Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 547 "On What to Use in Mountain Warfare" - Use Good Morning!

Mexico is a multi-ethnic country with a total of 62 Indian ethnic groups. These ethnic groups speak more than 360 languages ​​and constitute an important part of Mexico's indigenous culture.

Among them, the Nahuatl people rank first, with a population of about 220 million.

Some are in the central region, and some are in Chiapas, Tamaulipas and other places. Moreover, they specifically go deep into the mountains and forests.

The chieftain system is the norm.

When they were drug dealers, they were "partners" of many drug trafficking organizations.

After Mexico was liberated from its war on drugs, these guys were still not honest and did not listen to the government. They even attacked the Dongda construction team that was building roads, causing panic among the people.

But for fear of causing internal racial conflicts, Victor’s policy was to abandon one generation, train one generation, and integrate one generation.

But you fucking bastard, you don't give me any face.

If you directly advocate rebellion, the nature of it would be different.

Don't hit the diligent, don't hit the lazy, only hit the short-sighted.

squeak-

The car's tires were smoking when three officers in military uniforms with the rank of lieutenant colonel jumped out of the car. They rushed in with a lot of information in their arms, looking anxious and solemn.

I was too lazy to wait for the elevator and ran upstairs in just a few steps.

This made many people curious and look over.

"What's going on? Several soldiers have arrived, and why are they so anxious? Has something happened?" Someone who was working on the case looked up and asked curiously.

This gossipy heart is just like the California wildfire, you can't suppress it at all.

"Don't you know?"

A man wearing glasses lowered his voice and said, "Something happened in Chiapas. The Indians in the Sierra Madre and Lacandon mountains killed the anti-drug commissioner sent by the government to guide them to switch to cash crops."

"Heads were thrown at the gates of government agencies in the capital, Tuxtla Gutierrez."

"At the same time, they also declared rebellion and wanted to establish an Indian dynasty."

The colleagues nearby exclaimed as they listened.

“This job for ethnic minorities is so difficult.”

"Chiapas has lost 57 people this year, including police officers, soldiers and anti-drug commissioners. It's not easy."

A bunch of people sighed, and someone couldn't help but ask, "What do the Führer and the others mean?"

"What do you mean? I think we should beat them! Those who stick their heads out need to be suppressed. They are living a good life yet they are thinking about drug trafficking." An unhappy and scolding voice came from the door.

Everyone in the office looked over and saw a middle-aged bald man. They all shouted in unison, "Director."

"What are you all doing together? Are you too idle at work?"

This office must be quite relaxed at ordinary times. Seeing the director with a gloomy face, they were not afraid. Someone said, "Director, can you tell us..."

The other party waved his hand, "I don't know the details, but it must have made the top management make some decisions."

Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you.

I don’t know how powerful it is!

"Beat them! Beat them! I think they've taken too much drugs and can't tell the difference between the big and small ones!"

Casare stood up and pounded the table hard, his face flushed, he was very excited, and saliva was flying.

All of it sprayed onto the face of the Chief of the Army Sigmut List who was sitting opposite. The latter's eyes twitched slightly and he visibly spasmed, but he dared not say a word and could only wipe it off silently.

"What are you arguing about? Sit down. Didn't we call everyone here to discuss how to deal with this?" Victor frowned and tapped the table lightly.

Casare sat down, but his expression was still unhappy.

“What does the Ministry of Defense think?”

"Suppress." Kennedy said decisively.

"I mean, what are the means to deal with it? I think it is completely irresponsible to have hundreds of languages ​​in a country. Minorities need to be fully integrated into our Mexican system."

"Why do we need to consult the chief? The people are in charge of the government now, and we must eradicate this kind of thing."

"Those who disobey will be resolutely eliminated."

As Victor spoke, he saw the Mexican Counterintelligence Director sitting in the back as if he was about to speak. He nodded and said, "Jeff, what do you want to say?"

Everyone looked over at once.

Jeff Bennett was shocked. "We found that the Nahuatl people in Chiapas have connections with the CIA and MI6. Moreover, they use the Nahuatl people to transport weapons from the mountains to the interior. They even turned the deep mountains and the Guatemalan border into a no-man's land, gathering a group of people who are hostile to the government and you."

That makes sense.

There must be someone behind the scenes, otherwise how dare they jump out at this time?

I don’t know what these people are thinking!

Can you become an emperor just because a foreigner says a few words to you?

Your compatriots' earnest words of advice to you are treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"You deserve a beating!" Kwaukmot cursed with a dark face, "You are shameless."

Of course he was angry, because he and Casare jointly managed civil affairs. Chiapas was a poor, mountainous and rugged place, and it was also close to Guatemala.

Smugglers, drug traffickers and criminals are common. When Pablo, chairman of the Medellin Cartel, was wanted, he also went to Guatemala and came to Mexico for fun.

But since the establishment of the Southern Theater Command, the border has been cracked down on, who dares to show up?

It also allocates "special funds for ethnic minorities" every year to allow them to protect their own culture and build schools for them.

By the way, people in the mountains are also resistant to learning. No, it should be said that it is the masters who are resistant to learning.

I've given you money to help you develop, but you still don't listen. Can you not blame Kwaukmote for being angry?
"Then suppress it. Order the southern theater to go into the mountains to suppress it. Kill the rebel chiefs and their families, those who participated in the rebellion, and those who colluded with external forces, regardless of age or gender."

Victor's words were full of murderous intent. "Emigrate all the ethnic minorities in the mountains down here. Order the governments of Chiapas, Oaxaca, Campeche, and Quintana Roa to receive them. Disperse the people into communities, provide them with housing and subsidies, and use the media to publicize government policies at all times and appease the ethnic minorities in other states."

You kill all...

Unrealistic.

All together, there are nearly 10 million ethnic minorities in Mexico.

But of course the leader will be killed immediately.

If we break these people up and make them unable to unite, then nothing will happen. This is called division.

"After we attack the Chiapas Mountains, some people will definitely jump out and be killed in the country. I don't want to hear anyone talking nonsense while we are fighting."

The Minister of the Mexican Police Department: Robert Beal, Casare and Cuauhcmote looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

"That...restrict weapons..." said Defense Secretary Kennedy.

"They are now rebels. I authorize Erich Falkenhayn to use special weapons." Victor hesitated, "Agent Orange requires approval."

Throw this thing down...

It's not just that the trees won't grow, it will also cause their offspring to be deformed.

Just look at how many victims of Agent Orange there were in Vietnam. If this were in the United States, Victor would have used it.

After all, they are our own people.

Deformed children...

Very painful.

Defense Secretary Kennedy heard this and made a note in his notebook.

"The government has set up an advisory group for this matter, with Cuauhcmote as the head, Casare as the deputy head, Higmut List as the special inspector to Chiapas, and Joseph Joffre as the deputy head."

The Army Chief who was sitting next to him stood up subconsciously when he heard his name being called, "Yes!"

Joffre…

He is not qualified to sit here yet. Someone will inform him.

Victor looked at Sigmut List and nodded slightly.

"Okay, let's all get busy."

crunch—

The sound of dragging stools was heard and the crowd dispersed.

Victor rubbed his temple with a headache.

He felt very difficult.

Rebellion is not so easy to eliminate, especially at such a sensitive time, and it will definitely involve the country's energy.

One mistake and everything will be lost.

Damn it...

It hit Victor's weak spot.

He locked himself in the conference room and sat there for a long time.

The Nahuatl rebellion in Chiapas could not be hidden and immediately became a hot topic, or in other words...

The government has no intention of hiding this.

When this news came out, people in China were concerned.

But many people still maintained a spectator attitude and complained that these people were shameless during chats!

Are you not used to the good life and have to become a beggar?

The governments of other states held talks with representatives of ethnic minorities in their jurisdictions overnight. For example, the "leaders" of the Nahuatl people in Sonora, Guerrero, and Durango all stood up and scolded their fellow countrymen in Chiapas!

Yep…

Mexico has a National Ethnic Affairs Administration, which has one main function:
Maintain national unity and promote ethnic unity.

Help them to eradicate their cult beliefs, cut down mountains and destroy temples, and teach them to grow other crops, etc.

The "leaders" of ethnic minorities in each state also serve in local government agencies and are vested interests in Mexico's stability.

Plus welfare subsidies.

People in the mainland are all very stable and live a good life.

Chiapas is mostly too remote and too poor…

In this situation, a writer named Derek Porzingis gave Victor a suggestion online.

"We can designate a piece of land specifically for ethnic minorities, where they can enjoy their own lives, have their own laws, hospitals, and even police, and we just need to collect taxes."

"Besides that, I also suggested that we should destroy our nuclear weapons to gain the trust of Europe and the United States so that they would support our war on drugs."

Not to mention...there were also a bunch of people who liked and cheered below.

Derek Porzingis felt happy and proud as he watched others praise him on the computer.

His parents are Korean, but they stayed here after doing business in Mexico. In fact, he is essentially...

He is Korean.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone on the desk suddenly rang. He took a sip of tea slowly and picked up the phone.

"Derek!! What are you doing! What did you post online? Do you know how many calls I received?" the voice on the other end roared.

It turned out to be the president of a public university where he worked.

Derek Porzingis teaches at the National University of Mexico, and after the education reform, these were incorporated into the Mexican education system.

For university teachers like this, especially at world-renowned universities like the National University of Mexico, the salary is not low.

Associate professors like Derek Porzingis receive nearly 60 Singapore rials (2.6:1 US dollar) a year and are also provided housing.

Of course, different schools have different salaries.

This income is considered high not only in Mexico, but also in the United States and the world.

The teachers at Dongda University probably still make a few hundred yuan.

After hearing what the principal said, Derek Porzingis felt aggrieved, "I am worried about the country. What we want is peace, not struggle."

It's as if I'm thinking about Mexico.

The principal opposite was so angry that his mouth was twisted.

What a twisted theory!
Lay down nuclear weapons and surrender?

Then kneel down?

"You are fired!" The principal didn't bother to say anything more to him and just yelled.

Derek Porzingis was shocked, "Principal, I signed the contract, you fired me illegally!"

"Go and tell the comrade who's here to see you." The other party said this and hung up the phone.

Dong dong dong

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

When Derek Porzingis thought of what the principal had just said, his face turned pale, and his eyes became a little dazed as he listened to the hurried knocks on the door.

Finally, he stood up and walked to the door tremblingly. Looking through the peephole, he saw the school dormitory security guard and two policemen standing at the door.

He swallowed and glanced at the window, but then looked away.

This is the 7th floor...

There is still good news if you jump down.

I could only open the door with trembling hands.

"Teacher Derek, why are you so slow to open the door? I thought you were not here." The bodyguard muttered, "Two policemen are looking for you."

"Mexican Homeland Security, please come."

The security guard was stunned, then his eyes widened and his mouth opened as he watched two policemen take him away. Derek Porzingis still had his head down.

He suddenly became energized and ran to the familiar teacher's dormitory next door and knocked on the door.

"Teacher Derek has been caught for treason!"

???

The charge was made before anyone even got on the bus.

Once inside, Derek Porzingis answered whatever the police asked him.

Very cooperative.

The next day at work.

Casare was making coffee in his office when he got a call from Police Minister Robert Beale.

"After asking around, I found out that he had a Spanish girlfriend. When the two of them were traveling in Madrid, his so-called girlfriend's brother found him a way to make extra money. He could get the money by occasionally posting some guiding opinions on the Internet using his identity as a teacher at a national university."

Casare snorted when he heard this, "Literary groups are the best positions for external forces to buy off!"

This statement is a bit general, but if you think about it carefully, it is this type of people who have a say at the top level. For ordinary people, you don’t even know which way your door faces.

Do you think there are no academic cliques in Mexico?

Still too simple...

If Victor hadn't used points and money to lure the Soviets over, this group of people would have paralyzed the school.

The Soviet Gang, the Local Gang, and the Loyal Gang became independent. When the academic cliques saw that Victor could do without us, they panicked and had no choice but to come back with their old faces.

Some literati have character, and some literati don’t have character.

"What about his girlfriend?"

"I ran fast and didn't come back from Madrid."

"It's used as a suicide truck again, a disposable product." Casare's description is very appropriate.

Add some money to the beauty trap, and oh wow, she's fallen in an instant.

"I will call the Minister of Education, Mr. Anatoly Lunacharsky, and ask him to strictly control the teachers and students in colleges and universities. Teachers should behave like teachers, and students should do their duties as students. Don't be stupid and let others brainwash you and call this a passionate youth."

"The Fuhrer has given us the responsibility for domestic public opinion, and we must shoulder it. The smoke of war is everywhere."

Police Minister Robert Beale was quiet for a moment. "I see."

After giving two more instructions, Casare hung up the phone, shook his head, and said to himself, "Asshole."

I don’t know who I’m scolding.

He walked to the window with his coffee and looked into the distance.

"Pah, pah, pah, why does it smell like dog hair?"

...

Chiapas state. Capital center, Tuxtla Gutiérrez.

First Look…

It's really poor. You can't tell it's a provincial capital at all. There are even tiled houses on the roadside!

Looks shaky.

There were cracks everywhere on the ground, and the road became slightly better after entering the city center, as if it had just been repaired.

On both sides of the road, you can see many elderly people setting up shop selling food, and armed police officers patrolling the streets.

Gadadada-

There were four or five Hummers with military license plates driving on the road, and you could feel the bumps.

Special envoy and Army Chief Sigmut List looked out the window and said, "This place is really barren."

"The average annual income per capita is less than 3000 riyals, which is considered good. It was only around 1920 during the old drug dealer era. After we unified, the land here was used to grow corn, sugarcane, cocoa and agave, all purchased by the state, guaranteeing the basic rights of farmers." Xiafei had obviously done his homework before coming here, and he talked a lot on the side.

Higmut Lister turned his head and looked at him, "What do you think the first sentence would be if Yuan was born first?"

Xia Fei frowned and kept quiet for a moment, "Governor is a piece of shit!"

Higmut Lister laughed out loud. "That's it. The government has allocated a lot of money for road construction. I remember that the original amount for Chiapas State was 1600 million rials, which is about 600 million US dollars. Can't they even build a road leading to the city gate?"

Xia Fei frowned, "You mean... they are corrupt?"

"I can't say that, but incompetence is incompetence."

Several inland states have already been revitalized with the investment, especially the metropolitan area of ​​Mexico's capital, which has a permanent population of over 2700 million and a circulating population that must have exceeded 3000 million.

In addition, public security is stable, the economy is growing rapidly, high-rise buildings are being built one after another, and every day is different. Miss... this is not important.

Compared to that place, the capital of Chiapas state is really a mess.

But Sigmut List was just complaining, he had no right to manage the place.

It is a taboo for soldiers to interfere in local affairs no matter where they are.

So, they did not go to the state government, but went directly to the Southern Theater Command.

At the door, the guard checked my ID and let me in.

Downstairs in the building, Commander Erich Falkenhayn, Chief of Staff Luigi Cadorna and others were already waiting.

When the car stopped and Higmut List got out, the two men saluted immediately.

Although their military ranks are both generals, their positions are different. To a certain extent, the Chief of the Army is half a level higher than the war zone.

"Let's go upstairs. What's the situation?" Sigmut List was a man of decisive character, and there was no exchange of pleasantries.

Erich Falkenhayn paused as a group of people walked upstairs.

"There are about 6000 rebels, from more than 20 tribes, but most of them are old, weak, women and children. There are only about 4000 strong men with guns." Chief of Staff Luigi Cadorna said hurriedly, "Although they are small in number, their fighting style is very shady, and they hide in the mountains and forests, so our heavy weapons are not effective against them."

As they spoke, they arrived at the combat command room. A second lieutenant went up and opened the door, and the bosses walked in.

There are maps and sand tables inside, which are vivid and even each area is marked with a code.

"What is your battle plan?"

"Don't worry, I'm just responsible for patrolling, the command is in your hands."

"I'm just responsible for the connection. If you need anything, you can tell me directly."

Sigmut List narrowed his eyes and said, "But let me be frank. If the war goes badly, I will report it to the Führer."

Erich Falkenhayn took a deep breath and glanced at his partner, Chief of Staff Luigi Cadorna, who also had a serious expression on his face, and took the stick from his subordinate.

"Those mountain tribes are not easy to deal with. They are more familiar and flexible in the mountains than we are. Moreover, they know how to use all kinds of traps."

"One of our scout soldiers accidentally stepped into their trap, which was full of bamboo sticks, at least 40 centimeters long, which could directly pierce the instep, and was also smeared with feces. Even though we immediately sent him back for treatment, he died due to severe infection."

"So, we need to use special shoes that are not afraid of these bamboo sticks."

The staff behind Army Chief Sigmut List hurriedly recorded this.

"Okay, I will hand this matter over to the logistics department and ask them to submit a plan immediately."

Seeing that he was so easy to talk to, Commander Erich Falkenhayn also spoke up, "In fact, facing this kind of tactics, we can learn from our allies. They faced the same situation in 1979."

This is true.

Aren’t monkeys in North America still monkeys?

"Divide the area into sections and assign responsibilities. The regiments will be divided into sections, and the battalions will be divided into sections. We will operate in company units and disperse in small groups to clear out the enemy mountain by mountain, ditch by ditch, and cave by cave. This is the first step."

"Second: Correctly organize the troops for battle. In order to implement the method of using small groups to fight against dispersed forces, the organization method adopted is: the company, platoon, and squad are organized into assault teams (groups), fire teams (groups), and reserve teams (groups), and recoilless guns and heavy machine guns are assigned to the company and platoons, and rocket launchers and flamethrowers are assigned to the squads, so that each unit can fight independently and flexibly."

"The second is to encircle first and then annihilate, combining search and blocking. For areas where there may be many enemies hiding, in order to concentrate forces to encircle and annihilate the enemy, first use part of the force to control the main roads, occupy key points, cut off the enemy's retreat, and block the enemy's escape. Then use the main force to search and suppress from the outside to the inside, gradually compressing the encirclement and attacking the enemy."

"The fourth point, which is also the last point, is to suppress during the day and ambush at night, repeatedly! Send small teams to ambush the enemy at mountain passes, important roads, villages, and near water sources at night."

Erich Falkenhayn had said too much and felt a little thirsty. He picked up the teacup beside him and drank it all. Who knows whose it is? Just drink it. Why worry about poison? "Use multiple methods. I think it's only a matter of time to eliminate them."

"Of course, it would be best if there were a teacher. After all, mountain jungle warfare theory is theory, and practice is practice. After we get used to large-scale artillery bombardment and air support, some recruits don't even have combat experience."

This is somewhat true.

To be honest, if there is no other choice, who would be willing to rely on iron will?

It was piled up with human flesh and it was really bloody.

But in a mountainous area, throwing chemicals is useless, and it’s a mountain range, so are we going to burn it all down?

So, a master is needed.

War is originally a "learning" journey. If you have diarrhea at ordinary times, you will only die in the final exam. If you study well, read more books, and ask more questions from teachers, the situation will naturally be different.

Use your brain when fighting!
Higmut List thought for a moment and said, "I will convey it."

The top brass in the Southern Theater breathed a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere became lively.

Before I knew it, it was already past six in the evening...

"Commander, isn't it time to eat?" Luigi Cadorna pushed Erich Falkenhayn, who looked at the time and saw it was past six o'clock.

He slapped his head and said, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot. Let the canteen make a few more dishes."

A lieutenant at the door responded quickly and hurried downstairs.

It's not that you can't eat out, but Victor has stipulated that during military operations, dining out is not allowed, regardless of military rank, otherwise you will be punished.

No one dares to bet, you don’t know where the Thirteen Protectors are hiding.

Higmut Lister was indeed hungry. "You're welcome. Just have a couple of bites."

The food in the canteen is quite good and the cooking team has some skills.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, Sigmut List and Erich Falkenhayn strolled along the runway in the military camp.

"The Führer allows you to use restricted weapons, but chemical weapons and the like need to be reported."

"I have studied many examples of mountain warfare. Our partners' tactics are the most suitable for us. They are fighting a country, while we are only fighting a few thousand people. We are not up to par. But I think... we must root out the problem!"

"Especially some boys. We wiped out their fathers. Even if we assign them to other posts according to your plan, they might still seek revenge. There are many things in their bones that cannot be thrown away."

Social instability factors.

Sigmut Lister's pupils narrowed, "You should know what you are talking about."

"Of course I know, and I know it very well."

Erich Falkenhayn said calmly, "It is precisely because I know that I know what means we must use. When a small tribe faces a big country, it uses massacres to intimidate the big tribes in the country, and the big tribes need to distribute benefits, but I think they also need butcher knives because the small tribes will go too far."

Until now... (Forget it, I won't say it anymore. I'm afraid.)
"Those tribes in the mountains still have blood sacrifices. Besides that, the main reason why drugs have not been eradicated in Chiapas is that many ethnic minorities go to Guatemala, Belize, and even Honduras to be carried here by people."

“When they understand, times have changed.”

Sigmut List looked at each other, and Erich Falkenhayn also looked at him, his eyes deep and firm.

"Finally I understand why you can all become theater commanders, while I am only a deputy minister. If Ludendorff hadn't been transferred, I wouldn't have been able to get promoted."

ruthless!
You guys are really cruel.

"War is always full of uncertainty, and the post-war summary can be polished when the time comes."

Erich Falkenhayn smiled.

He is best at summarizing.

What is he thinking of doing now...

Flat tire? Bicycle tire?
……

(End of this chapter)