Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 583: If the feudal lords are strong, North America will be weak; if the feudal lords are weak, North America will perish!
The troop movements in New Mexico could not be hidden at all.

But it's also funny, it's not that the satellite is locked, but a local resident in Albuquerque saw a large number of military convoys starting to be dispatched, and couldn't help but take a photo with his Mexican-made 8848 mobile phone. Although due to performance reasons, he could only shoot a short section, about seven or eight seconds, but when he posted it on the "social platform"...

It became popular quickly!
If it was just the video, it would be fine, but the main thing is the background message of this person: "Look, the troops stationed outside my house have begun large-scale operations, and I don't know where they are going? I guess they are going to attack Texas or Chihuahua, hahahaha, I hope my guess is wrong, because I don't want to provoke Victor!"

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New Mexico's geographical location is awkward in itself. It borders Colorado to the north, Arizona to the west, Oklahoma to the northeast, Texas to the east and south, and Chihuahua, Mexico, to the southwest.

It is simply a place of war on all four sides, and the north and west are not a problem at the moment, so the only two locations left are the southeast.

The troops can’t go on a spring outing, right?
Especially at this sensitive time.

The netizens below are also very awesome.

"Please help me ask what they are doing, and I can reward you with 200 forum coins!"

"Thank you. Please help me find out what weapons they brought, where they passed, and what the coordinates are. I have a package for them to sign for."

"Oh my god, you're so handsome. It would be great if there were more close-up photos. Bro, you're so handsome. Can I trade my private photos with you?"

"OMG, you idiot, you are leaking secrets, leaking secrets, the FBI should arrest you and shoot you!"

Seeing the ambiguous tone of voices from many of the "female netizens" above, the male netizen who was filming got excited, "No problem! My girl, I promise to ask for you!"

then…

The guy bought a pack of cigarettes, found a soldier who was maintaining order, handed the cigarette to him, and asked stealthily where he was going.

That guy was also a genius, and he told him directly that he had received orders to move closer to the Mexican border.

There is no confidentiality at all!
(Don’t think it’s magical. There was a SB who met a netizen on the Internet. The netizen knew that he worked in a confidential unit, so she played games with him, pretended to be a woman, and then… everything went smoothly. Yes, I’m talking about India.)
The person who took the video quickly posted the news he knew online again.

Oh haha…

The whole world knows it!
This troop hasn't even left the gate yet.

He also sent private messages to several young ladies with sexy profile pictures, asking for more photos, but their photos had already sunk into the sea and disappeared.

Not all the US military members are idiots.

General Frederick Franks, the former commander of the Army Training and Doctrine Command sent by the Pentagon, is now the commander-in-chief on the front line. When his subordinates passed the network news over.

His expression suddenly changed.

I even had the urge to shoot that bastard.

"The time for a surprise attack on Mexico is over!"

He paced around the office, frowning and shaking his head vigorously.

"Then how about... stop the dispatch?" the adjutant asked softly. He was also feeling uneasy. California next door had been beaten like this. Even though New Mexico was full of special operations teams and looked very powerful, only people there knew how much water there was in it.

"no!"

"We won't fight Mexico, we'll fight Texas instead!"

General Frederick Franks turned his head sharply, walked to the map, and said to his adjutant, "Order the 58th Special Operations Wing to raid Amarillo, hold its key points, and open a passage for follow-up troops."

"At the same time, order Oklahoma to march forward and attack Paul Constantine Stuart from both sides. Attack Plano and Cedar Mountain areas. Make sure to suppress the armed forces of Texas here."

"I'm going to beat the shit out of him!"

The adjutant was startled and quickly took out his notebook to write it down. Although the battle plan had to be repeatedly scrutinized by the staff, on the battlefield where the situation was unpredictable, the commander often had to make the decision himself.

"What if the Mexican army from Chihuahua marches south..."

General Frederick Franks was silent for a moment, his eyebrows raised to form the Chinese character "川". "From the 82nd Airborne Division in Fort Bragg, North Carolina..."

"The Airborne Division cannot be a defensive force. If we have to fight, then we should fight together!"

"Airstrike Juarez." He circled the map with his finger. "With this as the center, order the 377th Air Base Wing to provide air tactical support. The 101st Air Commando in Kentucky quickly infiltrates the Arkansas border. Do not allow them to send troops to support Texas."

Play so big?

This is to bring together all the southern states.

Back then, Li Yunlong didn't have such a big scene.

What should I do if I lose it?
"General, isn't this war too big?" the adjutant hesitated.

"There is only one Mexican army in Chihuahua, and it has to be distributed throughout the state. Juarez has at most two divisions. It will take at least eight hours for them to arrive from other places. During this time, our main attack direction will be in the western part of Texas."

Paul Constantine Stuart is obviously easier to bully than Victor.

The most important thing is that after attacking Texas, those wavering people in the country will know the Pentagon’s determination, and they will have to think twice if they want independence in the future.

On a deeper level...

Some people in the "Golden Knights" were uneasy. As Norman Schwarzkopf's right-hand man, Admiral Frederick Franks had an obligation to help him maintain his position in the society.

Everyone’s interests are the same.

But it is inevitable that some "short-sighted" people will be crushed by the pressure.

"Execute the order!"

Seeing that he was serious, the adjutant didn't try to persuade him. After saluting, he got down to work.

Inside the office.

Admiral Frederick Franks looked at the map, feeling very melancholy, "Time is not waiting for me! Time is not waiting for me!"

...

The Pentagon seems to be serious about this.

After Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf received the plan from the front-line headquarters, he approved it directly without further discussion.

He also knew that discussing this stuff...if the war went well, then it would definitely pass smoothly, but if things didn't go well, then they would just be arguing with each other.

The bureaucracy is evident.

After obtaining consent, General Frederick Franks quickly ordered the 58th Special Operations Wing to carry out an order code-named: "Wild Fox".

6 am on June 24th!
4架HH-60G铺路鹰以及5架CH-47运输直升机搭载着200名全副武装的第58特种作战分队士兵以及吊着9辆“隼”式轻型高速攻击突击车趁着夜色越过西北部“边境线”，绕过赫里福德地区，在阿马里洛郊区平地外迅速下地。

After getting off the helicopter, according to the plan, the assault vehicle carrying 40 soldiers rushed into Amarillo, occupied the airport, and provided support for the subsequent C-130 carrying follow-up troops.

have to say…

The combat technology of the elite US military is very good.

Under the cover of night, nine "Falcon" light high-speed attack vehicles headed towards a private airport three kilometers away. Major Howard Perrick, who led the team, transmitted the message back to the combat center via radio, and then rushed into the city with the remaining soldiers. They wanted to occupy the TV station.

When the assault team broke into the private airport without anyone noticing, everything seemed to be going so smoothly. However, a yawning security guard in his clothes came out and was about to go to the toilet when he saw a group of armed forces rushing in at the gate.

He subconsciously shouted...

God knows what to shout!
I really don't know what it's shouting...

But it was a very loud sound.

"Fuck! Fire!" The team leader shouted in the headset and pulled the trigger. Using the Mozambique shooting technique at close range, he shot the security guard twice in the torso and once in the head. The security guard staggered and fell to the ground.

The sudden gunshot startled the snoring security guards.

The owner of this private airport is an industrial tycoon with a lot of money. Although Texas does not allow "self-defense forces", these rich people have set up their own security team of dozens of people, so it's easy for them.

All the recruits are retired soldiers.

But when they heard the gunshots, the group just jumped out of bed, and the door of the dormitory was kicked open. The American soldiers holding light machine guns stood on their front and back feet and fired bullets inside!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

boom! !

There was a photo on the table, showing a couple looking at each other lovingly, when a bullet flew over and shot them away.

The dormitory is not small, more than 300 square meters, but it can’t stand you sweeping like this.

In an instant...

Rivers of blood!
The corpse fell from the upper bunk with its head drooping, its face covered in blood and its eyes filled with intense fear.

After the machine gunner finished sweeping, he stepped back, and his comrade behind him took out a grenade and threw it in, then closed the door.

boom!
After a slight vibration, the door was opened again and a thick fog blew out.

"Calling C-130, clear the airport, and allow landing!" The team leader called using the individual communication tool.

The transport planes that had been hovering over New Mexico and Texas deployed quickly after receiving the order.

This thing has been flying in the sky for almost an hour!

The Republic of Texas didn't even notice it?

The military preparedness was relaxed too quickly!
At this moment in the radar station in Lubbock, there was no one in the duty room. No, it should be said that there were people in the small room next to it. A Texas soldier with freckles all over his face was watching...AV in front of a computer?

Still doing traditional crafts.

He turned off all the alarms outside.

You're so fucking good at lighting the red light. Even Ultraman can't light it better than you.

Two C-2 special operations aircraft landed at the airport twelve minutes later. As soon as the rear door opened, armed forces in assault vehicles and armored vehicles quickly advanced towards Amarillo!

There was a local National Guard force of about 300 people. They were surrounded before they could even react, but they were also tough.

The people of the Lone Star State will never be slaves of a conquered nation!
300 people launched an attack on the US military, and violent clashes broke out between the two sides in the military camp on the west side of Amarillo. The sudden gunfire resounded throughout the city.

Someone came out in his pajamas out of curiosity, stepped on the trash can at home and looked outside, but when he saw the crackling gunshots...

Still no one dares to go out!
The battle lasted about forty minutes, and more than half of the 300 Amarillo National Guards were wiped out, and the rest had no choice but to surrender.

When the sky was slightly bright, some people bravely walked out of their homes and saw the American soldiers patrolling the streets. They asked loudly, "Hey, man, what happened last night?"

He thought they were Texas soldiers, because their uniforms were exactly the same, and they had never changed...

The patrolling soldiers all looked at him. That look made the man shudder. He swallowed and slowly backed away, just as he was about to close the door.

Snap—a hand pressed on the door.

The leading soldier, who was a third-class sergeant, narrowed his eyes and said, "Sir, I suspect there are rebels in your house. We need to go in and search."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and a group of people rushed in.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

A woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and a good figure came out of the house. She looked at the person curiously.

The third-class sergeant raised his lips and said, "Sir, your wife is so beautiful!"

The man's face changed, "Run!"

boom-

The door was slammed shut, followed by exclamations and screams from inside.

When the neighbors who heard the news arrived and knocked on the door, they only heard someone shouting for help. They immediately realized something was wrong and quickly went to the street to find other patrol soldiers.

The latter team was led by a captain. When he ran over with his men, they broke the door violently. When they rushed in, the scene inside was infuriating!

A group of American soldiers were raping a woman, while her husband was tied to a chair with his underwear stuffed in his mouth, his face flushed and glaring, but he was already dead!

Even the captain in charge was stunned by this scene, and immediately started to curse, "Asshole!"

If you don’t know, you might think they were Japanese devils.

But in fact, the US military has been like this since ancient times, and its military discipline is very poor!
When invading Japan, the Japanese government warned women that the U.S. military enjoyed extraterritoriality in Japan and Japan had no right to arrest them. If they encountered American soldiers, they could just let them have sex with them and they would not be punished at all!

In his book "Accepting Defeat: Japan after World War II," American historian John Doyle said that American soldiers only spent 15 yen, about 1 US dollar, on prostitution each time, which was equivalent to the price of half a pack of cigarettes.

American veterans recalled that U.S. military jeeps were rampaging or chasing passing women. Hundreds of thousands of U.S. troops in Japan did only two things: drinking and raping!

In addition to the enemy, they also raped their own Allied troops.

There are so many things that cannot be written down, it is simply too numerous to mention!

The neighbors took two steps back in horror after seeing this horrifying scene, and then stood on the street waving their hands and shouting heartbreakingly, "Rape and murder! The American military raped and murdered!!"

A group of American soldiers looked at the captain in bewilderment.

The latter's face was gloomy, "Shut him up!"

Four or five soldiers rushed over, dragged him back, pushed him into the house, took out a grenade and threw it inside.

boom!
The captain suddenly raised his head and looked at a house next to him, frowning, "Let's go, let's go!"

He didn't notice that on the second floor a boy was covering his mouth tightly and holding a video recorder in his hand.

He originally wanted to record the changes in Amarillo, but he didn't expect to capture this scene on film. The boy swallowed, his pupils shrank, and he trembled all over.

Of course, this is just a small part of the entire battle!
The front-line commander, General Frederick Franks, would not know, and even if he did, he would not care. He was mobilizing troops and ordering the New Mexico National Guard to launch a full-scale attack on the border area.

At around 6 am on June 24, dozens of M7 HIMARS missiles launched indiscriminate bombings in the Furiona area!
This place is only 26 kilometers away from the border!

A battalion of the Republic of Texas was trapped here, and before they had even woken up, they encountered a devastating disaster. A tank company and armored vehicles rushed straight across the plain.

It was already seven o'clock in the morning when Paul Constantine Stuart learned the news.

He is having breakfast.

Hearing this, his face turned grim, "How could this happen! Alimalo was conquered, why did you only know about it now?"

His younger brother Lawrence Constantine Stuart, who was also the military commander, blushed, feeling a little ashamed, and did not defend himself.

"Tomorrow is my birthday. He's doing this to me today to show off his abilities. Does he think I'm easier to bully than Victor next door?"

As soon as these words came out...

Interior Secretary Yod Wallace also raised his head.

Brother, don’t you know what a troublemaker you are?

You can’t pacify the world from outside, and you can’t control the four directions from inside, what the hell are you doing?

I play golf with big entrepreneurs and farmers every day. We are trying to uncover the root of corruption and bribery among them.

Of course, Interior Secretary Yod Wallace would say none of these things.

Because he already understood that Paul Constantine Stuart was not a leader.

"No more eating, let's go to the office."

He stood up and left the house in a rage. His wife and son behind him didn't dare to say a word. His rage had been growing since he became president.

He took a special car and arrived at the City Hall under the protection of bodyguards. The outer perimeter was being expanded. He felt that this place was too small to be the presidential palace, so he planned to expand it at a cost of 1800 million US dollars...

He started enjoying himself just after becoming emperor?

After entering the office with a dark face, he called all the relevant people over. Listening to their explanations, Paul Constantine Stuart's face looked extremely ugly.

"In other words, my city of 18 people was directly taken over by more than 100 special forces soldiers?"

"The US military has follow-up personnel..."

Paul Constantine Stuart looked fiercely at the person who was speaking. The other person dared not speak anymore after being glared at by him.

"Counterattack! We must counterattack. Which troops are in that area now?"

"The 36th Regiment of the 148th Infantry Division has quickly built a defense line in Hereford, and the rear troops are sending in reinforcements. Within ten hours, the 149th and 147th Regiments will be able to reach their destinations." Military Commander Lawrence Constantine Stuart said hurriedly.

President Paul nodded slightly.

"Help me connect to the 148th Regiment's front line."

Everyone was puzzled, but still helped to make the call.

"Hello-"

Paul held the microphone, "Who is the leader of the 148th Regiment?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Leant Ross!"

He nodded, "Lieutenant Colonel Ryant, I'm Paul Constantine Stuart."

“Hello, Mr. President!”

The man on the other side spoke in a loud voice, which made Paul nod with satisfaction. "The evil American army is approaching our land. I hope you can stop them."

"For Texas! For President Paul!"

These words touched his heart, especially the second half.

He had long envied Victor's army's oath before the march: "Long live Victor!"

Just five simple words, he had wanted to hear them for a long time.

"If you need anything, ask now."

Lieutenant Colonel Leandro Ross was stunned and kept quiet. "Oh, President, we haven't had ice cream for a week. Even the Coca-Cola is not original! I heard that the Camel cigarettes supplied to us were sold wholesale to the dealers by the bad guys in the rear. Even our chewing gum is chewed in the mouths of those Mexican stepdaughters. I hope I can get more supplies."

"I grew up in Texas, and if I have this, I and my soldiers will sacrifice our lives for my land!"

These words made Paul Constantine Stuart feel complicated.

"No problem. Besides that, I will ask the logistics department to send cigarettes and alcohol to ensure that every soldier has them. I will also promote you to colonel, my Texas boy."

"Don't worry, victory will belong to us in the end!"

After hanging up the phone, the president was still in high spirits and said to those around him, "I saw my soldiers and officers brave enough to die. They are warriors. I must make today's words known to all the people of Texas, so that they know that the Lone Star State will always be brilliant."

There are "literati" in the office, and their main responsibility is to convey some inspiring words.

"I want to go to the front line..." When Paul Constantine Stuart said this, his brother Lawrence and others looked unhappy. But before they could persuade them, the air raid alarm suddenly sounded in the city!

Woo—

Woohoo—

Woo woo woo—

"Quick, go to the air-raid shelter."

The group of people protected Paul and ran downstairs.

At Hereford's 148th Regiment, the regiment commander, Lieutenant Colonel Leant Ross, held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the adjutant in front of him. "Mr. President promised to ship us a batch of cigarettes and alcohol. Find someone to sell them to. Let's find John. He pays quickly."

Okay...

Looks like he's very skilled.

The adjutant looked a little pale. "New Mexico can't win. We are the front line, but our anti-tank weapons, M72 LAW individual rocket launchers, M15 anti-tank mines, etc. are all... sold out!"

"All gone?" Lieutenant Colonel Leandro Ross was stunned.

The adjutant nodded. "The Russian arms dealers paid too much money, and I sold them all without paying attention. What should I do now? Brother-in-law."

It seems like I know what the relationship between the two people is.

"What are you afraid of? There are no bonuses before the war, so not many people will do it. When we see people, we can just shoot a few times and then retreat. It's also giving face to the President."

"Will something happen?"

"We are not the only ones selling weapons. What are you afraid of? Paul doesn't have the ability to go against us. Don't worry."

The adjutant nodded slightly.

But I'm still a little nervous.

How long has it been since Texas' military became so corrupt?!

Damn it...the Indians.

(End of this chapter)