Chapter 386: Fine grape wine in a luminous cup, you and the bunker fly together!
The largest prison in the First Republic.
"Miguel Hidalgo Costilla" prison.
This is named after the father of Mexican justice, who promoted judicial reform.
But it is obvious that in this country, you have to rely on guns to teach these bastards how to "obey the law".
This prison can accommodate about 13,000 serious criminals.
And it is not the National Guard, but the regular army. There are about two battalions stationed here. If they are pulled to the front line, they can at least resist a regiment of drug dealers. This is one of the reasons why Victor wants to kill all the drug dealers.
It's a waste of troops!
And these drug dealers are not honest!
In this prison, there are fights, and sometimes they turn into murders. When drug addiction comes, they will attack law enforcement officers.
The prison is located in Durango State and covers an area of more than 25 square kilometers. It seems that these drug dealers are not kept in vain, but also need to open up wasteland. They are considered an alternative "pioneer group".
At this time, more than a dozen drug dealers were bending over to dig potatoes, their faces full of sweat.
One of them had a tattoo of Jesus on his left hand and Satan on his right hand. He was bald, but he walked with a limp. He didn't look like a good person.
"Brother Scott!"
A fat man approached cautiously, looked around vigilantly, and saw the guard in the distance. He secretly took out a cigarette from his crotch and handed it over carefully.
The strong man's glasses lit up, and he couldn't wait to tear the cigarette open, put the nicotine inside into his mouth and chewed it hard. Tears almost came out.
I don't know if it was because of the smoke or because he was moved.
"It tastes good!!"
In prison, you want to smoke? Impossible!
You can't even eat enough. If you eat enough, you will make trouble.
A cigarette can kill a person in prison.
But there are also some guards who sell it secretly in there. After all, where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes. Many things can't be controlled. As for lighters? Don't even think about it, just chew it raw.
"There's news from outside that the Popovich government has sent out 200,000 troops to overthrow Victor's regime!"
"200,000?"
Scott stared, "So many people?"
It's not too much to claim 100,000 as 200,000.
"It shouldn't be fake. A tyrant like Victor is hated by the heavens and the people. Someone must deal with him. Brother, if we can reach Durango, we will be free." The fat man's tone was still excited.
Scott was also shaking slightly, and his eyes were red.
I really want to die after staying in this place for so long.
"Should we let the brothers respond? We'll grab the weapons from the guards and fight them out when the time comes?"
"No, don't be in a hurry. Let's wait and see. If Victor wins, we will be liquidated at that time, which will be a loss. But we still have to contact other people, the Michoacan family, the Cavalry of God, and the Sinaloa Group, and let each other know."
The fat man nodded, "Brother, you've thought deeply about it. OK, I'll find a way to tell them when the time comes."
Bang bang bang~
Just then, the horn for the end of work sounded, and all the drug dealers were busy trotting with tools to line up. This is in their bones... subconscious.
Singing labor reform and returning to the prison, someone will bring dinner.
Six people live in a room of about 35 square meters, with a big bunk bed. No matter what your identity is, you live like this.
Bang~
When the prison door was closed, Scott always felt something was wrong for some reason, and he was very uneasy. His left eyebrow was jumping like a motor.
"Brother, why do I feel my heart is beating so fast!" The fat man, who was in the same cell with him, whispered while holding his chest.
"Do you feel this way too?" Another person in the cell asked in surprise.
"Me too."
The people next door also spoke up, and everyone suddenly became quiet.
The sixth sense is sometimes very accurate. They didn't get killed on the battlefield because they ran away when they felt danger, didn't they?
"What is this!!"
Suddenly, someone in the outermost cell screamed.
Scott and others hurriedly looked sideways, and saw a ball of white fog spraying out from the pipe mouth, covering the front cell in an instant, and heard the sound of banging and roaring inside.
"!!! What... what is that?" The fat man's face was pale.
But no one could answer this question, and no one knew.
The thick fog soon swept the entire cell, and Scott took a deep breath. Hmm? He actually felt the sweet taste of apples?
Just as he was about to speak, his mind went blank, and then his whole body became hot, and it felt like something was about to come out of his throat.
"It's... poisonous!"
With a bang, he fell to the ground and began to twitch.
"Ah!!!"
The fat man knelt on the ground, scratching his face with his sharp nails. In an instant, his face was bloody, but he was still scratching. His eyes were full of scarlet, and finally congested, with his mouth open, curled up like a shrimp.
Thousands of people in the entire prison were in such a miserable state, but there were also some small wailing sounds.
About an hour later, the tightly closed iron door was opened.
Hundreds of people wrapped in protective clothing walked in, holding submachine guns in their hands.
"Search! Don't leave a single person alive, carry the bodies to the car." The leader said calmly, as if the death of thousands of people in front of him was just a common thing.
"Yes!"
Hundreds of people began to act.
"Help...Help, save me..." A drug dealer with a face covered with hemorrhoids stretched out his hand from the cell. You could see the abscesses all over the back of his hand, shouting weakly and desperately.
"In the next life, remember to be grateful to the general!" A man stood next to him, pointed the gun at his head, and suddenly...
Kill him directly!
The general's kindness will never be forgotten!
loyalty!
Two people carried the body in pairs and walked out of the prison. There were more than 20 troop carriers parked outside with the words: "Aftermath and Execution Company!"
You can see people coming in and out of four or five prisons. They throw the bodies in the car. When it is full, they pull the car and drive up the mountain. A hill has been hollowed out. The body of the Durango drug dealer will be there. Hit buried here!
There were armed military police standing around to prevent anyone from entering the area by mistake.
It's just an abbreviation...
The same is true for several other large prisons in the north.
In just three days.
All the 110,000 drug dealers were cleaned out, the prison was cleaned inside and out, disinfected and ventilated, and the beds were even thoughtfully replaced.
Just waiting for the next batch of unlucky ones.
Of course, Victor did it very cleanly. No one knows. Even if there are rumors outside, it doesn't matter. Everyone's attention is attracted by the "war". If Victor falls to the ground, is it the collapse of Victor's government or his move south to dominate? It's been a few days.
And in Monterey.
Jose Andres Guardado was entertaining Phillips and others.
He also called some famous ladies to accompany him, but they all looked mediocre, and the gangsters were obviously very unhappy.
Guardado sighed, the good-looking ones had run away long ago, and half of Monterey was destroyed by bombs and was in ruins.
There were only a few hundred people left under him. If there was no support, he would really have no choice but to retreat. With a forced smile on his face, he stood up and held the wine glass, "Mr. Alex, thank you very much for your help." Come support Monterrey, and on behalf of the more than three million people in this city, I want to thank you.”
"There are still three million people in Monterey now? There are not many left." The deputy brigade commander next to him said with a smile.
These words were so direct that they made Guardado blush.
"What a waste." I don't know who said it, and his subordinates stood up angrily, "What did you say!"
"What's wrong? Don't let anyone talk anymore? If you have a temper, don't ask us for help, bah!"
"I see you really want to fight, bastard!"
Seeing that the two sides were about to start fighting, Guardado scolded, "That's enough! Shut up!"
He looked at Alex, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and took a deep breath. "Sir, our skills are inferior to others, but you must also be careful. The Northern Army is not easy to defeat. They must be holding back some bad news."
"Don't worry, we are facing the 4th Marine Division. Their commander was killed by us, so what strength can they have? Wait for us to rest for two days and then rush into Coahuila in one go." Eric S. Phillips stood up as he spoke and patted his butt, "If nothing happens, let's leave first. The environment here... is a mess."
"Come on, let's go back and drink!"
After saying that, they left with the senior officials of the 61st Brigade. When they left, many people smiled disdainfully at Guardado and others.
"Hold!"
He was so angry that he overturned the table, frowned, and had a sullen face.
The four regiments of the 61st Brigade were placed separately. The artillery regiment and the 157th Regiment were placed on the outskirts of the city, while the remaining two infantry regiments were placed on both sides of Monterey. There was no space in the city to place so many soldiers.
As a human, you can also grab the safe zone.
But Alex Phillips doesn’t bother to shoot civilians. What is he afraid of?
There is no armed force nearby that can resist.
Arrogance, arrogance, and arrogance began to spread among the 61st Brigade.
Even the sentries were sometimes absent-minded when they were on duty.
even…
In the 157th Regiment outside the suburbs, there are officers who buy sex and call dozens of women in. Monterey has no water or electricity and even no food. One bite of food can make these women fall into their arms.
And 20 kilometers away, people can be seen in the dark.
Mexico has a large temperature difference between day and night.
Rommel, wearing a trench coat, stood on a hillside with Fedor von Bock and several division senior officials. "Division Commander, a total of 168 artillery pieces have been assembled, including 62 M198 155mm howitzers, 32 M109 self-propelled howitzers, and 74 BM-13C rocket launchers, which is enough for them to drink a pot." said the commander of the independent artillery regiment next to him. Thomas Ludwig Weidling was also slightly excited.
"Give me the order." Rommel nodded.
"yes!"
Weidelin gave orders to the staff officer next to him, who ran to the troops. After a while, he heard the commands coming one after another.
"Target No. 102, ruler 336, XXX to the left..."
"Rapid-fire reload!"
"preparation!"
"put!!"
Hundreds of artillery pieces shouted in unison, and the ground suddenly shook, covering the surrounding area with bursts of smoke.
4:21 am on July 2, 1991!
The 4th Marine Division opened fire first!
Boom boom boom…
The 157th Regiment and Artillery Regiment of the 61st Brigade were immediately destroyed.
Grape wine luminous cup, you and the bunker fly together.
Lord Don’t laugh when you’re lying drunk on the battlefield, leaving everything behind as fertilizer.
Wonderful…
Boom boom boom!
"Hurry to the division headquarters! Hurry to the division headquarters!" The colonel commander of the 157th Regiment, who was in ragged clothes and smelled of alcohol, shouted loudly.
"The phone lines are blown."
"Use a cell phone! Use a satellite phone, idiot!"
The communications soldier hurriedly went to get the spare machine. Just two steps away, two 155mm grenades fell from the sky. Whoosh~
The regiment headquarters was blown into the sky.
Alex Phillips drank a little too much and had a dream. He dreamed that his men were being bombarded by the Northern Army. What a joke, hahaha...
"Brigadier, Brigadier..."
He opened his eyes drowsily and saw four or five accompanying staff members standing in front of him, their faces covered with cold sweat and anxiety.
"What's the matter? Don't you know what to do tomorrow?" He said impatiently, wanting to continue sleeping.
"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Regiment were under artillery attack!"
Alex Phillips didn't hear it, but at this moment, there was a sudden loud explosion, which frightened him to open his eyes suddenly, and the alcohol evaporated in an instant.
"What?!"
"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Regiment were attacked by artillery and suffered heavy losses!" the staff officer cried sadly.
He hurriedly got out of bed, even forgetting to put on his shoes, and ran out directly. There was already a mess outside, with panic sounds, and in the distance, he could see the sky filled with fire, burning the entire sky!
A gust of wind blew, and he shivered and became lightheaded.
"Where did the troops come from? Where did the troops come from!"
The staff officer next to me looked at me and I looked at you, at a loss.
"Waste! Waste! Go and contact the troops and ask them to retreat. All regiments are on combat readiness. Damn, where did the troops come from!"
The 61st Brigade was in a state of panic, and the local Monterey man over there, Jose Andres Guardado, also stared at the scene with his mouth open and shuddered suddenly.
suddenly sounded in my mind.
"Run! Run away!"
As soon as this thought came out, I couldn't contain it at all.
As soon as the artillery regiment here fired, the four main motorized infantry regiments that had retreated to Coahuila State directly counterattacked.
Victor is still too poor.
You can't afford a full-machine group, after all, it's all points.
Points are flowing out every day and there is no income. Victor is naturally anxious. If he doesn't want to destroy the "Popovich Puppet Government", can he get rich?
The difference between a motorized infantry regiment and a mechanized infantry regiment is that the former mainly maneuvers by wheeled vehicles such as cars and motorcycles. These vehicles are mainly used for transportation and mobility, but infantry need to dismount during combat.
The latter mainly maneuver on tracked vehicles such as armored personnel carriers and infantry fighting vehicles. These vehicles are not only used for transportation, but also have fire support capabilities, and infantry can fight inside the vehicle without having to get off the vehicle.
Generally, motorized infantry regiments are used by countries with "economic difficulties".
As for Africa…
Still in the infantry regiment stage, with two big feet, take off directly!
Speeding in all four directions!
They will launch a pincer-shaped offensive towards Monterey, intending to capture the 61st Brigade and then counterattack into Tamaulipas or, during the "Congress Battle", go straight into the state of San Luis Potosí, causing chaos in the middle!
As long as we win here, the situation will be completely reversed.
July 2 at 7 a.m.
The 355th Regiment of the Fourth Division came back again.
Sigmund William List looked at the city of Monterey in the distance, with intense sparks in his eyes.
"attack!!"
Under the cover of 6 M48 medium tanks, 4 TPz-1 armored vehicles and 6 M551 light tanks, they launched an attack into the city.
Gunshots are everywhere!
Thumb thump thump~
The staff officer didn't pay attention to his feet when he ran in. He staggered and knelt on the ground, forgetting the pain, "Brigadier Commander, the Northern Army has returned, and the enemy 355th Regiment has entered the city."
Alex Phillips looked miserable. It looked like he had drunk too much, his brain was a little down, and his reaction was even slow.
The losses of the artillery regiment and the 157th regiment have not been calculated yet, but they are certainly not heavy. The regimental commanders were both killed. They came back empty-handed, and the artillery was not even pulled back.
He almost vomited blood.
"Order 158 and 159 to stop them!"
The staff officer cried sadly, "Brigade commander, the latest information is that Rommel is not dead at all. Four regiments of the 4th Marine Division are rushing towards Monterey. There are more than 10,000 people in total. We will be trapped to death if we stay here."
"What do you mean!"
"Run! No, retreat! We have to leave Monterey and build a defense line in the rear. We can't let them take the dumplings."
Alex Phillips' mind was still blank.
run?
It's hard to run away at this time, and he didn't even fight back.
I am from the 61st Brigade and have come all the way and have done nothing? Just running away in despair?
This can’t be justified in terms of face!
It seems that he still has a bit of self-respect.
Just when he was in a dilemma, another staff officer ran in, sweating profusely, "Brigadier Commander, Guarrado of Monterey ran away with his people."
"What?!"
Alex Phillips jumped up immediately, with a flash of joy in his eyes, "Quick, gather the troops, no, no need to gather, all go after Guarado, we are going to catch the deserters."
Good guy…
Charge in reverse!
The staff officer was also smart and sensible, and immediately saluted and made arrangements.
Alex Phillips sat on a chair, breathing heavily. After resting for a few minutes, he jumped up and led others to break out.
At 9 a.m., the second main regiment of the 4th Marine Division arrived and joined the battlefield.
"Capture Alex Phillips alive!"
"Enter Monterrey and liberate Monterrey!"
There were Northern Army soldiers in uniform everywhere, and some were carrying flags.
9:07.
A platoon of the 355th Regiment rushed into the city hall.
A new recruit threw a grenade at the database, and with a bang, dust was blown up. The young man rushed in and saw two enemy soldiers lying on the ground. He shot at them and ran out of bullets.
Just as he was about to leave, a filing cabinet made a sound, and he took out his pistol and shouted, "Come out!!"
"Don't shoot, don't shoot..."
A woman in a short skirt crawled out, her clothes were messy, her hair was messy, she knelt on the ground, and said pitifully, "Don't kill me, I'm just an ordinary person."
The recruit put down the muzzle of the gun, and the woman's eyes lit up, but before she could be happy, she saw the other party raised her gun and fired two shots.
"Kill!!" He kept repeating in his mouth, his eyes were red with killing intent. No matter if you are a man or a woman, even if you are not a human, I will shoot you twice.
The recruits continued to scream and chase.
The woman lay on the ground, her eyes were blurred, and she gradually lost consciousness.
"Division Commander! Division Commander!"
The deputy staff officer ran in from the headquarters of the 4th Marine Division, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Monterrey is liberated!"
Rommel took the battle report, his face was still calm, and the others around him cheered happily.
"Order the 336th Regiment and the Artillery Regiment to enter Monterrey, and the 355th Regiment and other troops to advance to Tamaulipas!"
"Report the news to the general!"
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