Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 588 "Now I tell her that those are the tears of a coward traveling through the atmosphere!!!"

"boom…"

Las Cruces, New Mexico.

It is approximately 100 km from Juarez and 72 km north of El Paso, Texas.

美军第1骑兵师的第1装甲旅级战斗队绰号“枪骑兵”的第5骑兵团第2营以及绰号“种马”的第8骑兵团第2营合计大约120辆坦克和装甲车不断的冲击着这里！

Fighter planes and bombers from above kept dropping bombs on the ground.

We must capture this place, cut off the retreat of the two divisions of the 336th Army, and cooperate with the rest of the troops to eliminate these people!

Stationed here is the "336st Guards Battalion" of the 779th Division of the 1th Mexican Army, with about 1200 people. The commander of the 336th Army, Major General Walter von Brauchitsch, also understands that this is a strategic location. Even if there is Juarez in the rear, he cannot "completely" leave his butt to friendly forces.

Therefore, the capable "1st Guards Battalion" was left here, and this battalion became famous.

These more than 1200 people are all veterans of the former Soviet Union!

Many of them came from "famous schools", such as the 103rd Guards Airborne Division, the 40th Army, the 56th Guards Independent Air Assault Brigade and the 345th Guards Independent Air Assault Regiment, which performed outstandingly in the Afghanistan War. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, these accomplices of the "Red Devil" did not do very well.

Some were forced to sell blood and military medals to make a living. At that time, society was in chaos and many veterans had no choice but to join gangs in order to have enough food and clothing.

Before the collapse of the Soviet Union, Victor had already recruited a large number of experienced veterans. Instead of being a mercenary, you might as well be a soldier for me and get food.

most important……

I can beat Americans here.

Eat, sleep, shit and beat Americans...

There were many veterans in the Soviet Union who believed that the country’s disintegration was closely related to the Americans. Once Victor raised the banner, many people responded in kind.

Oh…

The air tickets are included. As long as you come and pass the physical examination, you will be hired uniformly, but you will be demoted to a lower level: a major general will be promoted to colonel, a major will be promoted to captain, and a second lieutenant will be promoted to sergeant major. In order to prevent them from being confused, Victor discussed with the military to specially bring a group of Soviets together to form a fighting force.

But the highest level is the battalion level.

Similar to…

Mexico's "Foreign Legion".

Not to mention, the fighting power is really awesome...

From the beginning of the war, it was all about howling.

father!

The Soviets finally set foot on American soil!

When the U.S. mechanized forces "impacted" Las Cruces, they quickly counterattacked.

The deafening roar tore through the silence of the countryside, and the flames from the 88mm gun barrel flashed through the birch forest.

Ivanovich, the anti-armor company commander of the "1st Guards Regiment", wiped off the mud splashed on the observation mirror and looked at the LAV-25 armored vehicle five kilometers away, which was twisted and deformed like a tin can hit by a sledgehammer, emitting thick smoke, and the people inside were deader than dead.

I really don't believe that your LAV-25 armored vehicle can withstand the anti-aircraft guns laid flat.

These steel behemoths that are supposed to shoot into the air become the most deadly ground-based death gods when they lower their gun barrels.

"Load armor-piercing bullets!" He kicked away the hot shell. The air mixed with gunpowder smoke burned his throat, and he could feel the blood when he swallowed.

The artillery position thirty meters away was firing rapidly, and the mechanical and precise coordination of the crew members made it possible to fire at a rate of fifteen rounds per minute.

Another shell penetrated the poplar forest, exploding scarlet flowers on the American positions.

A hail of bullets suddenly came from the right side. When Ivanovich fell down, he saw that the upper body of the recruit Andrei had been torn into a bloody mist by 12.7mm bullets.

Several white smokes rose from the rock belt three hundred meters away. The RPG hit the No. 3 gun position with its wake, overturning the entire anti-aircraft gun into burning scrap metal.

The comrades next to him hurriedly dragged the wounded soldier out howling, but he was breathing in less than he was breathing out, and soon there was no movement.

"Machine gun team suppresses the nine o'clock direction!" Ivanovich rolled to the spare ammunition box, and the steel ammunition belt made a deathly vibrating sound in the bumps.

He saw with his own eyes that the armor-piercing bullet hole seemed to "dance", avoiding all "obstacles" that could block it, and nailed the three soldiers behind it to the oak tree.

The loader Sergei suddenly let out an inhuman scream. A sniper had shattered his knee, but the strong Siberian man still hung the ramming machine and stuffed the fourth shell into the barrel.

"сукинсын/дач!! (Damn it!)"

"Blast you to death!!"

The battalion artillery company of the "1st Guards Regiment" was deployed on the west side of the city's main gate, which is on "Lincoln Street" where the US military's firepower was very strong.

Company commander Mitrofan Nedelin held the observation mirror tightly with his right hand covered with burn scars. The 10-year-old artilleryman kept his left eye squinted - the sequelae of shrapnel left by years ago made him see the world with double vision.

When he saw the US military's 30 M1A1 armored vehicles charging in cluster, his pupils shrank.

The visual effect brought by "War Beasts" is still very shocking.

Don’t be fooled by the “thousands of people” or “tens of thousands of people” you see on TV. When 1.200 people stand in front of you, you think it’s a lot!

After all, the three of them formed a crowd.

AAA building materials boss, please pay attention to your image in the mall, don't pile up on others, it's easy to cross-infect. (I'm talking about you!!)
"Switch to armor-piercing high-explosive shells!!!"

A hoarse roar mixed with tinnitus came.

Sergeant Maxim at the No. 2 gun position suddenly convulsed and fell down. This sturdy man who loved to hum Ukrainian folk songs had a piece of shrapnel the size of a fingernail stuck in his left temple, and his right eyeball hung on his cheekbone like a melted glass ball.

As Mitrofan Nedelin rushed over to take over the loading station, the soldiers next to him noticed that dark sweat stains were seeping out of the back of his combat uniform, casting a distorted shadow of trees on his spine.

He adjusted the angle...

I just happened to see through the sight that the muzzle of the opposite tank was pointed at me.

"Блядь! Сукинсын! Давай, давай! Пошелты! Американский ублюдок! (Fuck! Son of a bitch! Come on! Bomb me to death, you American bastards!)"

boom!
boom!
"come!!!!"

Mitrofan Nedelin roared, his eyes wide open.

The shells from both sides seemed to pass by each other at some point.

boom-!
The m1a1 main battle heavy tank was hit head-on...

The shells are like "bumper cars", they bounce on them and cannot penetrate them at all!!!
The shell of the M1A1120 mm smoothbore gun hit a place not far from Mitrovan Nedelin and exploded, and a cloud of dust and smoke rose into the air in an instant.

“Captain——!!”

The smell of burning resin mixed with burnt flesh and blood filled the battlefield.

All I saw was the white fragments of patella embedded in the threads of the gun mount.

He slid down to sit on the ground, leaning against the hot barrel, his broken hamstrings dangling in the air like a pulled telephone wire, but he still used his muscular arms to complete the loading process.

"Medic!" The scream of the soldier next to him stopped abruptly.

The 12.7mm bullet cut into his left rib, and the young man's underdeveloped chest cavity was like an opened can, with six ribs and powdered lung tissue splattered onto the ground nearby.

The smoke cleared...

Mitrofan Nedelin lay on the ground, his legs blown apart at the knees, it was a tragic scene, when his eyelashes touched the minced meat he tasted the rusty blood of youth - when the boy died, his front teeth were still tightly gripping half a bullet chain.

The crackling sound mixed with the burning diesel echoed in the position.

Mitrofan Nedelin's right leg, which was as thick as a tree stump, was now only left with a few strands of dark red muscle tissue. The blood bubbles gushing out from the shattered knee drew a strange totem on the sand.

This man who once carried a 122mm artillery shell with one hand, now...

But he was like a paralyzed patient who could not stand up. He looked around with trembling lips and some tinnitus in his ears. Those who fell down around him were all "relatives" he had known for a long time.

Sticky brain matter dripped down the lines of his veins.

Four hundred meters away, the figures of the American commandos twisted and deformed in the heat wave and rushed towards the side of Las Cruces.

Are we going to have a street fight? ! ! !

"Regimental artillery company!!"

"attack!!!!"

Mitrofan Nedelin roared loudly, lay on the ground, and fired at the front with a machine gun in his hand!

boom!
Another shell came from nowhere...

The sound of machine guns stopped abruptly...

Mitrofan Nedelin's right arm was also blown off. He looked up at the sky with empty eyes. When the blood fell into his eyes, he saw the birch forest in 1967.

When I was seven years old, I was standing on tiptoe to pick sap from a tree when the sound of my father's chainsaw while felling trees startled the jays.

The blanket that my mother had mended still had a musty smell that seemed to linger around my nose.

He thought of his wife's swollen belly the night before he left home, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes when she pressed her face against the ribbon of the medal.

"It will be a girl with eyes like yours." She drew circles on the gunshot calluses on his chest, and the warmth of her fingertips was now rekindling in the blood that was leaking out.

Sporadic sobbing was heard from the southwest. I didn't know which comrade's broken arm was still holding half of the bayonet.

The scent of jasmine wafts in the dusk. Is it the wild jasmine blooming behind my childhood home?

When I was eight years old, I fell into a stream while playing hide-and-seek. The wet linen shirt stuck to my back and I felt so cold. When the folded paper boat carrying the cicada shells floated away, my father said that the flowing water would take them to the sea.

The sky began to fall and stars poured out from the wound.

He saw his mother carrying a clay pot and walking towards the vegetable patch, his father sharpening a sickle under the eaves, his unborn daughter standing on tiptoe to reach the light from the window, and his wife looking back at him with eyes full of reluctance.

Someone was calling for a stretcher not far away, and the chirping of cicadas suddenly filled the entire midsummer.

Mitrovan Nedelin slowly closed his eyes.

"Dawali, love you!"

……

"Waste! Waste! Waste!!!"

The operations officer of the 1st Armored Brigade Combat Team of the 1st Cavalry Division of the U.S. Army pointed at the two battalion commanders of the 5nd Battalion of the 2th Cavalry Regiment and the 8nd Battalion of the 2th Cavalry Regiment and cursed, "There is only one battalion on the other side, and you have twice as many as them, and you have 120 tanks and armored vehicles, and you haven't broken through yet. What are you doing!"

"If this were Japan, you would all commit seppuku."

The two battalion commanders' faces were also grim.

Their losses were heavy...

More than 30 tanks were blown up, more than 300 people were killed, and more than 400 were injured. To be honest, they have tried their best and can't play anymore.

"Staff Officer Francis, the soldiers need to rest. They have been attacking for four hours straight and their morale is a bit unstable." The commander of the 8nd Battalion, 2th Cavalry Regiment, said in a deep voice.

The combat staff officer subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he looked up and saw the wounded soldiers and many officers looking at him unkindly, he shuddered, shrank his butt, and suddenly became quiet.

"It's not that I won't give you a rest. If we can't take Las Cruces, you should understand our outcome. Mexican planes are flying everywhere in the sky. If we wait for their infantry to return, we won't be able to hold on. Failure means going to a military court. You should know this better than me."

Operations Staff Officer Francis' tone was also somewhat desperate...

"Take a rest for forty minutes. After forty minutes, I will personally drive the tank to attack!"

The battalion commander of the 5nd Battalion of the 2th Cavalry Regiment gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red. At this point, he could only fight for his life.

"Okay, let's distribute the Angel Dust sent down by the logistics department to our brothers." The combat staff nodded.

This "Angel Dust" is actually a mixture of "Hell No. 2 + amphetamine", a new product made by the US military laboratory. This drug can effectively reduce the fear and fatigue of soldiers, but it has only one disadvantage, it is easy to get excited, sometimes too excited...

Blood vessels may burst easily.

There was once an experimental monkey who, after eating, "had sex" with 17 female monkeys in a row, and then... died from a burst blood vessel.

"Yes!"

The two battalion commanders saluted and gave the order to rest.

At this time, in the distance...

In the wind...

I heard the call, it was very loud...

The American officers looked at each other, at a loss.

They were a little scared. Why had they not collapsed even after fighting to this point?

Instead, morale is high?
"Fake!!"

"Call for a tactical air strike." Operations Staff Officer Francis also gritted his teeth, "There's no other way!"

At this moment, an American signalman ran over quickly and shouted, "Battalion Commander, the rear support troops are here!"

Everyone had a look of astonishment on their faces, but the next second, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh shit!

Here comes the one who takes the blame!
Major Kosarev, commander of the 2st Guards Battalion, stroked the explosive reactive armor of the M Bradley infantry fighting vehicle with his bandaged hand.

"Use the M4A1 tracks as pillows for the kids." He kicked away the chocolate wrappers on the ground. The tin foil with Mickey Mouse printed on it was oozing blood.

Medical soldier Natasha suddenly screamed and smashed the medical alcohol. She found that the wounded she was rescuing had long been silent. Major Kosarev walked over and bit open the new bottle with his teeth, but found that all the soldiers had stopped swallowing.

The reinforced battalion of more than 1200 people now has less than 600 people left.

"Look at this," he suddenly pulled open his collar, revealing an old scar three inches below his collarbone.

The soldiers saw that it was a bullet hole covered with tattoos, surrounded by the longitude and latitude coordinates of the Baikonur launch site.

"1983!" His fingers slid across the longitude and latitude lines. "That was the day I typed 'Lost Traveler' myself."

From the other side came the sound of the rotors of an Apache attack helicopter.

You can hear it.

Practice makes perfect. Like me, I have been an electrician for so long that I can tell whether there is electricity just by touching it.

Major Kosarev took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and the sound of the clockwork stopped the trembling of the nearest private soldier. There was a yellowed photo embedded on the cover of the watch: a little girl wearing an astronaut helmet saluted in front of the statue of Gagarin.

"My daughter always asks why the stars fall." He suddenly put his pocket watch on the barrel of the tank, and the melody of the ballet "Swan Lake" spread through the trench along the metal:

“Now I tell her that those are the tears of cowards traveling through the atmosphere!!!”

A sudden roar came from the observation post: "Rockets! Rockets! Three o'clock!"

Major Kosarev grabbed handfuls of bloody dirt and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing until his gums were cut.

When fire began to rain down from the burning sky, he jumped onto the turret and spread his arms like a broken military flag.

“Do you know why Americans put chewing gum in their bulletproof vests?”

Major Kosarev's voice cut through the blast, shaking a half-empty box of Wrigley peppermints he'd found on a corpse. "Because they're afraid of smelling their own rotten insides!"

One soldier suddenly started laughing, with half of his tattooed scalp still stuck in the engineering shovel on his waist.

Major Kosarev took the opportunity to throw out his treasured vodka, and the bottle exploded into a blue-green fireball on the burning snow. "Before Lieutenant Sergeyev died last night, he stuffed a Lenin medal into the exhaust pipe of the M1A1." He held up the ceramic plug stripped from the American corpse, "Now this thing is hotter than the velvet of the Moscow Theater!"

The aurora suddenly pierced through the clouds, and all electronic equipment burst into sparks.

Major Kosarev cut off the smoking communicator and found that the soldiers were carving words on the snow with bayonets. The Cyrillic letters glowed in the plasma storm, forming an unfinished sentence of "How the Steel Was Tempered".

“See that rainbow in the ionosphere?”

He pointed to the sky, "That's Comrade Yuri Gagarin filling us with starlight in synchronous orbit!"

When the first wave of rockets came.

Major Kosarev, who had been a ZW, raised his hand: "I was a coward when the Soviet Union collapsed, but when I faced the enemy I was born to be, "Remember, comrades, every economic crisis of capitalism - " "is a promotion salute for my soldiers!!!"

...

Mexico, National Palace.

Victor stood by the window, smoking a cigarette, while his confidential secretary Martin Baumann held up the battle situation:

“6月26日傍晚15：30分，美军第82空降师共出动了78架次的阿帕奇和AH-1“眼镜蛇”对城市进行低空打击，第336军第779师的“近卫第1营”全营1200名士兵抵抗了43个小时后，全部阵亡，拉斯克鲁塞斯沦陷。”

"New Mexico declares the Reclaiming of Las Cruces!"

Martin Bauman didn't even dare to breathe after he finished reading the encouragement.

Victor took a deep breath, feeling a little confused. The retreat of two divisions was cut off!
"The General Staff's backup plan is..." He just asked two questions.

There was a hurried knock on the door, and Victor frowned, "Come in."

Then he saw Casare running in in a hurry with a smile on his face. Victor was in a bad mood and was about to curse when he heard the other party say:
"Boss, the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the U.S. Army in Arlington, Virginia, has launched an armed rebellion and attacked the Pentagon!"

????!!!!!!
……

(End of this chapter)