Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 434 - 302: What? You’re Telling Me to Kill Victor??_3

For instance, the famous "Pavlov’s House," where 25 Soviet Army soldiers resisted the German Army for a full 58 days.

TMD.

A single building resisted longer than the entirety of France.

This, however, also reveals indirectly how teeth-grinding this kind of siege warfare can be.

And these drug traffickers are definitely not ordinary military personnel, their firepower is equally ferocious.

Hearing the news, the Company Commander asked loudly, "Where is Straven?"

"The Deputy Company Commander, he’s fallen," a Sergeant said, head down.

"What about Prince?"

"The Deputy Company Commander also… has died."

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The Company Commander opened his mouth, feeling a severe suppression in his chest as he looked at the visibly dissipating morale of his soldiers. He grabbed his helmet and smashed it to the ground!

"Then I’ll go!"

"No soldiers from the 1st Regiment are cowards, the Tijuana Cartel hasn’t stopped us, the sky-commanding Armando hasn’t either, and we’ve conquered the riverbanks of Sinaloa, so could a mere building really stop us?!"

The Company Commander shouted angrily, taking an M3 submachine gun from the Deputy Company Commander, "I’m leading the charge, let’s attack again!"

"If I die, the Deputy Company Commander takes over; if he dies, the Company Commander of Company A takes over!"

"The soldiers of Victor, we are never cowards!" The Commander roared, leading his men to charge at the building again under the cover of tanks.

The M3 submachine gun performed well, developed in collaboration between General Motors and the United States military, its main feature being its durability.

Just like a Buick car.

The Company Commander charged at the front, with dozens of soldiers from the Northern Army following in a tidal wave.

This is the characteristic of the Northern Army at present—unity between officers and soldiers. If you dare not charge, regardless of your rank, from company commanders to regiment leaders, you are summarily executed!

From basic bodily functions to human rights, everything is the same, which makes these soldiers more formidable in battle.

Like those pampered soldiers who still abide by class, sooner or later a ruthless one will come along and take them down.

Nighttime.

The moon climbed into the sky to replace the sun’s work, still watching from above the human carnage below!

The deafening sounds of gunfire, and screams were endless.

At the 1st Marine Division’s command post near the El Paso-Juarez border…

Siegmut List was searching for opportunities on the sand table, his eyebrows furrowed and eye bags dark, evidently lacking sleep for several days.

This Juarez is tougher than anticipated.

Thirty thousand troops from four regiments charged in, yet the drug traffickers fought very fiercely.

In just 7 hours.

Casualties rose to more than 2700, with over 1100 killed, including 7 company-level and 2 regiment-level officers. (Regiment-level doesn’t only represent regiment leaders.)

"Commander, Commander…"

The staff officer ran in hurriedly, holding a telegram, "Drug trafficker reinforcements spotted across the river at El Paso, they’ve engaged in battle."

Mexico’s rivers are very navigable; Southern drug traffickers can support by sea directly.

But the Northern Army’s seafaring capabilities are entirely insufficient, at best they manage battles with patrol boats, which puts them at a big disadvantage.

"Intelligence department has also sent information that the drug trafficker structure inside Juarez is complicated, besides the native drug trafficking organizations, there are the Irish Resistance Army, Peru’s Tupac Amaru Revolutionary Movement, civil movements from Guatemala, Honduras drug trafficking organizations, and many coerced locals, totaling over 100,000 people!"

"Moreover, city intelligence indicates that the current leader resisting inside Juarez is not Aguilar, evidence proves he perished in an air raid. The current Commander is a Colombian named Dario Usuga.

"We still haven’t uncovered his background, but it’s very likely, linked with the North American Drug Trafficking Group."

Siegmut List, with furrowed brows, nodded slightly, "No matter who he is, Aguilar is dead, now with a new guy stepping up, his outcome is inevitable."

"Order the front-line troops, to rest according to plan, and stay alert."

"Yes, Commander!"

Inside a civilian house in Juarez.

Ye Jihuan’s head was wrapped in a bandage, he was fairly unlucky—during the charge, he fell to the ground and got his forehead pierced by a sharp stone, looking quite pitiful.

He was gnawing on dry rations…

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, his body abruptly stood up, and he was agile as a leopard, grabbed his gun, and crouched by the window.

His comrades also nervously stood up, he gestured with his hand to indicate not to worry.

Slowly…

He pushed the door open and then, in the moonlight, saw a figure in a corner urinating.

With a cigarette in his mouth.

The cigarette end lit up with each breath, then dimmed.

Ye Jihuan crouched, aimed at the cigarette end, shifted slightly to the side, then decisively pulled the trigger!

Bang!

A dull sound was heard as the figure fell to the ground.

After shooting, he quickly ducked down.

Next second, bullets were flying everywhere!

Whew, whew, whew…

It was unclear where they were firing.

It’s been said, don’t urinate anywhere on the battlefield.

Yet here you are, smoking and peeing, clueless about your surroundings.

Who knows where someone might emerge from.

War wears you down a lot, and both sides were tacitly planning to rest, planning to continue the next day, but Ye Jihuan, this guy, disregarded martial ethics.

But Ye Jihuan was even bolder!

He called a soldier, "Where’s the highest building around us, a vantage point?"

"The Juarez Museum."

"Brothers, let’s make a move!" Ye Jihuan said ferociously, "Seize the high ground, and welcome our allies."

His squad mates looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

"Squad leader, your call!"

"Let’s do it!"

Ye Jihuan nodded, lifted his hand to check the time in the moonlight, "It’s 11:20 PM now, we rest for 2 hours, at 1:30 AM, while they are still dazed, we make our move."

"You rest, I’ll keep watch, all rest up well, get some food."

"When the time comes, let’s fuck them up!"

Ye Jihuan took full advantage of his strengths during the charge.

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