Working as a police officer in Mexico

Stimulated by this, the soldiers howled, eager to pursue and kill.

What flew through the sky that day was actually a C-130 transport plane, carrying a whole battalion of paratroopers.

Ding-dong~

A red light lit up inside the cabin, signaling that they were about to enter the combat zone. John Baslone, who held the rank of Major, stood up and loudly boosted morale, "Gentlemen, from now on, we 576 men will surround the entire Mexican Brigade and block their retreat. History will remember us, the General will remember us, long live!"

"Loyalty!"

The soldiers raised their hands and shouted.

John Baslone was considered an old subordinate of Rommel. During the expedition to Iraq, he was a squad leader in the second battalion and had once mowed down hundreds of Iraqi armed soldiers with a machine gun, earning him the nickname "Machine Gun Monster."

Later, he was selected to join the paratroopers and served as a Major battalion commander, which was considered a quick promotion. As a person, he couldn't compare to Rommel, who was now directly a Vice Admiral and also in command of a reinforced unit.

The cabin door opened.

John Baslone stood by the door. The first to jump was the deputy battalion commander, also a Major, followed by officers, then veterans, rookies...

In the Northern Army, officers take the lead!

"Buddy! Power through!" he vigorously patted his comrade's shoulder and pushed hard; the other man was blown far by the airflow as he rushed out the door.

"Keep up! Keep up!"

He shouted loudly.

"Jump quickly, Babis!"

Finally, a rookie with trembling legs, who looked skinny and slightly acrophobic — although it wasn't his first jump, he still felt timid.

"Help me out... sir," the rookie Babis said with a dejected face.

John Baslone saluted, went up to him, and gave him a kick in the rear. The rookie yelped and flew out. Once the cabin was empty, Baslone also spread his arms and jumped.

Parachutes blossomed in the sky.

Ambush on "China"!

It was a village positioned to control "Durango Canyon," with great geographical location, but the foolish Brigade 61 had just placed one company of soldiers there.

They had received orders to hold their position from the retreating troops, obediently staying put without deserting.

Seeing the paratroopers descending from the sky, they were agape.

"Fire! Fire into the sky!" The company commander aimed his AK47 into the sky and sprayed bullets.

Two soldiers hurriedly climbed atop the tallest building, where an M2 machine gun was placed on notably high tripods for downward sweeping fire and low-altitude defense.

"Open fire."

Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu...

Bullets zipped into the air as thick as small bird's chirps, and the large shells rapidly ejected.

Plop...

A sergeant was unlucky— a bullet pierced his neck, his hand went limp, losing control, and his body spiraled down like a propeller, smashing into the ground and turning into a bloody mess.

The soldiers above also returned fire, but the effectiveness of their firepower was limited due to the angles.

Fortunately, the paratroopers were spread out, not wiped out all at once.

Typically, paratroopers train at heights of 1000-1600 meters, but in actual combat, they jump from 300-500 meters to quickly reach the ground. At this height, if you don't open your parachute, you'll hit the ground in 19 seconds.

This is why "a paratrooper's life lasts only 19 seconds" became a persistent saying.

John Baslone was unlucky, catching on a small tree about two meters above the ground. He pulled out his Dagger to cut the parachute ropes, rolled to release the force upon landing, and looked around half-crouched— many soldiers had landed safely.

He put the whistle in his mouth and blew a sharp signal.

Holding an M249 Minimi 5.56mm light machine gun, he laid down suppressing fire towards the village.

Tu-tu-tu...

Truly an "Immortal," his massive arms and thighs absorbed the recoil effortlessly. The 71-round drum magazine in his hands seemed like a toy.

He charged toward the "China" village!

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"Report!"

"Come in." Victor responded without lifting his head.

"General, the Fourth Marine Division has taken Monterrey, the 61st Brigade is running backwards, and the 338th Paratrooper Regiment has cut off their retreat on both sides. The canyon bridge has been blown up, the 61st Brigade is fish on the chopping board now." Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei handed over the battle report with both hands.

"Oh?"

He took it and his eyes lit up, "Well done."

"According to intelligence, the Popovich Government has dispatched the 12th Cavalry Regiment and 600 members of the Spanish Foreign Legion to break through the defenses."

"Our people say that Popovich fainted when he heard the news," Victor stood up as Joseph Xiafei hurriedly came over and said.

"Too young and so weak, definitely too much drug use."

When Popovich heard that the 61st Brigade was crushed, he was really overwhelmed with agitation, unable to believe that in just a few days, the tide of battle had shifted.

"Generals such as Horatio Herbert Kitchener suggest directly bombarding the British aircraft carriers to pull them into the war, otherwise if we continue dragging this out, with Popovich's lack of courage, he will eventually dare not continue, which is bad for us. Let's crush them in one fell swoop!"

Joseph Xiafei's tone was also filled with deep malice.

The British were never good fellows, if the United States is Mexico's biggest drug consumer, then this old empire, the United Kingdom, is the major market of organ and human trafficking.

Before Victor's rise in 1990, how many people disappeared annually?

Moreover, according to investigations by United Nations probe teams, human trafficking in this world is extremely severe. The number of slaves trafficked globally has shockingly reached 50 million.

Trafficking humans has become the third largest trade on the Black Market worldwide, only preceded by drugs and arms trading.

Do you think the women in the Red Light District are there voluntarily?

Do you think the children begging on the streets are there voluntarily?

Do you think the ones working over 17 hours in Brazil are there voluntarily?

Mexico once was the biggest "human trafficking middleman" outside of Southeast Asia.

These black markets provide exotic pleasures to the wealthy, helping them exchange blood, improving bodily functions.

So, why is Victor so detestable?

Because, he's changing the world!

Let those filthy, goddamn mongrels stay away from the civilians!

If he were in the North, he would be revered as a living Buddha.

If this world is filled with darkness...

Then let's illuminate it with nuclear bombs!

"I command, bombard the British aircraft carriers, let the second phase of the war begin!"

Joseph Xiafei saluted, his expression solemn.

Loyalty!

Lower California State, Saint Lucas Point.

You could tell from the name it's a small place.

But it's crucial, being the farthest land connection to the ocean in Mexico.

Here lies the "Hanbas" unit of the Independent Sea Defense Group.

The commander, the young 31-year-old Erich Albert Redel, held his binoculars with a stern look at the Invincible-class aircraft carriers skirting the coastline.

"Commander, headquarters has sent a call!"

"Order our unit to bombard British warships!"

Erich Albert Redel's eyes lit up.

"Lower California Military Airport will dispatch a bombing squadron to support us in one hour."

"Adjust the MK7-type 406mm main gun, the anti-aircraft battalion to deploy anti-air missiles, the whole unit to battle stations, no alarms, inform the personnel!"

"Target the aircraft carriers!"

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