Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 677 - 392: Aldous Wendell: I feel like I’ve already seen God!

In the forests beside the artillery battalion.

Northern Army soldiers sat with bowed heads, eating dry rations.

"Brother Huan..."

Zhang Ziqiang looked toward the high ground that was almost overturned by explosions, swallowing hard, "Could anyone still be alive over there?"

Fear was visible on his face.

The sheer volume of artillery shells meant certain death!

Ye Jihuan's expression was equally grave. His eyelids twitched as he nodded firmly, "But it's better this way, it can mean fewer losses for the brothers."

"Command from headquarters!"

"Guard Battalion's Company C will attack Hill 797 in twenty minutes. The company commander orders your unit to lead the charge!"

It was at this moment that a signalman came running from the rear with the message.

Ye Jihuan saluted, "Mission will be accomplished!"

"Get the brothers ready!" he turned and told Zhang Ziqiang, who had seen his share of battles, but still felt his chest surge with excitement, "Yes!"

His men, all seasoned soldiers, stood up without a word and started preparing their gear, their eyes fierce like those of tigers.

The intensity of the shelling noticeably began to decrease.

July 11th, 2:11 PM.

The bombardment ceased!

Ye Jihuan tightened his helmet, glanced back at his comrades, and waved his hand, "Charge the hilltop, follow me!"

Having said that, he led the charge.

Zhang Ziqiang held an M249 machine gun to the side, following behind, but kept a distance of about five meters. On his other side, a soldier armed with a rocket launcher and an assistant soldier were six meters apart.

It was very clear to see...

Their charge was not dense; a barrage from heavy machine guns from above could easily take them out.

They employed a tactic similar to the Northern "three-man fire team," combining firepower, assault, and demolition. The hilltop was large; they didn't need to attack from just one point.

Of course, not every unit in the Northern Army trained this way, but Ye Jihuan's company did. He found two veterans in Chinatown who had served back home...

What didn't Chinatown in Mexico have?

Kindly put, it was a place of exceptional people and spiritual land, but bluntly, it was a den of filth!

Many who left the military without money resorted to daring deeds that couldn't bear the light of day. Like the old boss of Chinatown, Chen Hujun's cousins that Ye Jihuan found. These two had reportedly fought against rebels at the border for four years!

They made big news in HK and were wanted. Fleeing to Mexico, they took refuge with a cousin, acting like gangsters in Chinatown, but they were known for their loyalty.

Ye Jihuan invited both brothers to the military unit, appointing them as "tactical advisors." The main goal was to teach the company the "three-man fire team" system, the core being three soldiers forming a combat team, with a squad made up of three such teams.

The three teams would form either a triangle or an inverted triangle; during the assault, they would cover for each other. This formation allowed members of the team to spread out, maintaining communication and support while avoiding being wiped out by a single Hand Grenade.

The distance between the three teams had to be more than the minimum killing radius of a 60mm mortar shell, preventing a whole squad from being taken out by one shell.

Of course, it was all about experience!

Ratatat...

A burst of bullets came flying in, Ye Jihuan pressed his head to the ground. Looking back, he waved to Zhang Ziqiang, who nodded and dragged the machine gun, bent at the waist, running swiftly with both legs like a Rat for several meters, then crouched down before jumping up to continue running.

This was a physical fitness requirement.

If you couldn't run, you were just a target.

Zhang Ziqiang made his way to a side and looked up, indeed spotting an enemy position spraying bullets from a hole.

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He sneakily approached, pulled out a Hand Grenade from his pocket, primed it with his thumb, and during a lull in the firing, tossed it into the enemy pit before slipping back.

There were clearly panicked screams coming from inside the pit.

Boom!

The ground trembled, and a puff of thick smoke erupted from the position, silencing those within who now could "sleep" for twenty-five hours a day.

Hearing the noises dwindle, Ye Jihuan waved his hand and continued the charge with his men!

This scene was clearly witnessed by Admiral Brusilov, overseeing from the rear of the Marine 3rd Division.

"Whose unit is this!"

"Division commander, it's Guard Battalion's Company C, A Platoon. The platoon leader is Ye Jihuan!" someone said, pausing, "He is an immigrant."

"Whether an immigrant or a Mexican, anyone loyal to the General is a comrade. Look, their tactics are very smooth; even when ambushed, they won't be wiped out in one go. And yes, even in modern warfare, physical fitness is paramount. If every soldier could run five kilometers with a 51-pound recoilless rifle, we could just drag the enemy to their demise."

Hearing this, the expressions of the commanders standing by were very lively!

The division commander was a fitness fanatic!

Did that mean they also had to train to the point of death?

"They've reached the top!"

A staff officer shouted suddenly, and everyone picked up their binoculars to look. A Platoon had already led the charge to the top of the hill and was engaged in fierce combat.

"Quick! Advance!"

Ye Jihuan smoothly dropped into the trench and saw three enemies three meters away. He raised his weapon and opened fire!

Ratatatatatat...

He mowed them down with a burst of gunfire.

As he was about to reload, a figure pounced from above, pushing him to the ground, Dagger aimed at his face!

Ye Jihuan used all his strength, his face red and his neck bulging as he clutched desperately.

The aggressor's spit dangled in the air, disgustingly thick.

The stench was almost enough to suffocate Ye Jihuan.

Bang!

A gunshot sounded, and the head of his attacker exploded, the body's strength giving out, collapsing onto him.