Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 463 Robert: Why didn’t you tell me!!!

Robert Gates watched with trembling hands, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing rapid.

The staff officer next to him was afraid that he would... be angry to death!

boom!
With a loud bang, the defense minister slammed the battle report on the table like a lion with its fur blown off. "Asshole! Why didn't you tell me about the air raid?"

Air Force Commander General Gottfried Westbrook, who was sitting opposite him, looked at the Army Commander General Bernhard Hawkins next to him helplessly. The latter had a gloomy face.

? ? ? ?
"Someone come!" He shouted outside, and two guards rushed in. Robert pointed at them and said, "Demobilize him, lock him up, and send him to a military court after the war is over!"

!!!

Admiral Bernhard Hawkins raised his eyebrows. The Air Force Commander was one of his allies in trying to sideline Robert. How could he be removed just like that?
He stood up immediately, "I..."

Peng!
An ashtray fell in front of him, startling him. Bernhard Hawkins' eyes widened suddenly...

"Shut up! Bernhard, I'm the Minister of Defense, you piece of shit, stand aside!"

The only sound in the entire office was Robert's roar, and everyone fell silent instantly.

The lower-ranking staff officer was so frightened that his legs were shaking.

Admiral Bernhard Hawkins's face turned black. He was called a waste...

Who can bear it?
After all, he is the army commander!

"What? You don't accept being called trash?"

I don't know what was wrong with Robert today. He came around from behind the desk and rushed in front of Bernhard. He was not as tall as Bernhard, so his head just reached his chin.

He looked up and cursed, "Do you want to rebel? Or do you want to surrender to Mexico?"

"No...no." When Admiral Bernhard Hawkins heard this, he subconsciously refuted.

How can it be!

I am an American soul when I am alive... and an American bastard when I die...

"Didn't your superiors teach you to obey orders?!"

Robert's saliva spurted out vigorously, washing the other person's face for free.

The other senior executives nearby were all silent, but with a hint of worry on their faces.

Admiral Bernhard Hawkins was known for his explosive temper, and he was afraid that he would be provoked and punch the other party.

Fortunately, the army commander was not blinded by anger.

"Yes, sir!" he shouted as if venting his anger.

"Get out!"

"Yes!"

Veins on Admiral Bernhard Hawkins' face popped out as he yelled, then turned around on the spot, opened the door and walked out.

But when he closed the door, he did it with so much force that the big white on top was shaken down. It was obvious that he was expressing his dissatisfaction.

But there is no way, a higher-ranking official can crush people to death.

Robert Gates looked at the Air Force Commander with a sinister look in his eyes, and waved his hand, "Take him away!"

Two guards took off his military rank and dragged him away.

"You guys go out, Brown, you stay."

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff nodded and sat in his chair, waiting for everyone to leave.

Robert picked up the mineral water on the table and gulped it down. He was a special person and he liked to drink bottled water.

"Someone must be held accountable for this matter. I will report this to Mr. President and initiate the accountability process. I want Air Force Commander Gottfried Westbrook to be punished!"

Brown Weiss nodded. "I agree, but I still have to say one thing, Robert. This kind of thing should be suppressed if possible. After all, this is a war time. Excessive punishment of generals will easily lead to internal disunity."

This made Robert Gates even angrier. "During the war, I should have shot him!"

"His letter of recommendation for West Point Military Academy was written by Douglas MacArthur, his uncle was President Nixon's military adviser, and his grandfather was a good friend of Roosevelt..." Brown Weiss gently talked about this complex series of relationships.

Robert, who was originally angry, was speechless when he heard this series of names.

This is a typical child of aristocratic family in the US military.

"I hate people with connections!" he said gritting his teeth.

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff looked up at him and said nothing.

No, you just hate yourself for not having connections.

If you want to get out there and don't care about your background, where can you get?
Many people say that America is a human tower. Oh, even slaves can be president.

Don’t think about it…

Power is transmitted only through blood and sex!
"Find an excuse to suppress this matter as much as possible, Robert. If public opinion emerges, it will be the worst for you." Brown Weiss patted him on the shoulder and left.

"Fake!!!"

Robert kicked over the chair in front of him to express his dissatisfaction.

The closer you get to the sacred mountain, the deeper the background of the monsters, and those who die are those who are not above you.

Robert?
Ha ha…

Many people privately called him "the bamboo craftsman's child."

When Brown Weiss walked out, he heard the noise of smashing and looting coming from inside and shook his head.

When I looked up, I saw Army Commander General Bernhard Hawkins still standing at the door, smoking.

The two looked at each other, without saying anything, but it seemed as if they had said everything.
Bernhard threw the cigarette butt on the ground. He has no manners at all...

He went downstairs without looking back and met the same few military personnel on the next floor. They were waiting for him as if they were a big brother.

"Isn't Robert going to the front?"

"Let him die there!"

Several people looked at each other, gulped and swallowed, "How do we do it?"

Bernhard's eyes were vicious, "Like Patton!"

The person mentioned here is George Smith Patton Jr., the "ferocious general" who died in a car accident.

From what he said, it seems that Patton's death was somewhat strange?

"It hasn't come to that yet..." an officer said in a low voice.

"nonsense!"

"Are we going to wait until Robert, that bastard, uses his butcher knife on us before we fight back? If he can arrest Gottfried today, I will be the next one, and then you will be the next one."

Bernhard glanced at them, "Don't think too positively about politics and the struggle for power."

"As long as he dies, I can take charge. I will definitely be the next Minister of Defense!"

His eyes reflected...ambition!
Robert Gates in the house wanted his backer to help him, so he called Reagan.

But the person who answered the phone was his secretary.

"Mr. Brady, why is it so noisy over there?"

Reagan's personal secretary glanced at his boss, who was shaking hands with the generals, and said into the phone, "We are at the front in San Diego to offer condolences."

"What!!!!"

Robert screamed, feeling dizzy and wondering why they didn't tell him!
"Come back soon, sir. It's too dangerous ahead." He could only suppress his dissatisfaction as if he was coaxing a child.

"Don't worry..."

Secretary Brady smiled and said, "Mr. Reagan is safe now. Besides, this is very far from the rear. It's okay."

Robert half opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

God bless!

……

San Diego, near the Tecate River side.

A school in a black community has now been taken down and turned into a place for transferring supplies.

As for the headquarters?
Does anyone know where the commanders of the 336.337th and th divisions are hiding?

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Move everything!"

Alvin York, deputy commander of the 7th Reserve Division, jumped out of the car and signaled the soldiers in the car to move their things quickly.

"I'll go find someone to contact you, you stay here to command." He said to the adjutant who was accompanying him, frowning and rushing into an apartment building in a hurry.

Just then I saw a lieutenant colonel jogging over from the opposite side.

"Lieutenant Colonel Miles, I'm looking for you. There are 400 individual rockets, 60 bullets, cotton towels, alcohol and body bags transported from the rear. Please sign for them." Alvin York said hurriedly.

The other party had dark circles under his eyes. "I'm very busy now, Andrew, go and receive the supplies, and this..."

He tapped his head and looked at the other party's rank of lieutenant colonel, and forgot his name.

"Alvin York, deputy commander of the 7th Reserve Division."

"Oh, Commander York, thank you so much for sending back our dead and wounded soldiers."

"No problem, that's what I should do."

"Thank you!" Lieutenant Colonel Miles thanked him and hurried off to get back to work.

Andrew, who was called, was a captain. He hurried over and saluted him. "Sir, I will be in charge next. Please follow me first."

Alvin York nodded, and the two of them hurried to a playground behind the "Black School".

Once inside...

I could smell all kinds of scents in the air.

The smell of gunpowder, the stench of corpses, and the smell of barbecue all went into my nose and went straight to the top of my head.

Alvin York was also a veteran. He originally belonged to the front-line troops and was later transferred to the reserve to serve as deputy division commander. He had a blank expression on his face, but his pupils shrank when he saw the corpses all over the ground.

"Are the casualties... so serious?"

There were almost three or four hundred bodies on the entire playground, and more than a dozen people from the logistics department were helping to verify the bodies and record the names.

Alvin York walked over to the nearest body, which was unrecognizable, burned all over, and with its left arm broken. He squatted down and looked at the dog tags on the body.

"Zachary McIntyre, corporal, deputy squad leader of Company A, Battalion C, A Regiment, 336th Division, blood type A, born in 1972."

“Only 20 years old.”

Alvin York couldn't help but sigh, "Is the battle so tense?"

Andrew sighed, "The military ordered a street fight. The Americans retreated, and we rushed forward, almost sticking to the city, especially the San Diego subway station, which is well connected. In just one day, we lost nearly an entire company there!"

"Did you take it down?"

Andrew shook his head, “No.”

Alvin York nodded.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard a whistling sound in the air...

"Get down!!"

He slammed Andrew's head to the ground.

Several shells exploded directly on the playground.

The huge shock wave disturbed all the corpses that were arranged...

Some were even blown to pieces!
Four or five logistics personnel fell to the ground, wailing weakly.

“Help! Help!”

Alvin York shouted at the soldiers running over, his eyes red, "Fuck you Yankees!"

buzz~
There was the sound of propellers in the air.

He raised his head suddenly and saw two UH-60 general-purpose helicopters approaching from afar...

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

The machine gun hanging below as a testicle was firing at the playground.

Another plane circled to the side and rushed towards the crowd with two AGM-114 Hellfire air-to-ground missiles hanging from their tails.

"Get out of the way!!"

Deputy Commander Alvin York yelled, his eyes bulging with anger, and he grabbed two unknown people and rushed to the side.

boom!
AGM-114 Hellfire blew down a three-story building...

call out!
A surface-to-air missile rushed towards the UH-60 general-purpose helicopter.

The Mexican army used the "Stinger", an elite weapon for medium and low altitudes that could directly lock onto the target.

The pilot was unable to evade and could only watch helplessly as the tail wing was hit. Then the entire helicopter spiraled down and landed outside the school.

Another plane wanted to come down to rescue, but the conditions obviously did not allow it, so it had to retreat first.

The air was thick with dust.

Alvin York fell not far away, his hands... shaking, he slowly raised his head, not able to catch his breath.

"Deputy commander, deputy commander..." the guard shouted anxiously. After seeing him from a distance, he ran over and asked, "Where are you injured?"

"Broken ribs..."

Alvin York was a veteran and could feel his own injuries. He frowned in pain and looked around. Andrew... was lying not far away, but his neck had been cut in half and he was dead.

The person who was talking just now died in front of him.

Feeling powerless!
It is also the cruelty of war!
In street fighting, you never know when someone will get behind you.

The greatest sorrow of a person is that he cannot decide when he is born or when he dies.

"Quick, gather the wounded and request support from the rear!"

"Yes!"

At an altitude of more than 600 meters above the city of San Diego, four Mexican Pchela-T unmanned reconnaissance aircraft were transmitting data back to the rear command center in real time.

In the first half of 1991, Victor used 15 US dollars to recruit Soviet drone technology experts and the results of Pchela-T.

That's really a bargain!

After arriving in Mexico, he established a drone research and development center and invested tens of millions of dollars in the development of drones.

Among them, the Pchela-T reconnaissance aircraft is also one of the models.

Faith can fight...

But now the times have changed, and Victor is no longer confused. He certainly knows the necessity of modern warfare.

Unmanned reconnaissance aircraft will provide front-line troops with first-hand information.

"General!"

Suddenly, a lieutenant raised his hand, and the commander of the informationized combat force in the back, Helmut Moltke, heard the voice and ran over, his two mustaches looking somewhat sexy.

"what happened?"

"Here." The lieutenant pointed at the screen. "The defense is very tight, and the images sent over also show that there are a lot of anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles deployed here."

"Perhaps, this is the headquarters of the U.S. military in San Diego."

"And, most importantly, look here..."

"It looks like a balloon?" the lieutenant pointed at an unidentified object and said, "It looks like they're doing some kind of ceremony?"

? ? ? ?
San Diego is a battlefield!
A ceremony? What ceremony?
Are the Americans welcoming anyone to inspect the front line?

There is no such a trick, right?

But think about it, they had killed the supreme commander of their own First Army Group on the front line.

Leslie McNair was a young and promising man back then. He was promoted to brigadier general at the age of 35 and was definitely a future military leader.

But when he inspected Normandy, in order to welcome him, the U.S. Air Force launched a crazy bombing on Normandy. 1500 heavy bombers, 380 medium bombers and 550 fighter-bombers came out in full force, and warmly presented Leslie Michael with 4000 tons of explosives and incendiary bombs.

then…

He was killed in a foxhole by his own men.

Helmut Moltke frowned, "Who cares if he is or not, just blow him up, follow the procedure, and I will sign."

The main thing is to blow it up first and talk about it later.

Anyway, there are enough weapons and artillery shells now.

If you are really lucky and kill a big shot, that would be a medal of honor!

As his order was issued, it was deployed at a military airport 7 kilometers east of Tijuana.

With the help of ground crew, seven Pchela-T7 bomber drones carrying cluster bombs flew towards the target from several directions.

In the informationized combat troops, they still don’t know…

I am about to do something big that will shock the world!
……

(End of this chapter)