Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 587 Urgent! What should paratroopers do when they encounter ground air defense?
No matter how developed the war is.

In the end, people will definitely be needed.

Just like no matter how a movie is shot, it still needs men and women. Are they going to use robots?

Wouldn't that mean the sounds are different?
Listen to a pile of iron colliding violently?
Conquering cities, robbing wealth, and traversing mountains and rivers all require people.

Of course, the 82nd Airborne Division of the United States is like a turtle man. They fight hard in the front, but have to wait for the subsequent "genuine" ones to come up, and then people will say: bastard!

I feel wronged just thinking about it.

But the 82nd Airborne Division won’t…

Instead, I enjoy it.

10架C—130运输机越过华雷斯，他们是第82师第407旅支援营和第73骑兵团第1中队人数大约在2100人上下。

The sky was still beautiful, and you could see the morning glow in the distance that had not yet set. The transport plane looked wonderful in this frame.

Their planned landing site was in the area near the town of Amauda, ​​70 kilometers behind Juarez. It was also a must-pass place on Federal Highway 1. If the troops wanted to rush to Juarez, they could only pass through here.

There is also a "Warrior Bridge" here, which is about 300 meters long and 20 meters wide. It spans the Conchos River and is also the "connection point" of Federal Highway 40. If this place is bombed, then to cross the bridge you have to pass downstream, a detour of about kilometers.

According to the Pentagon and the front-line command center.

2100 soldiers will blow up roads and bridges here to hinder the Mexican army's support forces. After the front-line troops capture Juarez, they will quickly support the 82nd Airborne Division.

This operation is very important, and the team leader is Aurelio Henderson, deputy commander of the 82nd Airborne Division. He is not young anymore, and will retire in a few years, but he is ambitious and wants to make a charge during this period.

Give it a try…

A bicycle turns into a motorcycle!
"Warriors!"

"The enemy's provocation has torn up the oath of peace, and the shadow of crisis threatens everything we cherish. We are not invaders, but we will never tolerate atrocities that trample on dignity! Every pair of tearful eyes and every unfinished exhortation have turned into boiling blood in our chests at this moment!"

"America! Long live God's country!"

The soldiers in the cabin were also in a good mood.

Someone was still chewing gum and laughing loudly, "Commander, can we have a good meal when we get back? I'm fed up with the food that bitch chef cooks. It's so disgusting."

This remark caused everyone to laugh and speak out.

Deputy Division Commander Aurelio Henderson also felt relieved, but he still kept a fierce look on his face, "Be careful, don't overturn the car."

"The 82nd Airborne Division is invincible!"

"We never fail. The devil cries out in our bullets. So will Victor next."

Morale: +1+1+1+1.

In the pleasant atmosphere, a ding-dong sound was heard, the lights on both sides lit up red, and everyone stood up in unison.

"Don't be nervous, man." A sergeant saw the private next to him taking deep breaths and patted him on the shoulder like an older brother. "Victory belongs to us."

As he said this, he stretched out his fist, and the latter quickly raised his fist to bump with him, and nodded with a serious face.

There were hundreds of soldiers in the transport plane doing all kinds of things.

Some people were kissing photos of their girlfriends, some were holding the cross and praying tightly, and some were kissing the national emblem on their chests.

Ok…

This kind of scene can often be seen in Hollywood movies.

“Jump! Jump! Jump!!”

Colonel Aurelio Henderson, the deputy division commander, yelled, standing outside and patting each soldier on the shoulder.

"Master!"

A third-class soldier with some baby fat looked at him and said, "If I die, please tell my brother that I'm not a coward!"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked down by Deputy Division Commander Aurelio Henderson.

"Fuck you!!"

The soldiers shouted loudly, but their voices could not be heard far away.

Thousands of paratroopers spread out like snowflakes, this... is simply shocking!
He probably hadn’t seen such a scene since World War II. The last time, the only thing more shocking than him was “Market Garden”.

But in fact, there are people who are more surprised than them!

Just below where they parachuted, there was a reserve anti-aircraft battalion of about 700 people. Those who have served in the military know that this kind of troops run around in the mountains and have no fixed address. They belonged to the Western Theater Command and were originally trained and defended in Durango State. After receiving the order, they broke away from the main force and rushed to Juarez for reinforcement.

But who knows...

The soldiers of the air defense battalion who were taking a break and eating something were staring at the scene in amazement.

A private soldier still had canned meat in his mouth, his eyes blank.

Everyone's brain went blank.

"Hold!!!"

The battalion commander jumped up, nearly choking on the noodles in his mouth. He coughed hard, his face flushed red, and stomped his left foot hard on the ground, his expression painful but excited, "Quick! Quick... cough cough cough, quick, use low-altitude artillery to sweep!!"

Because this battalion belongs to the second-line force, most of its members are "militia", but they have nearly nine days of training intensity a month. They are mainly responsible for local stability maintenance, front-line reinforcements, and disaster relief.

It's very similar to the "Fubing System"...

The equipment is also relatively "poor"...

A battalion is equipped with 4 ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft guns and 6 S-60 57mm anti-aircraft guns, which are specially designed for low-altitude attack. However, they are equipped with "cluster bombs" independently developed by Mexico. When fired from the shells, they can explode hundreds of tiny steel balls in mid-air, providing defense for low altitudes and are best for dealing with helicopters.

And now...

Of course it is better to use it to hit people!
Beep—beep—

The adjutant on duty blew the whistle quickly, one short and three long whistles in a hurry, indicating that they had entered the combat position.

"Eat, eat, eat! Keep eating! After we defeat the American devils, smoke will be coming out of your grave." A squad leader slapped the private next to him on the head.

"What do you mean, squad leader?"

"What is that?" the squad leader asked, pointing to the sky.

"paratrooper!"

The private paused, "American paratroopers."

"Bullshit, that's the Iron Cross. Look, aren't these medals jumping down one by one honors?"

Iron Cross!
Hearing this, all the soldiers' breathing became a little rapid.

You should know that the lowest Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross can get a reward of 6000 riyals, and some places with loose finances will also offer rewards.

700 people quickly raised the anti-aircraft machine guns. They acted decisively and quickly, and it was obvious that they had received rigorous training.

"preparation!"

"Azimuth 35, slant range 800!" The observer screamed and slapped the parameters on the iron plate next to the gun mount. The fingers of the setting hand slid rapidly on the dial of the ZAP-23 vector sight, and the click of the copper wheel and gear mixed with the sound of breathing was particularly clear.

The aimer stepped hard on the pedal, and the breech blocks of the two 2A14 machine guns recoiled at the same time. The ammunition belt of 23x152B high-explosive tracer bullets drilled into the ammunition feeder like a bloodthirsty centipede.

"put!"

4辆ZU-23-2高射炮，以及6辆S-60式57mm高射炮对着天空开始“打地鼠”。

The other soldiers raised their guns and fired upwards.

The paratroopers had just unbuckled their parachutes when the first flames tore through the air.

The 23mm projectile turned into a steel rain at an initial velocity of 950 meters per second. The high-explosive warhead exploded in the air ten meters away from the parachute, and the prefabricated fragments were scattered in a fan shape.

The 407th Brigade Support Battalion and the 73st Squadron of the 1rd Cavalry Regiment never expected to encounter such a situation!
"Fake!"

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

Colonel Aurelio Henderson, the deputy division commander, could hear curses everywhere, but he felt cold inside...

puff…

The bulletproof vest of the paratrooper not far from him was pierced by three jagged pieces of shrapnel. The shock wave tore his parachute, which had not yet been fully opened, into shreds of cloth, and his body tumbled in the air like a puppet with its strings cut.

What can we do in heaven?
He could only put the weapon under his crotch and shoot aimlessly downwards.

The gunner's fingers gripped the firing pedal tightly, and the twin 23mm gun barrels rose rapidly with the hum of the electric servo. The swaying parachute flowers in the sight were now falling into hell on earth at a speed of five meters per second.

The copper shells of the armor-piercing incendiary bullets in the ammunition box glowed with a dead cold light in the morning light. When the flames gushed out, the paratroopers had not yet realized that their trajectory was being measured by the god of death with a ruler.

The barrel trembled, throwing 32 rounds of metal storm per second into the sky, and tracer bullets wove scarlet spider webs at low altitude. A captain paratrooper tried to curl up to avoid it, but the 23mm bullet easily tore through the nylon canopy, and his right leg below the knee instantly turned into a bloody mist, and the broken tibia fragments even embedded in the bulletproof plate of his companion behind him.

"God!!! Aa ...

The unique cavity effect of the high-explosive warhead bloomed in the human body. The blood mist exploding in the air was like an inverted fountain. The parachute swept by the ammunition chain spun and fell like a kite with a broken string, and half of a charred arm was hanging on the parachute rope.

That blood...

Splashing everywhere in the air without restraint!

I don’t know…

I thought God was having his period. The loader roared as he slammed the new ammunition belt into the receiver. The pile of hot shells under the gun mount had already covered his ankles. The aimer's forehead was bulging with veins, and he had turned the speed wheel of the manual vector sight to the limit - the descent trajectory of these paratroopers was too regular, it was like a slow-motion shot of a moving target at a shooting range.

When the third round of strafing began, the entire airborne area was shrouded in a rainstorm of metal and flesh. The paratroopers who were cut off from the waist did not even have time to scream. The broken bones and organs flew radially under the action of the shock wave, dyeing the wheat fields below an eerie dark red.

The alarm for changing the gun barrel suddenly sounded, and the assistant gunner's hand, which was swinging the spare gun barrel, froze in mid-air - there was no complete human figure in the sky, only the floating torn parachute cloth and slowly falling blood drops.

In the smoke, the ZU-23-2's flash suppressor was still glowing red and vibrating, as if some mechanical behemoth that had just finished hunting was gasping for breath.

"Change the ammunition belt!" The moment the loader pulled off the empty ammunition box, four soldiers were already waiting on both sides of the gun carriage. They rushed towards the hot ammunition receiver carrying 50 new ammunition belts.

The aimer's handle turned violently on the elevation wheel, and the gun barrel drew a death arc in pursuit of the scattered parachutes - the barrage directly cut off the three paratroopers in the middle, and the scarlet trajectory of the tracer bullets wove a bloody spider web in the air. A soldier who tried to cut the parachute rope to accelerate his fall was pierced by a 23mm armor-piercing incendiary bullet, and burning magnesium and aluminum powder gushed out of his chest...

The gun barrel turned dark red during the continuous shooting. The soldier who was replacing the barrel grabbed the wooden handle and stuck the spare barrel into the guide rail. Fifteen seconds later, the new barrel roared again.

At this moment, there was no complete parachute in the sky. Only slowly falling body parts and blood-soaked parachute cloth fragments were left. In the metal storm of the ZU-23-2, which fired 2000 rounds per minute, the human body was as fragile as a dandelion in the wind.

ZU-23-2 also has another name: "Infantry Harvester".

It's just very very very...

Decompress!

It’s more relaxing than watching a video of earwax cleaning at night.

The only bad thing is that the ground has gravity. After more than ten minutes, some fish still slipped through the net and luckily fell to the ground.

"Save me! Save me! I don't want to die. I can't die here, medic!"

A captain had both legs broken and was lying on the ground, covered in blood. He was screaming miserably. The severe pain made his brain somewhat out of control.

But he is not alone.

There were injured and disabled soldiers everywhere.

The veterans looked around vigilantly, while the recruits were at a loss and the officers gave orders on the radio.

but…

"Master Aurelio? Has anyone seen the master?"

The deputy division commander's guard ran over with a carbine in his hand, his face covered in blood, bent over, and a look of fear in his eyes.

No way… No way…

You won't die here, right?
That's possible. Bullets don't recognize people.

It was nothing like the Indian sister-in-law, who could smell her husband's scent and spread her ass while lying on the ground ten kilometers away.

"here!"

Under a big tree, Colonel Aurelio Henderson stretched out his hand and called out weakly. Several guards ran over and saw that his thigh was broken. A medical soldier was injecting him with morphine and stopping the bleeding in advance.

"It hit an artery."

The medic shook his head and gritted his teeth. There was no need for him to say the next words. This was certain death, especially on the battlefield. Where would the paratroopers come from to send them to the rear?

Colonel Aurelio Henderson grabbed the captain's hand with some force, as if he had a last burst of energy, and glared at him, "Go blow up the Bravo Bridge and prevent the Mexican army from providing support."

"Master!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just take a rest."

Aurelio Henderson muttered to himself, his lips turning pale and his eyes starting to blur. "I think I saw Steve coming to pick me up."

The captain of the guard who had followed him for four or five years almost burst into tears.

Steve was Aurelio's son who had cancer and has died.

Gradually…

The other side stopped moving. The captain of the guard lowered his head and his shoulders shook a little, but he quickly wiped his eyes and said, "Hide the commander's body and wait for our victory!"

Although the team leader Aurelio Henderson was killed!
If you are the leader, then just follow the lead.

The battalion commander of the 407th Brigade Support Battalion was also beaten to pieces, and his body was torn into pieces by bullets "that thick", while the major squadron leader of the 73st Squadron of the 1rd Cavalry Regiment was lucky enough to land on the ground.

He called on the radio, "Get close to me!"

According to the coordinates and directions he provided, all the people scattered around ran towards him.

Half an hour later…

In the woods four kilometers west of the Warrior Bridge, Major Squadron Leader Jeff looked at the frightened soldiers in front of him and half opened his mouth...

“Are there only that many people left?”

The soldiers looked at each other. The two troops usually interacted with each other, and many familiar faces, young and old, were gone.

Morale: -1-1-1!

At a glance, there were about 700 people present!

More than 2100 of the 1300-man army were killed in mid-air...

This kind of loss is equivalent to directly wiping out an entire regiment. In modern wars, due to the use of heavy firepower weapons, the casualty rate of soldiers has greatly increased.

Generally speaking, when the casualty rate of an army reaches 20%, its combat effectiveness may be significantly affected; when the casualty rate reaches 30%, the army will most likely lose its combat effectiveness.

A 30% casualty rate is considered a critical threshold, above which the army’s combat capability will be significantly reduced and may even collapse!!

Of course, elite troops can reach around 70.80, but this is rare throughout the world.

"I want... I want to go home..." The soldier, who was wearing glasses and looked like a college student who had just graduated from school, whispered. Everyone around him heard it and looked over at once.

"Shut up, do you want to be a deserter?" the second lieutenant on the left front side shouted.

"But we only have so few people. After blowing up the bridge, can we stop the attack of the Mexican army? I... I... I don't want to die fearlessly." The other party was still quibbling. In his mind, the fear of the bullet grazing his body in mid-air and the sight of his comrades being blown up made his pupils shrink.

Just as he was about to speak...

Major Squadron Leader Jeff stood up and fired a shot. The bullet went through the opponent's head and the body fell heavily to the ground. The people next to him screamed and dodged to the side, looking at him in astonishment.

"If you disrupt the morale of the troops on the battlefield, you will be punished according to military law! I am the supreme commander of the troops, you must obey me!"

"Everyone head to the Warrior Bridge. Make sure to blow it up."

Major Captain Jeff looked at them and said in a slow tone, "Do you think surrendering will get you anywhere? Victor is a well-known leader who hates drugs. I know that many of us here have used drugs. If we are found out, what do you think he will do?"

"The last thing Mexico lacks is deserts and graves."

"Drug dealers and addicts in the desert use cacti as fertilizer..."

The remaining soldiers were horrified and dared not talk about surrender anymore.

Victor's reputation is simply too great.

If he went back to World War II, he would fight against both the Allies and the Axis Powers.

The German army during World War II was praised as a miracle. Many war history materials mentioned that German soldiers were "loyal and brave" and could fight bravely on the battlefield for days without rest, just like an Aryan superman. But this is a complete lie, because these materials did not say that the German army relied on drugs to achieve their goals. Instead, they used a drug called "Pervitin", the main ingredient of which is "methamphetamine", also known as "methamphetamine".

What is the other name? Guess.

The entire German army was full of drug addicts, and naturally Britain, whose entire army was addicted to drugs during World War II, was not willing to lag behind.

After 1941, the British Army began distributing a drug called "Sleepless Pills", claiming that it could help soldiers maintain a strong fighting spirit and eliminate fatigue, but in fact it was a drug product like Pervitin.

You see, the traditional skill of the British army has appeared, and morale is maintained entirely by taking drugs.

During the Battle of El Alamein in 1942, Montgomery ordered the distribution of 10 pills of the product to the soldiers in order to enable them to persist in the high-intensity combat.

During the entire war, the British Army consumed a total of 7500 million pills of various methamphetamine drugs, which directly turned the British Army into an army of drug addicts!

The 82nd Airborne Division has long relied on drugs to maintain combat effectiveness and morale.

after all…

Paratroopers are destined to be surrounded and sacrificed!
Who is not afraid?
Major Squadron Leader Jeff led his men to rush towards the bridge four kilometers away. At the same time, the commander of the Mexican reserve air defense battalion had already discovered something was wrong.

Why do we suddenly need paratroopers?

These people came here to cause trouble and they must have come to blow up the bridge.

So one company was left behind to pack up their weapons, and the rest of the people quickly rushed to the "Warrior Bridge" with light luggage.

One rushed over from the west side, and the other ran from the east side.

Hey!
The two gangs reached the bridge almost instantly.

Both sides were stunned when they saw the person appearing on the opposite side.

Then they shouted at the same time:

"Fire!"

“Kill them!!!”

The wild birds in the woods flapped their wings in fright and flew away into the distance.

The bridge...

The sound of gunfire echoed in the wilderness like thunder, and the lingering sound!
……

(End of this chapter)