bush Sr. Therefore, during the "Black Hawk Down" post-mortem investigation, Carl Warnow, who was the Chief of Staff of the Army at the time, was promoted to Secretary of Defense.
Although it is said that you can put a dog in this position, but if you don't really put a dog in this position, is he capable? He couldn't control the soldiers and gangsters below at all, and everyone looked at him very unhappy.
This made Carl Warnow a little nervous too.
"The Spanish side wants us to give them military assistance against Mexico."
Everyone frowned. Everyone here is a veteran. Even if you fart, they can smell whether your stomach is in good condition today.
This must be Bush's desire to regain his position.
After all, Victor allows him to bear the insult for a lifetime!
Victor must be overthrown!
No one can offend the United States and still be superior.
Administrative Secretary Bahash Johnson sat next to him. He never took the initiative to express his opinions. Bush was a very proud man and he would not allow others to go against him.
But Stanfield Turner of the CIA is obviously a straight man, the kind of person who eats and poops without leaving anything in his head. He shook his head with a serious expression, "I don't think this is a good choice at this time. Are you sure we Can you overthrow him in one fell swoop?"
"He is like a cockroach in the sewer. If we don't kill him, we will be disgusted."
"How can you destroy your prestige like this? Director Stanfield, our U.S. military is the most powerful. Yes, I admit that the failure of Black Hawk Down is criticized, but it was only a small-scale special operation. We have hundreds of thousands of If the local soldiers press forward, they can completely knock him over..." Carl Warnow shouted.
"Then you will lead the team?"
The director of the CIA asked in return, and the other party was immediately confused. Carl Warnow started hesitating. He felt that the pressure on his shoulders became heavier, and he almost collapsed.
He looked at Bush Sr. as if asking for help. The other person's expression was very calm, but his eyes seemed to say, "Trash!"
"This revenge must be avenged!"
"No one can offend the United States and still be cool behind the scenes. This makes me very embarrassed."
Everyone present has a pretty good relationship with him. If you were someone from the Green Party, see if they would kill you.
Pablo Escobar's North American Narcotics Association didn't do anything after blowing up the Statue of Liberty. Now they are still living and getting "younger". It is said that they have begun to recruit troops aggressively and have directly turned against the Colombian authorities.
His life was still alive, and Bush had the nerve to say this.
"Then what are you going to do, sir?"
Bush wanted to give him a slap!
But reason still allowed him to calm down and take a deep breath, "Send out warships to blockade Mexico's waters, not allowing their ships to go to sea, and ban Mexican commercial trade, and do not allow or accept goods from various countries entering the United States from Mexico. , sanction them commercially, and increase the commercial tax on domestic Mexican companies by 25%!”
Bush finally took up the weapon of "trade".
"Then...this will affect many American companies."
"As long as the Mexicans are killed, these are small sacrifices!" General Carl Warnow said, "I support it."
"I also support, and I think other countries are required to join and promote sanctions against him at the United Nations." An aide commented.
"agree!"
"Agree!"
The CIA director thought about it and nodded in agreement, but he always felt that something was going to happen!
If Victor gave in so easily, would he still be called Victor?
He should be called Hirohito. After all, being a grandson is so easy, and his grandfather is a foreign pipe-smoking man.
"That's it, gentlemen, we can't allow such a tiger to linger in our backyard again, do you understand?"
"Understood!"
...
I can't pee anymore!
Not even a drop of urine left.
On Socorro Island.
A skinny Spanish soldier with a sallow face had dry lips, and he was shaking all over. He wanted to pee, but no water came in. What could he do?
The drinking water had been cut off for a long time, and now he didn't even have the strength to shoot.
But there was a way...
Someone came up with a solution. Deoxyribose is also a liquid, so it shouldn't require drinking water.
But he still couldn't get over this mental barrier.
The Spanish soldier raised his head. The turbulent sea under the dazzling sunlight was so turbulent that he couldn't drink it.
Huh?
Suddenly, he saw a dark object floating out of the sea. He thought he was dazzled and rubbed his eyes.
"Submarine... Submarine! Submarine!"
The soldier shouted and then ran towards the cave, but his steps were really weak and a little soft. In the end, he did not climb up, but slid down.
At this moment, he heard a noisy sound, and a group of wild-looking soldiers and drug dealers rushed down. Each of them had an excited smile on their faces. They passed him and ran towards the submarine.
"I'm saved! I'm saved!"
"Thank you Pablo! Thank you North American Drug Association!!!"
"Hahahaha, I knew it, I'm right to take drugs!!"
What nonsense are these people talking about?
The soldier looked at them in fear and saw them swimming over. People climbed out of the door on the submarine and dropped supplies from it.
The people who swam over dragged the supplies ashore, and on the shore they couldn't wait to open the mineral water and gulp it down!
The man was resurrected in an instant.
"Ah!!!!"
"Thank you Pablo!!!"
The soldier lying on the ground also had red eyes. He stood up and rushed over. He started to drink water and even took a compressed biscuit from the side and ate it vigorously. His cheeks were like a toad.
He raised his head and his ears moved suddenly. He saw a few black spots appearing in the distant sky. His pupils condensed and a terrible fear surged into his heart.
Puff...
He spit it out and shouted heartbreakingly, "Mexico! The Mexicans are coming!!!!"
Everyone looked up and saw three A10 attack aircraft nicknamed "Warthogs" appearing from the horizon. They dived down directly, and the 30mm GAU-8 7-barrel Gatling cannon "sweeped the floor" below!
"Run!!!"
The Spanish soldier screamed and ran away. The bullets were hitting the ground. Such thick bullets hit people and basically they were dead.
The beach was in a mess!
"Shoot, shoot quickly..." An officer desperately pulled out his pistol and shot at the sky, screaming, "Get down! You Mexican bastards, I'm not afraid of you..."
Puff...
As soon as he finished speaking, the head exploded.
The blood instantly turned the body red, and the headless body shook and fell heavily to the ground.
A Spanish soldier hiding behind a boulder and Qingse, trembling, holding a cross tightly in his hand, praying constantly.
But the facts prove...
In front of the bullet, Jesus also has to whisper, "Run!".
An AGM-65 "Cub" air-to-ground missile flew over with a "swoosh" and hit the boulder. With a bang, the Spanish soldier didn't even scream, but was directly blown into ruins!
When the submarine of the drug association saw the plane, it hurriedly prepared to sink, but you are such a big thing, you need time to launch it in a short time.
Such a big thing lying on the sea, isn't it just... a target?
A10 is a fighter, but it also has missiles.
Three "young beasts" directly sent the Type 613 submarine to the sky.
The huge explosion caused an internal explosion. The sound of the explosion was so loud that you could hear it even more than ten kilometers away. The huge fireball roasted the surrounding ocean, and many small fish floated up, still smelling fragrant.
Ten minutes later.
The warthog left the battlefield, patted its butt, and flew towards the air base.
Leaving behind a mess.
Adjutant Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora looked at the beach...
The sand was roasted black, and it was covered with broken limbs. A gust of wind blew, and the strong smell of blood in the air almost made him vomit.
"Beast, beast!!!" The major officer next to him knelt on the ground, covering his face and crying.
This scene...
It's so cruel!
There are at least hundreds of people lying here!
A wave in the sea swept all the corpses into the sea.
Emilio Mora looked at this scene blankly. Is it really meaningful to run so far and die in this archipelago?
He was very confused about the cabinet's decision.
To die for the ambitions of a few politicians?
Emilio Mora hated this feeling of powerlessness!
Your Majesty...
I'll fuck you!
But when someone is uncomfortable, naturally someone is happy.
In the 3rd Air Force Formation at San Ignacio Airport.
Colonel Manfred von Richthofen was training hard. He believed that soldiers needed long-term training, otherwise they would lose their combat effectiveness. He personally took the lead, and the people below naturally cried out.
This is also a major feature of the "new military interest group" such as the Northern Army. At least it has not fallen.
He heard the sound of the aircraft engine, looked up, and saw the Warthog landed safely, and he felt relieved.
Pilots are in the industry of challenging death. You can encounter any danger and enemy situation in the sky. Every time, Manfred von Richthofen is very worried, but soldiers exist to provoke danger!
"Colonel, the Governor's Office is calling!" An officer ran over and shouted.
Manfred von Richthofen's eyebrows jumped, he trotted over and asked the person beside him, "Who called?"
"General."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Manfred glared at the other party, ran to the office breathlessly, picked up the phone, took a deep breath, let his breath steady, and shouted loudly, "General!"
Victor's ears were a little deafened, and he moved the microphone away.
I don't know where it came from, recently the other end of the phone calls are very loud, and then call generals, and some call loyalty. Anyway, there are all kinds of things now, but Victor didn't prohibit it.
What is this called?
This is called love!
Victor smiled and praised him, "Well done, you did a good job, the Governor's Office will give you a collective second-class merit, I hope you will continue to work hard."
"Yes, General!" Manfred von Richthofen said excitedly.
"However, there is one more thing that needs to be handed over to your 3rd formation. I wonder if you dare to accept it."
Manfred von Richthofen is still young. He is not yet 30 years old. A 28-year-old colonel is simply a representative of impulsiveness and ruthlessness. However, can you find a colonel at this age in other places?
It's simply a fantasy.
Oh, it's possible in the Soviet Union.
How does a joke go?
A general and his grandson went for a walk. The grandson asked, "Grandpa, can I be a general?"
Grandpa said, "Of course."
"Then can I be a marshal?"
"No, the marshal also has his own nephew."
Northern Mexico is more like an "Eden" of the political system. As long as you have the ability, you can take off.
Victor and other military people don't suppress you at all.
They hope that more and more capable people will rise up and work with them to maintain justice in this world!
Hearing Victor's words, Manfred von Richthofen shouted loudly, "General, my life and my fighter are ready to sacrifice for you! Victory!!"
Look, this is loyalty.
Young man, I think you look like a general.
"The American warships sneaked into our waters, let's bomb them and teach them a lesson, and let the arrogant and rampant jackals be buried in the ocean!"
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