Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 678 - 392: Aldous Wendell: I feel like I’ve already seen God!_2

"Brother Huan, are you alright?" Zhang Ziqiang crouched down and rushed over to help him up, saying.

"I'm fine, don't mind me, keep charging! Today we're going to take down this hilltop." Ye Jihuan pulled a magazine from his pocket, snapped it into place with a click, and continued to charge and shoot ferociously!

Up on the high ground...

In fact, there had been few survivors for some time.

Who could withstand 20 rounds of heavy artillery shelling?

The ground was littered with human remains.

The 71st Regiment could only put up scattered resistance, and some were even fleeing down the mountain.

"General, we have spotted the presence of the Northern Bureau on High Ground 797!"

On the other side of the high ground, within the territory of Guanajuato, Mexico.

Dressed in the uniform of a Vice Admiral, Aldous Wendell was watching through binoculars with crystal clarity. He was now the Western Front Commander, with more than 50,000 men under his command, including the 1st Brigade!

However, since Admiral Hastings Ek Okinlay was a Vice Admiral as well, Wendell, wanting to assert his superiority, had Popovich award him the rank of Admiral!

It was incredibly surreal.

But then again, it seemed no big deal, isn't it all about using power for personal gain?

In the neighboring United States, in October 2021, a transgender health assistant secretary was even made a Four-star Admiral!

That's right, someone who had never served a day as a soldier.

There were only 42 Four-star Admirals in the entire United States.

Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlay couldn't stand him and didn't want to hand over military authority to an "idiot who knew nothing," so he led his main forces, four battalions, southwest, and placed the 71st Regiment, which was actually a second-rate unit, on High Ground 797.

Freed from the old man's restraint, Admiral Aldous Wendell was in his element. With the help of "Wo Long" Smith, he completely took control of the army.

"What do you think we should do?" he turned his head and asked his staff.

"If we passed through High Ground 797, we could save about two days' travel to Guadalajara..."

"They can use artillery, and so can we!"

Admiral Aldous Wendell's eyebrows twitched, looking at the other person, then smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Good idea."

"I order! Commence artillery bombardment on High Ground 797, kill those Northern Army bastards!"

The staff officers glanced at each other upon hearing this order.

"General... There are still many of our people from the 71st Regiment up there, this..." a captain had not finished speaking when he saw Aldous Wendell's fierce gaze turn towards him, his eyes looked as if they could devour someone, "Don't make me say it twice!"

The captain's lips quivered, "Yes, sir."

His order was passed down, and although some soldiers were unhappy, there was nothing they could do.

21 M2A1 105mm howitzers were loaded with ammunition!

Although this was a product from World War II, it had served as the main artillery piece in many countries for the following decades. The U.S. Military had produced more than 11,000, but there were no fewer than 50,000 worldwide!

It had given rise to many derivatives.

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It was the fire support of many battalion-level units.

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

Hoo hoo hoo!!

The cannons roared as they flew overhead, and in an instant, sounds of artillery explosions erupted on High Ground 797.

Ye Jihuan clutched his head and rolled down the hill, frantically crawling to the side of the trench, spitting out saliva, his face covered in grime. Zhang Ziqiang, quick-eyed, slid down from above, tumbling down.

"Damn, drug traffickers are ruthless, they even bomb their own people!"

"Requesting air reconnaissance from Pchela-T drones to locate and destroy enemy artillery positions, asking for backend technical support!" Ye Jihuan screamed while holding his head, not understanding any of this before, but having learned it all after enlisting.

Things like Pchela-T and air support, which seemed to be nonexistent domestically, the United States had begun to deploy them, while Mexico...

Zhang Ziqiang pressed the communication device hanging on his left arm, "Alpha Company requesting Pchela-T..."

The personnel observing from the rear received the message instantly and reported it to Vice Admiral Alekseyevich Brusilov, who pondered for a moment. Other units were also affected by the artillery and could not advance.

"Permission granted, approved. Marine 3rd Division to send a request to the Combat Center."

The Combat Center was a treasure built up by Victor with lots of "points," staffed by top-talented individuals responsible for using satellites to assist frontline troops and support the required units.

Mexico did have military satellites, only two, and one was in Popovich's hands, able to first-hand provide communication dispatch to any troop.

Soon, the Combat Center in Tijuana received the message, and upon confirmation by the field commander, agreed to launch the Pchela-T drones!

This was an unmanned aerial vehicle.

The drone was mainly developed by the Soviet Union's Yakovlev company in the 1980s.

The Pchela-T was equipped with infrared equipment, capable of identifying the model of moving targets from above 1,000 meters in altitude and even discerning the depth of craters and camouflaged tanks.

This was probably the first use ever!

Because the Soviet Union did not get the chance, and it had to wait until later in the Chechnya war to be used, but Victor managed to get it sorted!

These drones...

Were very cheap, using relations with the German KGB, he bribed the director of the Yakovlev Design Bureau with 160,000 US dollars, bringing over four military engineers willing to work in Mexico and four Pchela-T drones!

The price...

Was just too outrageous.

At that time, they even tried their best to push for a sale of the Yak-141.

The entire Soviet Union was a complete mess now, with oligarchs rising and capitalism spreading...

Victor set up a department.

"The Soviet Union's Legacy Cleanup Department," which would dispatch negotiators to pick up the scraps. The things they didn't need, we wanted, money?