Chapter 362 The Art of War!

Chapter 362 The Art of War!

Boom!

The rain was getting heavier, and a purple thunder struck down angrily, exploding beside my ears.

The weather forecast seemed to be inaccurate. Is this what a light rain is like?

The drug dealers who were originally on guard were also dozing off.

In a monitoring room, there were three or four people sitting inside, dozing off. There were also more than a dozen large screens, showing several important targets in the city of "Anahuac".

Drug dealers are not primitive people, they certainly know how to use modern tools.

Dinglingling~

The phone on the table suddenly rang, and the few people watching the surveillance were startled.

"Fuck, who calls in the middle of the night." A bearded man was sleeping in a daze, his eyes were a little red, and he cursed unhappily, picked up the phone and answered it, but he didn't curse, he also knew that it might be the superior who was checking on him.

"We have received intelligence from our superiors that the Northern Army may launch a military operation. You should pay attention."

The bearded man: "Yes, sir, we are all staring, nothing will happen."

The person on the other side hummed, comforted a few words, and hung up the phone.

The bearded man stood up and looked outside. It was pouring rain. He frowned and said, "In this shitty weather, will the Northern Army come? They are all curled up in the quilt hugging women."

The colleague next to him laughed.

A skinny man yawned, picked up the cigarette on the table, held it in his mouth, tilted his head and prepared to light it. Suddenly, he saw something wrong in the monitor in front of him?

He stood up in confusion and squinted his eyes to get closer.

The monitoring pixels are not good...

"Tank...Tank!!" He opened his eyes suddenly and screamed.

Boom! ! !

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of artillery fire in the rainy night.

A church on the outer wall of Anahuac collapsed!

The bearded man was stunned, then shuddered, his face changed drastically, and he ran over and pressed a red button on the wall.

Suddenly, a rapid alarm sounded in the city of Anahuac!

Seven or eight blue flares were fired from the city, illuminating the entire sky.

Then he saw outside...

The ferocious steel beast rushed over in the rain.

"Soldiers!"

"Honor belongs to Victor, glory belongs to the cavalry regiment!"

On the radio, Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann, deputy commander of the cavalry regiment of the 4th Marine Division, launched a pre-war mobilization on the intercom.

"I will lead the charge!!!"

"High-explosive shells, volley! Ready! Fire!"

40 M1A1 main battle tanks charged sideways, automatically loaded, and raised their muzzles slightly, boom!

One shot, no matter what steel and iron you have, they will become rotten things.

A pickup truck came out of the alley, and with a chic and elegant sound, the drug dealer in the back seat was almost thrown off, but he quickly adjusted his body and operated the ZPU-1 anti-aircraft machine gun in his back pocket, firing horizontally!

"Ah!!!!!!"

The drug dealer who fired the gun had thick hands, and his arms were thicker than his calves, but he still looked weak under the recoil of the machine gun, trembling a little, his face flushed, and his mouth made a sharp cry.

Bang, bang, bang!

You want to blow up the M1A1 main battle tank from the front?

Are you kidding?

Its shortcomings are on the sides and top. If you encounter it on the battlefield in the future, remember to move flexibly, avoid its smoothbore gun, and then slide to the side with a shovel and stick a C4.

As long as you are flexible...

You will...

Be careful in your next life.

The M1A1 main battle tank that was hit was also a little annoyed, and the 7.62mm machine guns on both sides were fired at the front!

Swish, swish, swish...

The two sides were shooting at each other on the street at the entrance of the city!

Bang... Puff!

Half of the machine gunner's head exploded like a watermelon, and the firepower stopped abruptly...

The body of the truck was shot into a sieve.

Blood slowly slid down the tires.

In front of the steel torrent, everything is a paper tiger!

After the M1A1 main battle tank entered the city and entered the street fighting, the deputy commander Michel Wittmann ordered to replace the fuel-air explosive bomb!

Fight a street fight with you?

You wish!

There is a subject called "Tank Modernization" in the Northern Military Academy.

Many people were invited to discuss and study. If the tank is restricted in mobility and artillery attack range, it will be no different from an ordinary garbage truck.

If it stops, it will be beaten.

So someone came up with an idea.

Bomb it!

No matter how high the building or obstacle is, blow it up. One fuel-air explosive bomb is enough to blow up a four-story building, right?

There are no tall buildings around the bombing, so it is "flat ground".

Isn't it very suitable for tanks to maneuver?

Well...

If the city is blown up, it can be rebuilt at worst.

It saves the demolition fee.

Do you want drug dealers to carry explosives and die together with M1A1 main battle tanks?

If they have this ability, why are they drug dealers?

Pah!

It's not that I look down on them, but these people are still criminals in nature. Extreme refiners will not sacrifice their lives for the organization.

When the follow-up infantry caught up, the iconic buildings in the city were basically blown up, and the telecommunications building... was shaking, and the load-bearing walls below were all destroyed by a single shot.

There were cries everywhere.

Panic civilians ran away with their belongings and families, and some people were even wearing slippers.

In the war...

They were like duckweed, and could only be forced to get involved.

The attack was launched at 2 a.m.

At 2:45, the tanks broke through Anahuac!

In an open space outside the city, Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann got off the car and issued an order to refuel, "Twenty minutes of rest!"

The command's combat plan was to use the tanks to break through the enemy's city during the rainy night. The city now had no walls. After rushing in, they bombarded the enemy's city and caused chaos, and then the follow-up infantry was deployed.

The main attack was a lightning attack.

Michel Wittmann touched the tank body, which was covered with scars. He looked around and found that there were 38 tanks left in the two battalions. One of them was unlucky and was hit by the drug dealers on the track and got stuck directly...

Then it was hit by the drug dealers' rockets and exploded.

Another one was obviously a driver problem...

It rushed straight to the bottom of a shaking building and crushed him when it collapsed.

"Sir, have a piece of bread." The members of the same crew handed him a piece of military bread. Michel Wittmann was not polite and tore open the vacuum packaging and started to bite.

Don't think this thing tastes good. It's hard. It's good to eat it. It's also good to add a small piece of cheese and beef.

It can be seen from this that Victor wants to build a perfect logistics support system for the troops as much as possible, but this is also very difficult.

The Mexican army still has a long way to go.

For example...

Garrison in the United States.

Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittman looked at his watch, "Get up! Keep moving! Gentlemen, the general is watching us in Tijuana, for victory, move forward!"

The exhausted tank soldiers suddenly felt excited.

This is actually the spirit of faith.

For example, if you are asked to work overtime at 12 o'clock every day, you will scold the boss for not treating you as a human being and you will die suddenly.

But if you know that what you do can be entered into the ancestral hall, can be written into the county annals, city annals, and even national records, and you are offered the first incense on Qingming Festival, I am afraid many people are willing to die.

Now, the general is a spiritual belief.

As long as he gives an order, the three armies will fight for their lives!

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On the western battlefield, Major General Fedor von Bock, Chief of Staff of the 4th Marine Division, was in charge, and the main strategy was to move if the enemy did not move, and see who could survive.

Anyway, they were not the main force.

But he certainly had strategic foresight. He knew that when the battle on the northeastern battlefield started, the enemy would definitely understand the combat intentions of the Northern Army, and would either be at a loss or be bold and swallow the feint force.

The most important point is that after the rain cleared and the sun came out, the tank group would definitely be exposed.

So people gathered and placed the artillery, and as long as they saw the drug dealers on the opposite side move, they would bombard them.

Because most of the troops were new recruits, Fedor von Bock could feel the uneasiness in the troops, so he took people to inspect each company at night to boost morale.

And at a company station, standing on an armored vehicle, waving his hands, "According to the order of the Governor's Office, when we take over Nuevo León, we will carry out reforms. You, no matter what your household registration is, will be allocated land!"

"And those lands will belong to you forever!"

"You can grow corn, potatoes, and avocados on them. The Governor's Office will cover you. As long as you are willing, you can sell them to the government, and your family will have an extra income!"

"Your family does not have to work for those farmers, nor do you have to beg the rich and bureaucrats in the village community to provide you with seeds."

"You will fully enjoy the ownership of the land!"

"This is not my Mexico, nor the general's Mexico. Gentlemen, you are fighting for your Mexico!"

Dividing the land? !

The recruits below were stunned. Some of them were educated, but most of them had primary school education. There were also illiterates. The illiteracy rate in Mexico is about 6%.

The land system in Mexico has undergone many changes, from the "Carpui" system of the ancient Aztecs, to the land distribution during the Spanish colonial period, to the land reform in the early 20th century.

Especially in the early 20th century, most of the land in Mexico was concentrated in the hands of bureaucrats, the rich, the Catholic Church and foreign investors, which led to Article 27 of the Mexican Constitution in 1917, which stipulated that the ownership of all land and rivers within the territory of the country belonged to the state. The state had the right to grant the land rights it enjoyed to private individuals, but it could also expropriate private land based on public use.

In other words, since the 19th century, many grassroots lands have actually been taken away by the Americans. There is no difference between you, the peasants, and the slaves. You can only work for them.

Does it look like... local tyrants and evil gentry?

This is also one of the reasons why internationalist fighters like Che Guevara and certain speeches can be implemented in Latin America.

Liberation theology is one of the representatives.

In essence, they are exploited.

The Americans lie on a group of people and suck themselves full.

Victor has long wanted to move these lands. He does not allow his lifeline to be in the hands of farmers. It should belong to the majority of Mexicans.

If it were someone else, they might take it slowly, spend decades, and finally compromise with capital.

But Victor won’t…

He has offended everyone, including the bureaucrats, the rich, the Catholic Church, and foreign investors.

He just flipped the table and quit!

He set up his own military interest group, and most of the new recruits are “good kids” from poor families. Do you think they will sympathize with the capitalist class?

Conquer Nuevo Leon and implement land distribution!

All Mexicans can be the masters of their own country.

"Long live!!!"

After hearing the words of Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock, after a moment of silence, they raised their hands and cheered loudly.

But at this moment, gunfire sounded not far away.

"General! It's moving. The drug traffickers' defense line at the border has been compressed and they are shelling us!" A staff officer trotted over and said.

Fedor von Bock's eyes lit up, he took a deep breath, and felt the passion surging, and shouted loudly, "Go south!"

"Go south!"

"Go south!"

I don’t know who started shouting, but everyone shouted in unison.

"On my order, the artillery positions open fire!"

More than 100 artillery pieces of various types blasted towards the border line.

I'll blow up every grave for you.

The two sides launched a large-scale artillery battle in the border area.

At this time, inside the Monterey headquarters.

Extraordinarily quiet!

Unexpectedly, the Northern Army was playing dirty tricks. They rushed straight from the northeast and defeated three small towns. It didn't look like much, but the defensive line was disrupted.

The central region was vacated.

"Hurry up and call the border troops back!" the American adviser glared and said, "We must withstand the opponent's impact."

Although the drug dealers don't know how to fight, they also understand that this Yankee is not a professional.

"Call back Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi." A sinister-looking leader said in a deep voice.

He is the governor of Nuevo Leon, a member of the Institutional Party, and the leader of the "Forces of Nuevo Leon" - José Andrés Guardado.

This force was established in 1966 and has a history of several decades. It mainly deals in drug trafficking and smuggling. It even sells these drugs to other regions by sea and owns its own cargo ships, although it looks inconspicuous in Mexico.

But those who stood out had been killed long ago.

The main focus is to make a fortune in a low profile.

When the American adviser heard what he said, he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "You want to find that low-level officer? I only understand military affairs, what does he know!"

His saliva squirted out.

Jose Andres Guardado looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes gradually became fierce, he grabbed his head and pressed it on the table, picked up the pen, and inserted it into his eyes!

"TMD, in the Mexican drug cartel, if you are incompetent, you will be killed. I have tolerated you for a long time, you stinking bastard!"

The American consultant is already in pain.

The people next to him were silent.

"Go find someone!"

Soon, Staff Officer Federico Ferrari Orsi was called over. He looked at the American consultant on the ground and was obviously startled.

José Andres Guardado grabbed his hand.

"From now on, you will be responsible for fully commanding the operations against the Northern Army."

Federico's heart stopped, then beat rapidly.

A feeling of being trusted came over me instantly.

Although drug traffickers are illiterate, they also understand that professional matters are left to professionals. Otherwise, why would they trust American consultants so much?

I don’t think he is awesome.

But he can be fooled around.

When Federico learned that the Northern Army had entered the territory, he frowned.

"Now, all we have to do is make a desperate move!"

He pointed on the map with his hand, "I led people through the city of Mina, rushed into the state of Coahuila, cut off the retreat of his feint attack troops, and then pressed all the troops on it, trying to defeat them all, and then I could counterattack and enter." , destroying local facilities and confusing the situation, but this way we have a glimmer of hope."

Put yourself to death and live again.

Although a bunch of drug dealers don't understand it, they think it's awesome.

"What do you need!"

"Money, a lot of money, I want to mobilize for war, and I also need to hand over the most elite "Monterey Division" to me."

When the drug trafficker leader Guardado heard this, he hesitated.

The Monterey Division knew by name that it was going to surround the capital.

"I can give you three regiments and leave the remaining one here."

Staff Officer Federico glanced at him when he heard this. He was just talking about it, but he didn't expect that the other party actually gave it all.

The boots clicked.

stand at attention!

“Pledge to defend Nuevo León.”

"Leave it to you!"

Guardado said, grabbing his hand tightly.

He doesn't want to be displaced either.

We can only fight back.

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