Chapter 361 The Fox of Mexico!

On the third day of the "Cancun drug riots."

The Fourth Marine Division of Northern Mexico, with five integrated regiments of approximately 22,000 people, marched south from Coahuila to Nuevo Leona!

It is bound to give the Mexican Northern Army a military seaport connecting the Gulf of Mexico and the Bay of Campeche!

From here, if necessary, the Navy can rush directly to Houston within two hours. From the perspective of strategic goals, it will be completely beneficial without any harm.

This was the tone held by the "Staff Department" for a long time, but because the first three Marine Divisions were stationed locally, they were afraid to take action, so they planned to hand it over to Rommel after he had established combat effectiveness.

But everyone knows that the general provides him with a stage for "performance". As long as he performs well, maybe he can reach a higher level!

I heard that a group army is being formed.

Everyone can see Viktor's love for Rommel.

It's really the treatment of a direct descendant.

On a hillside in the border city of Monclova in Coahuila state, the security guard looked around nervously, fearing that drug dealers would get involved. This place was less than 3 miles away from drug dealers!

You can see the bunkers and defensive offensives built on the opposite side.

Rommel was watching with a telescope, and he was accompanied by Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock and many regiment-level cadres. If a shot came over, he would die before he could get out of the battle.

I have to say that Rommel was very courageous.

"The drug dealers' defense lines are so dense." Fedor von Bock murmured, "It seems that the only way to attack them is to gather heavy artillery groups. I don't believe they will not collapse."

"How many shells are needed?"

"How long will it take?"

“How much energy does it take?”

Rommel asked three questions in a row with an expressionless face, which silenced the staff.

Mexico's so-called anti-drug war has been going on for more than a year and a half. Anyone with a strong learning ability has learned how to defend themselves after being beaten to a pulp by the Northern Army's heavy artillery and bombing.

Dig a tunnel!

It extends in all directions, and even in order to prevent so-called ground-penetrating bombs from forming hollow effects, these drug dealers even hired physicists to study angles that can reduce damage.

They are very smart.

Everyone is making progress.

There are many scholars in the United States next door, and they are happy to accept such orders. Drug dealers have more money anyway.

Who can have trouble with money?

"What happened to the wooden tank I asked you to make?" Rommel turned around and asked.

"More than 100 tools have been made... Commander, what are these wood used for?" Fedor von Bock asked.

"map!"

The guard behind him quickly took out a map, and the two of them pulled away.

"I plan to arrange for a tank company and 100 tanks to be placed in Saltillo, 300 kilometers away, to give the illusion of a mass charge. What do you think the drug dealers will do?"

Rommel did not wait for their answer, pointed at several cities on both sides of Monterey and said, "They will support it. If Monterey is captured, the situation is over."

"After confusing the situation, gather the remaining tank regiments from Monclova to attack Anahuac in the east, bypass the defense line in front of you, occupy the guard immediately, and then divide the troops into three groups to sweep. At this time, the drug traffickers will definitely We are in a dilemma. If we leave, we are afraid that Monterey will fall. If we don't leave, we are afraid that if we go south from the northwest, they will also fall apart. The initiative is in our hands. "

cunning!

Weird!

cunning!

These few words came to Chief of Staff Blog’s mind.

Can the war still be fought like this?

He raised his head and frowned, "What if those tanks are discovered by the other side?"

"In the anti-drug war, we are always the active attacker. The drug dealers we beat screamed. Do you think they will charge towards the "tank group" at night? Even if it is fake, do they dare to bet? Tomorrow morning at 2 At that time, the weather forecast showed light rain and low visibility, which was the best opportunity to attack." Rommel said with squinting eyes.

The blogger took a deep breath.

When they served as the commander of the fourth battalion, the battalion commander showed a fighting style of daring to fight and rush forward, which is commonly known as: people are dead and eggs are thrown into the sky, fiercely attacking the enemy camp, and as long as a hole is opened, the battle situation will tilt.

But now that he became the division commander directly, Rommel began to attack from the aspects of weather, geography, and psychology. This is the quality that a "handsome" should have.

"You go and take charge of Saltillo."

The blogger didn't say anything, he just saluted with both legs and went down to make arrangements.

Rommel looked at the defensive position in front of him, turned around and left!

The rain is coming!

Let Nuevo Leon become your place of fame!

In order to prevent the US military's military satellite positioning, Rommel applied for two EA-18G electronic warfare aircraft and electronic shielding in some areas so that they would not be seen by the "eye in the sky".

In fact, Americans don’t have the energy now.

Political chaos at home and widespread chaos in Cancun abroad have upset Congress, who are discussing whether to send an aircraft carrier for maintenance.

But I was afraid that Victor would react too strongly.

Playing with birds all day long, well, now I get pecked by a bird.

They all regard all drug dealers as ordinary chamber pots.

Brother, you are playing with your life, who will play house with you?

It's half past ten in the morning.

The light rain came as expected.

There was the sound of raindrops hitting the windows in the darkness.

Zhizhizhi~

The wipers swished against the glass, making a squeaking sound.

With the help of Mexico's Special Mission Intelligence Service, Ethan Hunter escaped from the Yucatan Peninsula on a cruise ship and was taken to Palenque in Chiapas.

He was originally going to Tijuana, but he was sent here to serve as the director of Confederate intelligence. He was responsible for all Union intelligence agencies, including the Special Mission Intelligence Service.

The main task is to sabotage and assassinate important targets and personnel.

After all, after staying in the south for so long, you always know who is more awesome, right? No one knows the dirty things inside better than him.

With the rank of major general, he concurrently serves as the honorary principal of the Mexican Intelligence School and the deputy director of the Mexican General Intelligence Agency.

Victor is not stingy with his subordinates at all.

As long as you have merit and don't take drugs or sell drugs, you can climb up the ranks. .

A luxurious sound sounded in the room, followed by a short roar and a final sprint.

The bed just stopped.

A hand stretched out from the quilt and fumbled to turn on the light. Ethan Hunter poked his head out, picked up a cigarette, and lit one for himself.

A cigarette later, he lived longer than the immortal Sai.

A head emerged from the bed, with blue eyes, blond hair, and a lazy face, with the smell of a young woman on its face, lying contentedly in his arms.

Ethan Hunter is also great.

Gun King!

He met this woman when he was visiting the ancient city of Palenque and the National Park. She was wearing sunglasses and looked arrogant.

Ethan Hunter fell in love with her pair, and he swore that he fainted.

Just dandy.

Within a few hours, we made an appointment to have dinner and drinks together in the evening, and things just took their own course.

MD!

It would be a shame not to be a duck.

If they go to Japan, what kind of job will those cowherds have?

It can only be said that he is gifted and there is no other way.

"I'm going back to the United States tomorrow." The woman raised her head and looked at his side face, stretched out her hand and touched the prickly beard and said.

Ethan Hunter hugged her tightly, his eyes a little reluctant, but he forced a smile and nodded.

Without saying a word, just such an action made the woman feel more comfortable.

The tight hug showed that he was not just playing for fun, but subconsciously reluctant to let go. He smiled, knowing that the two of them were just open-air mandarin ducks.

In fact...Ethan Hunter didn't want to take responsibility at all.

What a joke.

The man is half drunk and will act until you cry.

What you think is affectionate is just a pre-arranged game.

Sure enough, the woman felt the strength of the arms and felt relieved. She lowered her head and kissed Ethan Hunter's X00X, "I had a fight with my husband and we are divorcing."

divorce?

It turned out to be a young woman, indeed XXX!

Ethan Hunter didn't speak, and the woman continued to talk to herself, "He has many women outside, and when I found out, I can get 25% to 30% of her assets, which is about 1.1 billion U.S. dollars. "

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Ethan Hunter's trachea was blocked and he coughed hard. One of his eyes was big and the other was small.

? ? ? ?

Did I hook up with a rich woman again?

Forehead? Why use it?

Ethan Hunter looked down at him, his tone trembling, "What does he do?"

"A telecommunications company and a shipping company."

You can get so much property after divorce.

No wonder there is a classic sentence in "Shameless (US Version) Season 6 Episode 5": You don't realize that God has installed an ATM between your legs.

"Life is a mess. Everyone has secrets. You don't need to tell me." Ethan Hunter looked at her and said gently.

Treat rich women with respect.

And the other party seems to be well taken care of. She will talk about everything. If you encounter such a cruel person, you will get both the people and the money.

I definitely don’t know that people’s hearts are sinister.

Family conditions should have been very good since childhood.

It is completely different from the kind of people who fight from the grassroots level.

The woman lay quietly in his arms, and the two of them continued this kind of action for more than ten minutes, "He is over sixty years old, thirty years older than me. He is impotent and can no longer use it, but he doesn't admit it. It's just for fun." Very perverted."

"I'm only thirty years old. There's no way I'm going to be a widow."

That’s right, a woman at thirty is like a wolf and a tiger, and at forty she can breathe and vomit while sitting on the ground.

"Can you accompany me to America?"

Ethan Hunter's hands were shaking, he swallowed his saliva, and then shook his head, with a firm look in his eyes as if he wanted to join the party, "I have my own job here, and maybe the money I earn is far less than your property." , but...as a man, you don't want me to just eat soft food."

"But don't worry, no matter what, if you come, I will wait for you."

A lot of gossip.

"I liked you the first time I saw you. I like you, not because of who you are, but because I like the feeling of being with you."

The woman immediately hugged his neck, kissed him, and then... rode on him.

"Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!"

The bed shook again.

Young people don't know moderation.

Ethan Hunter's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he was a little weak.

"If, if you can't stay here, you can go to the United States. If you want to start a business, I can support you. If you want to enter politics, I can also support you. My family has some influence in the United States, and my uncles are all members of Congress."

? ? ?

Uncles…

Member?

Ethan Hunter suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, "You...what's your name?"

The woman was silent for a moment, "Pernilai, Pernilai Kennedy."

"My father's name is John."

Ga~

Ethan Hunter whipped it out immediately.

I almost rolled my eyes.

NMD, I just found someone in the ancient city to have sex with, and ended up dating a kid from the Kennedy family? ? !

Do you want to be so bloody?

"Are you scared?"

Pernilai looked at him, "They all said that we are a family cursed by God."

Ethan Hunter stared at her. The other person's tone was casual, but it made him very unhappy. I am a master of artillery. He hugged her and said, "God? God should be afraid of my curse!"

"From now on, just follow me. Don't worry, anyone who dares to deal with you will be against me."

Ethan Hunt is talking about passion.

But there were still two sentences left before he finished speaking.

Whoever is against my boss!

Who is going against the hundreds of thousands of Mexican Northern Army troops.

Pernilai Kennedy smiled and hugged her like a kitten.

Ethan Hunter looked at the drizzle outside the window with a bitter look on his face.

Farke!

Men who can't control their lower body are really prone to suffering.

No, this matter must be reported to the general.

We have to carry it together.

As expected, he is a good subordinate of Victor.

When I was doing X, I didn’t think about him. Now I’m better. When I take responsibility, I think about myself.

Ethan Hunter doesn't feel shy at all.

I have shed blood for the party and the country!

and…

Could this woman be useful to the Northern Army?

He looked down at Pernile Kennedy, kissed her forehead, and turned off the light.

Why…

Then I can only contribute a little more, and I should still be able to squeeze in some.

There's a lot of gunfire here.

The front line over there was also under heavy fire.

According to Rommel's plan, Saltillo looked like a group of tanks charging, but it was actually just wood + four wheels, which looked very heavy.

Taking advantage of the rainy night, they entered Nuevo Leon State.

The movement he made was loud and not hidden at all, and he was quickly discovered by the drug dealers.

In the increasingly heavy rain and darkness, we saw a bunch of tanks speeding towards us in the distance, which frightened the drug dealers' faces.

"Quick, call for support, there are 100, no, 300 tanks attacking the west side, please support, please support!" the drug trafficker leader said in a panic.

"Brother-in-law, no, company commander, let's run, we can't bear it." A second lieutenant next to him had a pale expression and his arms trembled.

"Run? Your head will be gone by then. Don't run! Support will be here soon."

The drug dealer leader glanced at his wife's brother and took a deep breath, "Didn't Mexico City send a batch of goods? Give them to the brothers to smoke."

The ensign looked nervous and embarrassed...and stood still.

"So? Go quickly!"

"Brother-in-law, that item...has been sold."

The drug dealer leader opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the other person, almost lost his breath, kicked him over, and cursed.

This is how it is at the grassroots level. After the drug dealers get the goods, they sell most of them. The money goes into the pockets of the commanders, and the soldiers below... no, cannon fodder, get nothing at all.

"How many more are there?"

“890 grams…”

Almost close to 1.8 pounds...

The leader twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his head, let the raindrops fall and hit his face, gritted his teeth, "Give the brothers money and tell them to persist for one hour, 200 US dollars!"

The second lieutenant looked distressed.

"Go! Do you want to die here?"

"Yes, yes." The other party ran over quickly.

"Come on! You bastards from the north!" The drug dealer leader looked at the voice coming from the rainy night and tightly held the gun in his hand.

Those who didn’t know better thought he was a positive character.

"A group of 300 tanks attacked the flank"

This news frightened the headquarters in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, to the point where sleepyheads woke up and quickly called out the American advisers.

A group of people gathered around the map.

"I think we need support. If we break through the defense line, we can reach Monterey within four hours." An American adviser frowned and said.

"Does the Northern Army have 300 tanks? Well, damn, with the configuration of a Soviet division, how can the Northerners be so arrogant?" Someone objected, "The frontline soldiers must have seen it wrong."

"Can you bet?" the American consultant looked at him and asked.

The other person was speechless, frowning and smoking.

"If we move our troops there, the initiative will be completely out of our hands. Perhaps we should turn our passivity into an initiative. The two Monterey regiments will rush directly into Avila state. They will definitely not dare to attack again." The young-looking officer pointed at the map and said.

The American advisor looked at him, "Who are you?"

"Sir, Federico Ferrari Orsi, staff officer of the 1st Regiment of the Mexico City Brigade."

"Get out, low-level officers." The American raised his eyebrows and scolded.

Federico was dumbfounded and opened his mouth. He felt humiliated and wanted to speak, but was forced out by two guards.

"It's really a whimsical tactic!" He also heard the disdainful voice of the American adviser, "Rescue, just do as I say. Our American army has experience, and this is definitely the main force of the Northern Army!"

Federico Ferrari Orsi was heartbroken after hearing this, and shouted, "No, I can't go, I'm too passive... Wuwuwu!"

The guard next to him covered his mouth.

What kind of bike does a junior officer want?

Just like the "hammock system" in the Japanese army, people at the bottom cannot oppose the top, and they have to be beaten.

The drug dealers in the Monterrey headquarters looked at each other and finally agreed with this view.

Order the nearby reinforcements to move closer to the defense line!

The tank group must be held.

"Quick, quick, quick! Gather!" An emergency assembly sounded in a military camp 39 kilometers away from the defense line, and a group of people quickly assembled. 40 minutes later, a regiment of more than 3,000 people drove towards the destination.

And on the mountain directly opposite the military camp.

An infrared telescope stared at them intently.

"Report to the headquarters, the bait is out."

Someone next to him began to convey the message with a portable communication device.

These scouts had been sent out long ago.

When Rommel, who was stationed in a small town in southern Coahuila, received the enemy's support, he breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately turned expressionless and looked at the map.

"I order!"

The staff behind him took a pen to record what the general wanted to say.

"According to the plan, the tank group will charge, the 330th and 334th Regiments will attack, cut off the national road, and attack Villardama, and the 335th Regiment will raid the inner center along the Falcon River."

"Launch, the Battle of Nuevo León!"

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