Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 231 Hell on Earth! (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader)

Rumble…

The makeshift tanks were extremely noisy and uncomfortable to ride in, but the CJNG drug dealers, who were heading towards San Cristóbal, were beaming with excitement.

They were warlords before, but they couldn't command such a large army so openly and legitimately, launching an attack on a city like a formal war!
"Haha! I wonder if Milton has received the news yet. He's probably trembling with fear right now, isn't he?"

"They originally planned to besiege San Cristo, but after five days they still haven't taken the city, and now they're the ones who are being besieged by us!"

One of the state troopers asked with some concern, "Doesn't Milton have cannons? Why isn't he bombing our troops?"

CJNG drug dealers have always looked down on these cowardly cops, but considering they're on the same side now, they offered a brief explanation: "Heh...you don't understand, do you? Don't you have money to buy a TV?"

"Didn't you know that the civil war in Guatemala had escalated and that Milton's forces were heavily deployed on the front lines, making it impossible to redeploy them?"

"Haven't you heard that Milton is now so desperate that he's starting to make cannons out of gasoline drums and cannonballs out of gas cylinders?"

The state police officer paused for a moment, then pressed on, "But didn't he just use cannons to kill a lot of people in the city a few days ago? The governor was almost killed too."

One drug dealer said with absolute confidence, "This just proves that Milton's firepower is insufficient. Otherwise, why didn't he just attack the important buildings?"

"Because only by killing can he generate the greatest public opinion effect at the lowest cost, and also allow him to proclaim victory internally... This actually proves his weakness, do you understand?"

The state trooper finally understood: "Oh, I see! So Milton panicked..."

"That's right, haven't you noticed he hasn't made any moves these past few days?" the drug dealer said smugly. "Now he only has two paths left..."

"The first thing is to stay put and let your defenses be attacked from both sides, forcing his soldiers to fight, and in the end, they will lose everything and retreat back to Vevetenango in a sorry state, so that they will never be able to cause trouble in Mexico again... Hey, if he does that again, I will definitely go to the border and take a dump. I want to see how Milton's people dare not speak out!"

"Secondly, while there's still some time, quickly withdraw his men and light equipment back to Komitan... Leave the heavy equipment and food behind and give them all to us. It won't be long before we take Komitan too."

"Either we lose everything and flee back to his territory, or we take a few things and flee back on our own... For us, it's just a matter of winning big or small."

The state trooper gradually gained confidence. He nodded and said, "Milton is a madman. I think he'll choose the first path and fight us to the end... So, how should we fight him then?"

After the state government announced its intention to quell the rebellion and relieve the city of San Cristóbal, Milton's side unusually responded publicly, saying that the enforcers of justice in Tapachula would not back down an inch and would be waiting for the cowards of the CJNG in San Cristóbalbal, etc.

Most people thought that Milton was about to have a major showdown in San Cristóbal.

Of course, a small number of people believe that Milton was just bluffing, pretending to fight a decisive battle, but actually preparing to escape.

“It’s simple. We’ve agreed with the garrison in the city to launch a pincer attack on Milton tomorrow.” A minor officer, looking like a street thug, took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling a smoke ring, and explained, “Today we’ll scare Milton a bit, fire a few shots at his lines, and make his soldiers live in fear…”

"By tomorrow, when they'll be scared out of their wits, we'll charge with the tanks. Milton's men will be caught in a pincer movement and will collapse in at most an hour."

"Hehe... I wonder how many women I can catch this time. It's been so long since I've had any fun. I'm going to have a good time this time!"

"Alright, we'll be at the front lines in a few hours. The scouts have checked, and it's safe there—I guess Milton has packed up all his forces there."

"I'll go check out the back first. I heard there's a lot of good food in this supply..."

"..."

As the supporting troops marched forward in a mighty procession, no one noticed that a "reconnaissance" drone was camouflaging itself under the sun above them, conducting reconnaissance of the army.

Their every move was under their watchful eyes...

Half an hour later, the foreman who said he wanted to check the logistics supplies arrived at the logistics convoy by car.

This logistics team, composed of vehicles that couldn't be further modified into "makeshift tanks," was struggling to make its way along the dusty dirt road leading to San Cristo.

Those who had trucks were considered lucky; many workers didn't even get access to mechanized tools and had to use old handcarts or other tools to transport supplies.

Apart from the drug dealers, everyone's face was ashen. The biting cold wind made the workers shiver – many of them didn't even have a thick coat!
The drug dealers only agreed to give these starving people a little food, and the amount was small, which was not enough to offset the energy consumption of this kind of physical labor.

The workers mechanically carried heavy supplies: ammunition boxes, sacks of food, heavy water bottles, barrels of fuel... Many of their bare hands and feet, exposed to the cold wind, were cracked and turned purple in many places.

Everyone is working overtime. The intense work has made many people sweat, and the cold wind takes away even more heat.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with vacant eyes and extreme exhaustion finally couldn't hold on any longer. He stumbled and fell to the ground, knocking over the cart he was pushing and spilling a large amount of white rice onto the ground.

A boy nearby screamed, "Dad... Ah!!!"

Before he could even shout, a CJNG drug dealer who was eating bread jumped out of the car and whipped the boy repeatedly across the back!
The workers responsible for transporting food and shells were being watched closely by several drug dealers wielding whips. Anyone who "slacked off" even slightly would be beaten until their skin was torn and bleeding.

The drug dealer sneered, "You damned thing, you think you can slack off just because your family member died? Don't you want to live anymore? That man was your father, wasn't he? You've ruined the food, can you afford to pay for it with your life? Pick it up!"

"If you don't clean up your dad's mess, you'll either pay up or lose your life!"

"Do you know how far behind our logistics convoy is compared to the main force ahead? Those people over there aren't as easy to talk to as I am!"

"hurry up!"

The drug dealers completely ignored the middle-aged man who was clearly still alive and could be saved—if one person dies, they can give one less unit of food and make one more unit of money.

Food is so valuable now, he wishes more people would die so he could swallow their entire share.

At this moment, the drug dealers saw their leader returning from patrol and hurriedly went up to greet him, with one of them even handing over a wad of cash.

"Boss!"

"Haha... This time it went really smoothly, Milton didn't even dare to fire a single shot!"

The foreman watched as the middle-aged man's still-breathing body was run over by the truck and turned into a pile of minced meat. A smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand, saying, "Alright, hurry up and get that guy to clean up the mess left by his dead father. Didn't you see the traffic jam all the way behind us?"

Other drug dealers, while whipping people, laughed and said, "This really makes money, much more than we risk our lives selling drugs to Americans."

"Ha! What's this?" The squad leader casually took the pesos, counted them off, and nodded in satisfaction. "When we take Milton's position and seize their weapons, that's when we'll really make money!"

"You have no idea how much pressure the Guatemalan government is under right now, how much it needs weapons, and how much money it's willing to spend on them."

Seeing that the road was about to be cleared, the foreman nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Later, I'll talk to the boss and try to loot an artillery position... Hehe, Milton's shells, I wonder how valuable they are?"

The drug dealers were chatting while supervising the workers to clear the road and quickly restore traffic flow to the partially blocked area...

The next second, the sound of metal slicing through the air suddenly came from the sky.

A thing that looked roughly like a cylinder and a cone fell from the sky and landed in front of the drug dealers.

boom!
The trigger fuse gave no one time to react, detonating instantly and exploding next to the truck. The shockwave directly shattered the drug dealer who had just been wielding the whip!

Heavy rice sacks, supply bags, and metal vehicle frames were tossed into the air and then slammed back down, scattering large quantities of supplies across the ground.

The high-speed shrapnel sliced ​​off the arm of the drug dealer who had just boasted about wanting to see the Milton shell!

After a moment of stunned silence, the low-ranking officer screamed in agony: "Ah!!! My hand, my hand!!!"

"Enemy attack!"

"The enemy is attacking! Quick, tell those men in front to stop charging and turn around!!"

The henchman stared at his charred wound and continued to scream, "Ah!! It hurts so much! Where's the doctor? Bertrand, you idiot, what are you standing there for? Get me a doctor right now! Doctor! Where's my hand? Pick it up quickly..."

boom!
Before he could finish shouting, the next shell had already arrived.

The squad leader was lucky; the shell's blast point was still far enough away from him that the shockwave didn't kill him.

But just like last time, a scorching shard flew at high speed, spinning and hitting the leader's neck with perfect accuracy.

Zila...

The drug dealers, having just suppressed their fear, hurriedly retrieved their boss's hand. Before they could take two steps forward, they heard the sound of flesh being burned by intense heat.

Then they saw their boss's head roll off the ground.

Thick smoke mixed with the smell of blood rose up, followed by a moment of silence after the loud bang, which was then broken by a series of shrill screams and the creaking of twisted metal.

The drug dealers were completely dumbfounded.

"It's over..."

"What, what do we do?!"

"How do we organize a counterattack? We need to get the people at the front back as soon as possible. We're just in the logistics and transportation department; we have absolutely no strength to fight back!"

"They're not far away. We're being shelled. Are those people up ahead deaf? Do they think they can't hear us? What do we need a notification for? Can't we just find some cover?"

The drug dealers were in a panic, gripping their pistols tightly and trying to find cover.

"Of course they can hear us, but if we don't pass on the message, by the time they confirm it and send their troops, we'll be dead!"

"Damn it, that's not the most important thing right now!" A drug dealer, huddled next to a makeshift tank, listened to the continuous, deafening explosions. "Didn't you guys notice? Their shells are hitting the vehicles. They're cutting off the front and rear. We're going to be trapped inside!"

The sharp-eyed drug dealer noticed that the already congested and disorderly logistics convoy was instantly thrown into chaos after being hit by those shots, turning into a massive traffic jam.

Logistics isn't just about being a porter who simply moves things over... If you let someone who's not even slightly professional handle it, expect a massive traffic jam.

The enemy launched an attack while we were stuck in traffic; the scene was...

No, the situation is out of control now.

The attack force composed of drug dealers and state police was able to maintain order to some extent, but the workers who had been tricked and abducted had no willpower at all. Fear overwhelmed all orders, and no one cared about the scattered supplies. They turned around and fled desperately to the rear and the surrounding area.

The convoy, which was originally able to move slowly, became an obstacle blocking the road after most people abandoned their vehicles and fled!
With just a few shells, this massive logistics force already showed signs of irreversible collapse...

"What do we do then?" The CJNG drug dealer gritted his teeth. "I'll get in the tank and fight them to the death!"

"Who are you going to fight to the death with? Do you even see where the enemy is? Are you going to fight thin air?!"

The real battlefield scene completely stunned these CJNG drug dealers who were used to only fighting in alleyways or street gunfights. Unlike the gunfights in arcade games, they couldn't even see where the enemy was. In the midst of panic, fear, loud noise, and Flora's deliberate shift of artillery positions, the drug dealers couldn't even figure out the approximate location of the enemy.

Using the reverse slope for cover, most drug dealers and state police could only hear the cannon fire from all directions, but could not see a single person!

As the cars in front and behind were completely destroyed, a drug dealer suddenly spotted a relatively intact convertible jeep.

There was a radio in the back seat of the jeep...

This is the car of that small fry leader!

He suddenly saw a glimmer of hope for survival and shouted, "I'll go to the boss's car and see if there's a radio there that can contact the troops ahead!"

"Everyone else must hold on! Milton is taking a risk. He's outnumbered. If we can withstand this attack, he'll be finished once the main force turns back!"

The drug dealer jumped out and casually shot several workers who were running away in panic and blocking his view with his pistol. He was about to get close to the radio station.

Before he could even pick up the walkie-talkie, he heard several muffled rumbling sounds coming from afar.

That was also an explosion, but judging from the sound, the explosion over there was much more powerful and destructive...

The drug dealer turned his head and looked at the rising smoke and pillar of fire, and suddenly realized something.

Milton's army is bombing the route their main force is taking back to reinforce!

Logically, the distance between the logistics convoy and the forward troops should not be this far, but due to discipline issues, they gradually became separated during the march.

Milton's bombing was certainly limited and couldn't last long... However, that extra distance and extra time were enough for the logistics troops, who had little ability to retaliate, to be slaughtered several times over!
it's over...

This drug dealer didn't despair for long.

Because a second later, a high-explosive shell landed next to a truck loaded with ammunition, followed by a dull thud and a deafening roar.

Boom! ! !
The shockwave first tore through the truck's exterior, and scorching metal fragments rained down on the surrounding ammunition boxes. The shells, bullets, grenades, fuel inside the car, and everything else that could be ignited immediately exploded in a chain reaction.

An unknown number of tons of high explosives detonated in the middle of the convoy!
The blast wave, carrying flames, formed a mushroom-shaped scorching wind that swept over the drug dealer's body, burning his clothes and hair, and turning his skin charred black in an instant.

Several seconds later, he collapsed to the ground, turning into pieces.

The foreman who handed over the money had just turned to run when he was slammed onto the truck by the blast wave, his charred body embedded in the twisted door!
In any case, it did dispel the chill to some extent...

The drug dealers who weren't killed instantly by the explosion were in complete despair. The massive sound waves shattered their eardrums, the scalding air scorched their skin, and before their eyes were splattered entrails and burning human figures.

The devastating power of the exploding ammunition was catastrophic for the logistics team, causing its complete collapse.

A CJNG drug dealer, dizzy and disoriented, scrambled to his feet and screamed in despair, "Run! Run!"

"Run!"

"Which way to run? In front or behind?"

"Of course they'd run backwards, towards Tustra!"

"Are you an idiot? That's too far. We should run forward, towards the main force! They still have full combat capability over there. If we run with them, we'll have a chance to survive!"

"No, no... Milton can't be defeated, he's the 'Hell Tax Collector,' he's 'Khorne'! Let's run to the side, let's just surrender!"

"Surrender? Milton won't let you get away with this!"

"A bunch of idiots, I'm running away..."

Boom boom boom…

The drug dealers fled in panic, hoping to survive the shelling and explosions, but they forgot something terrible.

From beginning to end, they were just taking hits from shells. Their collapse was due to low morale and the self-destruction caused by the explosion of ammunition.

The raiding force's direct attack has not yet begun!

Now, they've arrived... no, they've been here for a while, but the panicked drug dealers only noticed when they were right in their faces.

A drug dealer, watching the AMX-13 light tank run over the wreckage of a car, yelled and picked up his AK-74, unleashing a barrage of fire.

"Ah! Ah ah ah!!!"

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

The poor rifle bullets could only cause a few negligible scratches on the tank armor.

Only after the entire magazine of bullets had been fired did the tank turret lazily turn around, pointing its dark cannon at the drug dealer.

Hey.

An M80 bullet was fired from the muzzle of the coaxial machine gun, hitting the drug dealer squarely in the chest of his rifle, creating a large, blood-red hole.

The commander didn't want to waste too much ammunition on this drug dealer.

Because Flora's orders have already been delivered.

"Capture the position, eliminate all enemies—no surrender accepted, we have no time to accept their surrender!" "After completing the mission, await further orders as planned."

"Don't waste ammunition... There's still a tough battle ahead! We... are about to tear the enemy apart!"

"..."

The sound of heavy machine guns rose and fell in waves, and all the logistics convoy personnel fell in droves amidst the chaos and disorder.

The drug traffickers' logistics force was wiped out!

……

The peacekeeping guard of the Chiapas State Government.

A full 1500 people, the strength of a regiment.

boom!
The sudden burst of artillery fire shocked the commander of the operation, Magnus, the adjutant of "Shooter" Julio.

It was under his leadership that the CJNG completely crushed the Sinaloa Cartel's plans in northern Chiapas, giving this nascent cartel its most resounding reputation.

The Sinaloa Cartel, the most powerful drug cartel, has been defeated by the newly emerging CJNG!

Under Magnus's leadership, the CJNG's influence swept across most of Chiapas, with a large number of people planted in police departments in various cities and even in the state police system.

The methods were brutal; a large number of anti-drug police officers were massacred, a mayor in charge of drug enforcement was publicly executed, and their families and friends were tortured in horrific ways... In a short period of time, all dissenting voices were suppressed.

It could be said that half of the success of Jalisco's new generation in Chiapas is due to this ruthless drug dealer.

The fact that he was put in charge of this force is enough to demonstrate how much importance Julio attaches to this operation.

"What's going on?!" Upon hearing the explosion, Magnus immediately sat up, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and shouted, "Report! Any teams with information, report immediately!"

At this moment, he didn't care about any code words anymore!

The intelligence should be handed over as quickly as possible!

"Our rear seems to have been bombed?"

"You son of a bitch!" Magnus was furious. "Tell me which team you're on first! Just say 'us,' and I'm supposed to guess the rest? Fuck you, fuck you!!!"

"The First Armored Battalion... the Second Infantry Company..."

"Get out!" Magnus cursed. "Anything else?"

"They seem to be attacking our logistics team!"

"Oh no, we only brought one day's worth of supplies!"

"Damn it! Milton, that liar! Didn't he promise us a grand battle between men in San Cristós tomorrow? Why did he launch a sneak attack a day early?!"

"Liar, damn liar! He even held a press conference and swore he wouldn't budge an inch from the San Cristós defensive line! Damn it, he's moved right behind us, and that's what he calls not moving an inch!"

"This is a scam! He can't beat us in a head-on fight, so he resorts to this underhanded trick. It's despicable!"

"With so few men, what makes them think they can launch an attack?"

"..."

Magnus, feeling dizzy from the noise, shouted, "Stop the fucking nonsense! What's the point of complaining now? Get back to the rear and ask them how things are going, how long they can hold out!"

"Our air defenses, don't just stand there! Find a way to lock onto their planes! Everyone else, don't panic. Milton knows we have air defenses, so he won't dare let his planes fly low. This kind of bombing is just for show and won't cause much damage."

With the bomb load of Milton's planes, they were only useful for precision bombing of high-value targets... high-altitude carpet bombing was really just for show.

"The 3rd Infantry Battalion, which is covering the rear, will send a company to block the road. Be careful that the enemy doesn't catch up from behind."

"Other units, continue advancing according to plan! Await further orders!"

After the deployment was completed, Magnus did not immediately order the entire team to turn around and return to support the logistics troops.

A sudden turn in such narrow terrain can easily cause confusion, even for a well-trained army, let alone a ragtag force.

If they are ambushed while turning, the entire regiment will be wiped out here.

One of the sheriffs was extremely nervous. After Magnus finished giving instructions, he quickly asked, "What do we do now? Our logistics have been destroyed, and our escape route has been cut off..."

Magnus was also caught in a deep dilemma—not because he couldn't make tactical arrangements, but because he had too little information.

His troops were in complete disarray, and the intelligence reports they submitted were as bad as trashy TV commercials.

Just then, Magnus, who was trying to glean some information from the chaos, suddenly heard a few noisy shouts.

"...SOS! SOS! We're a logistics convoy, ah!!!"

"So many people, so many people here, so many tanks... Milton's main force is with us! Help! Ah!!!"

"Reinforcements! We need reinforcements..."

"..."

Magnus frowned, tapped the table, and turned to his adjutant, asking, "Still no reply from the logistics convoy?"

Because so many vehicles had fallen behind, he had just sent one of his men to inspect the logistics convoy, which carried a radio, but there had been no reply yet.

The adjutant shook his head: "No."

"Then the chances of survival are slim," Magnus concluded. "What about the scouts I sent out? Have they replied?"

The adjutant looked somewhat troubled: "Either they're dead, or they say the firepower behind them is too strong and there are too many people, so they can't get too close... I think the latter is more like an excuse."

Magnus shook his head sharply and said decisively, "No! Milton is a very cunning opponent. He is best at bluffing and at exploiting our normal way of thinking..."

"I know what he was thinking. He wanted to pretend that the attack on the logistics unit was by a small force, but unfortunately, he was exposed!"

"The fact that they were able to take down a somewhat protected logistics convoy in an instant, cut off contact so quickly, and make all sources of information say that there was a large force behind them... this means that the force that attacked our logistics convoy was their main force."

"Let's think about it another way. If Milton really only sent a special forces unit to attack the supply and destroy it, what can he do to us? At most, he can just organize another convoy to send more supplies. At most, it will make us suffer for a while, but it won't be a fatal blow to us."

"Given Milton's cunning and arrogance, he would certainly like to take us down in one fell swoop and then, on the fourth day, launch a decisive attack from behind to gain the upper hand."

The adjutant looked bewildered and pressed on, "But how could Milton possibly get his main force behind us without anyone noticing? That doesn't make sense."

"Never mind the details! All the intelligence tells us that his main force is behind us." Magnus raised his voice. "Didn't Milton also use magic to make his main force appear behind that useless Lopez in Guatemala and easily take the port of Champerico? It hasn't been that long, and you've already forgotten?"

"Don't worry about how Milton did it, he can do it!"

The adjutant also remembered this story and immediately nodded: "I understand."

“Milton wants to cut off our supplies, shake our morale, and throw us off balance, hoping we'll abandon our original plan to join forces with the garrison at San Cristó and fight him to the death.” Magnus sneered. “Ha… but doesn’t he realize how weak his defenses are?”

The adjutant nodded: "So, we'll ignore the troops behind us and attack the defensive line directly to relieve San Cristós?"

"Not only that, we can also attack Milton's supply lines!" Magnus said viciously. "His main force is so far behind, doesn't he need to eat? Doesn't he need supplies? He thinks he's good at logistics, but I'm not?"

"Once we join forces with the garrison at San Cristóbal and cut off Milton's supply lines, Milton's main army will be completely wiped out!"

"Milton, in his cleverness, has led himself into a dead end. His main force can no longer escape back to Comitan! He took my supplies, but handed me a great victory!"

"Pass on my orders now: attack immediately, no waiting until tomorrow! Milton's defenses are weak; don't be afraid of his cannons, attack!"

Magnus originally planned to rest briefly outside the range of Milton's cannons, but now that victory was within reach, he decided to attack directly!
The adjutant asked, "Should we try to notify the garrison in San Cristó and get them to cooperate with our two-pronged attack?"

"Coordinate! Coordinate! They were preparing for tomorrow's attack, suddenly moving it up a day—can they adjust in a short time?" Magnus yelled. "What we need now is speed. Break through the lines as quickly as possible, combine forces, cut off Milton's supplies, and then turn around and wipe out Milton's army without supplies! Do you understand?"

Magnus switched to a code word, turned on his walkie-talkie, and gave the order for a general offensive to his troops.

"Charge! All troops, charge!"

"I'll say it again, the enemy's defenses are weak. Anyone who dares to retreat will be hit by machine gun fire!"

"Whoever charges in the lead, I guarantee he'll become rich when he gets back!"

"..."

……

Comitan Front Command Post.

Milton calmly looked at the map and said to his men, "The line between a quick victory and surrender is very thin. Victory in war cannot be achieved through repeated military adventures."

Milton made the most thorough preparations for this battle, employing every trick in the book, all for the sake of a final, arduous fight.

"Flora's operation was a success, which is good... but at most it only shook the enemy's morale. The enemy's main force is still intact, and they still have an overwhelming advantage in numbers over us."

“We have accumulated many advantages, but only real combat can turn those advantages into victory. As I said before, Flora’s actions may cause the enemy to collapse directly, but we cannot place all our hopes on that.”

"Next comes a tough battle..."

Before Milton could finish speaking, Brandon rushed in.

"report!"

Milton immediately turned around and said, "Speak."

"Boss, it seems Magnus's forces have launched a full-scale attack on us!"

"He ignored the actions of 'Bottle' behind him, ignored his support troops, and charged straight in towards our defenses!"

"No, the reconnaissance drone reports that some people are rushing towards San Cristo City, not our defensive positions!"

Milton was completely baffled by Magnus's intentions. After a long pause, he said, "Wait, didn't I already take care of their logistics? What's the point of this direct assault?"

"Even if we're going to charge, shouldn't we start by attacking the outer positions?"

No matter what, they should at least chip away at the defense line bit by bit, so that their troops would only ever face fire from the front and harassment from Flora on the perimeter.

If the main force keeps running into the pocket, won't it be attacked from all sides?
"Boss, it seems my idea from before has worked!" Brandon exclaimed excitedly. "I had a few men infiltrate the enemy's radio station and transmit false intelligence about our army's location in the rear. Magnus seems to have actually believed it!"

"So he thought our main force was in the rear, leaving our defenses very weak, which is why he felt safe to attack?"

Milton was completely bewildered: "...No, we don't have a codebook, and we don't know how they compiled it, so how did this succeed?"

Milton had simply laughed off Brandon's outlandish plan, thinking it had little chance of success.

How could this possibly succeed?!

Would Magnus really believe information that is simply shouted out without revealing his identity or using code words?
Thankfully... he hadn't said anything definitive back then. Milton inwardly cursed himself for saving face, but still calmly said, "Hmm, not bad. But we still can't be careless."

"Doesn't Magnus like to charge? Doesn't he like to ignore my defenses and go straight for San Cristo City? Then let them in a little bit before we attack."

"Tell the defenders not to launch a large-scale counterattack immediately. Wait until the enemy has penetrated a little deeper... let them walk into our trap and let them feel what it's like to have bullets and shells flying from all directions."

"Similarly, this is also to buy time for 'Bottle'," Milton continued. "Immediately relay my orders: 'Bottle' shall set off immediately with all her men and rush to the front lines as quickly as possible to block the enemy's retreat."

boom! boom! boom!
As Milton spoke, the sound of exploding shells could be heard.

But this was not Milton firing at the other side.

It was the "peacekeeping guards" and CJNG drug traffickers who were firing at them!
Almost simultaneously, new intelligence was transmitted to the command post.

“Ha… Magnus is bombing our supply lines.” Milton chuckled. “He really thinks our main force has already opened a portal and teleported to his rear? He’s a god, isn’t he?”

"The plane is preparing for takeoff. Even if the enemy rushes in randomly, they still have a large number of people. If we are not careful, they may break through."

Brandon quickly reminded him, "Boss, they have anti-aircraft firepower. Anti-aircraft missiles came at us during that bombing. It's very risky. Do we really need to take off the plane?"

“Take off,” Milton said without hesitation. “We can’t possibly clear out all of the enemy’s air defenses every time… Even the US military suffers from aircraft losses.”

"And pilots, too, have to go through blood and fire."

"Dropping a few bombs in absolutely safe airspace will not train a strong pilot."

Brandon took a deep breath. He realized that the intensity of the war was escalating, and sometimes, planes had to carry out missions under enemy anti-aircraft fire and risk being shot down.

"Understood, I will issue the order immediately!"

After issuing orders to the frontline airfield, Brandon looked at Milton's deployment and asked, "Boss, after letting them in, should we have 'Bottle' block their retreat? Won't that just motivate them?"

Since joining Milton, Brandon has not only spread rumors, but also worked hard to learn all kinds of knowledge. He had heard that when besieging an enemy, you have to give the enemy a little bit of hope in order to make them lose their fighting spirit.

This faint hope does not mean letting the enemy escape, but rather giving them an unrealistic illusion that they can escape and survive.

If the enemy forces within this encirclement become completely desperate and launch a frantic counterattack, our side may face many unnecessary losses.

Milton tapped the ground and pointed at San Cristo: "Who says they have nowhere to escape to? Isn't San Cristo also in that direction?"

Brandon's pupils widened slightly upon hearing this.

“San Cristóbal… there’s not much food left in this city to begin with. If another army of 1500 men, who have lost their supplies, goes in, no, many of those 1500 men will definitely die, but even if it’s only a few hundred, the destructive power will be terrifying!”

Milton nodded slightly: "That's right, let them build up their despair and then vent it on their own people."

Brandon instinctively pulled his coat tighter around himself and said, "I checked the weather forecast, and it's going to get really cold here in a few days... The drug dealers inside look like they're going to go through something really awful."

Food, warmth, water...

San Cristóbal will soon become a true hell on earth.

Just then, Milton suddenly received an urgent intelligence report.

"First Infantry Battalion, Second..."

"report!"

"Enemy aircraft spotted at the front line. Repeat, enemy aircraft spotted ahead! The aircraft type should be a modified T-33 trainer attack aircraft."

"Approximate current coordinates..."

"Flight direction... Southeast!"

"'The Godfather,' he's flying towards you! Take cover!"

P.S.: 1 words. I've been a bit busy these past few days, but I'll add more in a few days. Thanks again to the patron.

(End of this chapter)