Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 578 "I have never seen God, but I think Victor is his name on earth!"

Sonora state.

The "Cincinnati Cannery" in the western corner of Hermosillo is the largest canning plant in the entire North, with approximately 20 production lines and the ability to accommodate more than 5000 employees. It is a joint venture between the Sonora State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission and local businessmen, with the former holding 89% of the shares and having absolute say.

Many of the employees here are relatives of military soldiers.

This can be considered another kind of "welfare benefit" in Mexico. As long as you serve in the military, your family can get a job in a "state-owned enterprise" and can solve your worries.

"Recruit people! Recruit more people! Put other orders on hold and complete the orders from the logistics department first."

"Hey! Stop rushing me, stop rushing me, I'm hiring!"

The factory manager, Casimir Robinson, was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He sat in his office with seven or eight phone calls in front of him. They were all from the production line asking for more manpower. He was so anxious that he felt a little irritated.

He was sweating profusely, and he called the deputy factory manager who was recruiting, and said anxiously, "How is it, how is it! How is the recruitment?!"

"What? What? There are too many people here, I can't hear you..."

There was a chattering sound on the other end of the phone.

"Sir, hire me. I'm very capable."

"No, no, you are too young. Let's not talk about it for now. Director, I'll recruit people first." The deputy director said the second half of the sentence to Casimir Robinson and hung up after he finished speaking.

Looking at the "little kid" in front of him, the deputy factory director waved his hand and said, "You are too young, everyone. We don't want anyone under 18. We are not capitalists!"

During the Industrial Revolution, the average life expectancy of workers in Manchester, England was 17 years old…

And the agricultural morale index is 35!

When Dutch textile workers entered the industry, they generally did not survive more than five years. This was still not as good as the British, where workers in the UK did not survive more than two years.

Anyone who has seen Snowpiercer knows that children are required to climb the chimney because only children can climb in!

Around 1940, there were still human traffickers in Britain selling stove cleaners who were around three years old.

Mexico was no worse during the old times. Of course, it is an insult to put drug dealers together with the British Industrial Revolution. After Victor came to power, he did not allow any unit to use child labor. Once this loophole was opened, the capitalists would be very excited.

Children's values ​​and world views are not fully formed, so they are easily exploited.

As for what the media said: "If child laborers are not given jobs, they will starve to death..." This kind of Yilin-style statement is simply like the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck when his mother was pregnant with him.

Hearing the deputy factory director's words, the "little kid" standing in front of him jumped up and said, "Sir, can I not ask for money?!"

"????"

The three words "free" were still very attractive. Of course, the deputy director still didn't dare to hire him. He just looked at him curiously and asked, "Did the Americans clamp your head?"

Perhaps because he felt it was not appropriate to say this to a child, he adjusted his words, "So what do you want?"

The little bean face flushed, and he jumped onto the table in front of him, "I will do my best to defeat imperialism!"

The adults nearby also fell silent.

The deputy factory director's mouth moved slightly...

"President Victor once said that Mexico is not only ours, but also yours. The new country belongs to everyone. I know I am young and cannot operate those large tools, but I have hands and I can help on the assembly line. If I am added, the soldiers on the front line can get the canned food one second earlier."

"But...you are a child." Someone said softly.

The little bean's eyes were shining, "Age and gender are the only necessary choices for warriors. Escape and advance are the two!"

"I have never seen God, but I think Victor is his name on earth!"

"Then we will be his spear forever."

"Victory to Mexico!"

"Victor wins!"

There were many little kids of the same age nearby who raised their hands and cheered excitedly when they heard these words.

Young people may be immature, but because of their immaturity, their love for this country is simple and pure.

The deputy factory manager frowned. "I admire your courage. What's your name?"

The boy puffed out his chest, "Omar! Omar Bradley, I am also a member of the Hermosillo Boys Group."

"Very good, but I can't let you work as a child laborer because you are not old enough."

Omar Bradley's eyes darkened, and his companions beside him cried out in disappointment.

"But there is a lack of guides at the factory gate. Can you help me?"

Although he couldn't go to the front line, it would be great if he could provide some support for the logistics work. Omar raised his head, nodded vigorously, and hammered his chest with his right hand, like a medieval knight, "Yes! Sir!"

The deputy factory director was smiling happily.

The moon hangs in the distance, shining on this "vibrant" Mexico.

But when the moonlight shone through the California land, it seemed gloomy, shabby and helpless.

such as…

San Diego!
When Mexico suddenly marched in, Mayor Byron Ruiz cursed on social media: "Mexican invaders! You will never get California! We will fight to the end!"

When the 336th Army led a division across the Grande River, he issued another message: "We are sworn to defend the rights of California. Come on, the mayor who died fighting is waiting for you!"

But when Rommel quickly launched a blitzkrieg, conquering El Centro in 6 minutes, Bouvard in 18 minutes, and Chula Vista, a city south of San Diego, in 42 minutes, with the closest distance to San Diego only 12 kilometers...

Mayor Byron Ruiz went quiet.

There is nothing posted on social media...

This made the media who were watching the fun feel a little itchy.

Mexican media have launched a "Search for Byron Ruiz" campaign on the Internet...

"If anyone can find the mayor, please let us know and we will give a reward."

Netizens all like to watch the fun and leave messages under the media accounts.

"Mexico has no moral principles! Taking advantage of the civil unrest in the United States to seize California is shameful! Victor, if you are a man, stop your violence. Europeans and Americans will never bully the weak like this!"

"Your mom upstairs is furious, idiot! I'm at war with you, and I'm asking if there's anyone at home. Besides, California has always been Mexican territory, and the United States is just a trustee!"

"California is independent! They broke away from Mexico and later joined the United States. This is God's will..."

"God, then you ask God to stop Victor."

The verbal battle was so exciting that even Sun Xiaochuan wanted to laugh when he saw it.

In such an atmosphere, someone left a message.

"San Diego Mayor Byron Ruiz has fled, and there is no trace of him in the villa."

! ! ! !
Ran?

Reporters rushed to verify the situation and even called the San Diego City Government, but no one answered the phone after many calls.

Three o'clock in the afternoon on June 6th.

The 355th and 37th Regiments of a division of the 38th Army in the Northern Theater bypassed the Alexander Wilson Memorial Park in Chula Vista and headed straight for a small town called "El Cajon". According to the combat plan, they wanted to block the westward advance of the San Diego troops!
As long as they can contain it, with the sea on one side and blocked on two sides, they can only move south or fight against the frontal troops to see who has more patience.

June 6, 18 p.m.
The Northern Theater dispatched three hundred artillery pieces and began bombarding San Diego!
"This is the Mexican National Television. Behind me is the artillery position..." The female reporter was explaining to the camera when she saw the flag bearer behind her quickly giving orders.

boom! ! !
Boom! ! Three hundred heavy artillery pieces roared at San Diego.

The female reporter was startled and she shouted something excitedly, but no one could hear it except in front of the TV.

Millions of Mexicans stared at the camera, watching the flames streak through the night sky. In the blink of an eye, a violent explosion sounded in the distance...

This looks inspiring!
What does this amount to?
It’s equivalent to Brother Long firing at the Japanese on live broadcast.

Pure Mexicans are also dissatisfied with California. You said you wanted independence, and I agreed, but you turned around and joined the arms of the United States. You pointed at me and said, "I, your poor relative, harass you every day and told me not to come to you because you were afraid of misunderstandings from the United States."

This is a pure lickspittle!
Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west...

Who knew that now it's Mexico's turn, how can we not be excited?

The horizon was glowing iron-gray, and the barrels of three hundred artillery pieces glowed cold blue in the dawn. As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the metal jungle suddenly burst into orange-red fireworks, and the moment the shells were fired, the air in the entire field was trembling.

This mechanized rhythm of killing made the roar form a strange concerto - every time the screams in a certain block reached a peak, a new scream would pierce the sky on time.

The marble columns of the town hall were reduced to dust by the volley.

The parchment scroll in the archive room was ignited by the air wave before it even hit the ground, and the century-old title deed document turned into flying flaming butterflies.

The faces of the saints on the church's stained glass shattered in the strong light. When the bronze bell tower broke in half, the deafening sound of the bells briefly overwhelmed the gunfire. The priest huddled under the altar, trembling, screaming, "Amen, Amen! God bless! God bless!!!"

But apparently...

God has been busy lately. As the shells hit the church, there was a bang and the cross fell down, instantly smashing him into a meat patty, with his body still twitching.

Deep inside the air-raid shelter, the mothers used their bodies to build a trembling wall of flesh.

With every tremor, lime fell from the cracks, covering the baby's tear-stained face with a white frost like ashes.

The crying and screaming continued.

The Mexican Northern War Zone still had professional ethics. They notified the other side ten minutes before the artillery fire and asked the people to take shelter.

"Why are you here!"

An old man with a white beard and wearing a sailor shirt was shouting loudly at two young men in army uniforms. The two soldiers were hiding in the corner, terrified. They were trembling all over and didn't say a word when they heard the questioning.

"You are soldiers, shouldn't you go to the front line and resist the invasion?" Whitebeard's face turned red with anger. Oh, pure old white man, rushed over and grabbed one of the soldiers' shoulders and shook him hard, "Is this how you defend America?"

"Waste! Waste! Is this what you do with our taxpayers' money?" a woman with disheveled hair screamed sharply.

The people around seemed to have found a way to vent their anger and started to criticize loudly. The accusations were enough to drive people crazy!
Just like now...

One of the corporals was so angry that his brain was congested. He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at them, "Get out! Get out! If you say anything else, I'll shoot!"

The American people who were pointed at with guns stepped back in fear.

But the old man with white beard was also stubborn. He didn't retreat but advanced. He was shaking with anger and directly opened his clothes. "Come! Come! Shoot here!"

“Are all American soldiers like this now?!!”

"Where is your blood and energy? Waste! Absolutely waste!"

boom--

There was a gunshot.

The corporal's gun was shaking in his hand.

The white-bearded old man looked down at his stomach, where blood was gushing out. He opened his mouth and then collapsed to the ground.

"what!!!!"

"Killed!!!"

Seeing the old man fall to the ground, the people around him couldn't help but scream out in fear. The corporal, who was already nervous, had a blank mind. He couldn't hear the voices of the people around him, and his head was buzzing.

But everyone’s expressions looked ferocious.

I went crazy all of a sudden!

"Shut up!!" and shot at the nearest person.

bang bang bang...

Killing indiscriminately.

Is this because you took too much drugs?

The air-raid shelter was already a bit crowded, and when the shots were fired, a group of people started to run for their lives. A mother lost control of her child and let him fall to the ground. Just as she was bending down to pull him out, someone pushed her hard from behind and she fell heavily to the ground.

Those who were fleeing stepped right over his face and body.

After the corporal had used up all his bullets, he took them out of his pocket and put them back in his pocket. His companion next to him didn't even react. He just sat on the ground with his head hung, and didn't try to stop him, his body still swaying.

crazy!

Really crazy!
...

At this time, two kilometers away from San Diego, the 336th Army Division of the 435th Army quickly launched an attack after clearing the ground with artillery fire.

This is a light infantry division.

It is mainly aimed at states like California, which have many extreme terrains.

To put it simply, the individual soldiers have stronger qualities (can run), the team has more light firepower (fewer artillery and tanks), and they are faced with the task of attacking canyons and mountains.

It is the fist force of the 336th Army!

They quickly rushed into the city from all directions.

"Hurry up!"

"Fuck it, formation, formation, the fireman is in the middle."

I thought there was going to be a big war, but surprisingly, there was no large-scale resistance in San Diego...

There were only sporadic gunshots...

This made the division commander Theodore Eicke draw his sword and look around in confusion, "Where are the people? Where are the American troops?"

"Maybe... he ran away a long time ago!" The staff officer next to him stared at him.

"Send a message to the commander of the army. The troops will quickly occupy the TV station, the commanding heights, and the city hall."

"Yes!"

Theodor Eike took off his military cap and touched his bald head, "This is such a smooth run."

They run faster than the Indian army!
Distance from the Korean Army?

That's a bit of a difference.

About four or five minutes later, the chief of staff came running back, his eyes sparkling, "Division Commander, a US army of about 400 people is blocked in the San Diego Zoo. The military has ordered us to quickly eliminate them and then continue to march south to Oceanside to chase the US deserters."

"zoo?"

"Let the 3rd Regiment of Lanmerding pursue, and the rest of the soldiers quickly march southward."

……

(End of this chapter)