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743: Chapter 414: If You Won’t Maintain Your Dignity, Someone Else Will Do It for You!

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743: Chapter 414: If You Won’t Maintain Your Dignity, Someone Else Will Do It for You!

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“General, the meteorological department reports, a large area of cumulus clouds is drifting toward Mexico City, expected to arrive overhead in about 9 hours.

There will be thunderstorms or heavy rain.”

!!!

Goodrian’s expression suddenly became stern, he stood up and grabbed the documents, his face momentarily darkening.

There are no fools present…

If there is a heavy rain, it means that the slums will have water resources, and this tactic of cutting off the water supply will fail, and those communities that had started surrendering but had not yet completed relocating their populations might waver as well.

After all, although life in the slums is harsh, it is carefree and free.

Many people are problematic, they don’t want to be bound by these so-called “rules.”

“The National Palace has news, the Independence Day celebration will be held in 11 days.

They want to draw a battalion, and we may also need to maintain stability at that time, leaving us not much time, so I propose to launch a total attack!”

Luigi Cardona’s demeanor is solemn, “Capture Chimalhuacán completely within 9 hours.

As long as our troops advance, those who resist will be killed!

Even if it rains later, the initiative will still be in our hands.”

“I suggest requesting reinforcements from above, don’t we still have two regiments from the 3rd Division?

Pull them all over.”

Goodrian pondered for a moment, “I command!”

Douglas Hague, who was sitting, also stood up.

“All troops attack!

I will request reinforcements from the general.”

“Take Chimalhuacán before the rain.”

“To offer this as a gift for Mexican Independence Day!”

“Yes!”

Two deputy division commanders shouted in unison.

Soon, the combat orders reached each battalion.

“Commander, commander.”

Inside the armored vehicle, the commander of the 179th Battalion, Otto Moritz Walter Model, was awoken by his adjutant, “Division headquarters orders our unit to continue the attack, assault the Aryan Brotherhood’s territory fiercely, in one go, and surround the ‘Chimalhuacán Elevator Tower’ within three hours.”

“So urgent?

What happened?” Otto, still somewhat groggy, quickly opened his eyes and asked.

“They say it’s going to rain.”

“Damn it!”

Otto cursed, getting out of the armored vehicle, “Signals, pass the order to all units: all units regroup, after ten minutes, 1st and 2nd companies will attack southwest, 3rd company from the south, 4th company from the west.”

“If encountering resistance, permission to use Type RO-A Aerosol Bombs.”

The entire 179th Battalion immediately became busy.

Rookies who had already fought a few battles also took decisive actions, chewing on compressed biscuits, following officers’ orders, carrying on with the attack.

The 179th Battalion was informally called “Demolition Squad,” their methods typically straightforward: encountering a building, they would blow it up.

900 soldiers from the 3rd company dispersed, advancing in combat formation.

When a 10-person combat squad was walking down an alley less than 2 meters wide, an incendiary bottle was thrown from a window above, hitting one of the soldiers’ helmets, instantly igniting!

The flames engulfed the man in moments.

The soldier screamed agonizingly, rolling on the ground, his comrades beside him dared not move.

“Stay calm!

Stay calm!

Alec, use the isolation blanket!” the leading veteran shouted, prompting a rookie beside him to react, pulling out a dirty blanket from his bag and throwing it over the other.

“Drag him away!”

The squad leader saw a hand protruding from the window, fired a burst, and blew through the arm, a scream echoed from inside the house.

“First team, follow me.” he called, smashing the downstairs window with his elbow, nimbly flipping over, followed by 4 soldiers up the stairs, slowly clearing the building.

Those who have died in street battles know that traps are abundant.

Experienced soldiers lead with hand grenades.

The squad leader pulled an incendiary bomb, and in a posture of holding a basin, threw it upward.

It bounces off a corner.

Boom!

Flames instantly flared up.

“Ah!!!”

“Ah!!!!”

Two flaming men screamed as they ran out, each seemingly competing to see who was louder, but they were quickly shot down by others below.

Stepping on the corpses, they searched door by door.

They quickly reached the third floor.

The thumping sound of their military boots on the floor, its heavy sound made the gangsters inside unbearable, they broke down.

Shouting, a man with a severed hand rushed out, “Ra…”

Tat-tat-tat…

The body fell to the ground, eyes wide, without finishing his words.

The squad leader led his men into the inner room, suddenly feeling a tingling all over, his scalp trembled, instinctively he tilted his head.

Bang!

A rookie behind him, half of his head blown away on the spot.

“Sniper!

Take cover, take cover!”

He pressed himself to the corner of the window, signaling his hidden comrades to keep quiet, extracting a small round mirror from his pocket, cautiously peeking.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, the bullet’s inertia carrying the mirror far away.

His hand went numb from the shock.

“Rocket launcher!”

The squad leader gestured towards one man, who took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and ran over from the other side.

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Bang!

Bang!

Three shots fired, none hit the target.

“Victor bless us, Victor bless us!” the rookie carrying the rocket launcher shouted, his adrenaline surging as he waved his fist.

The squad leader took the rocket launcher from his back, loaded it with an aerosol bomb.

“You attract their fire.”

“Me?” The rocket launcher bearer pointed at himself, surprised.

But his expression soon turned solemn, and he saluted.

He took off his helmet, looked at the squad leader, then threw it forcefully upwards and, like a cheetah, lunged out to stand by the window, vigorously waving his arms, “Scumbags!

Look here!!!”

Bang!

The helmet was shot away, and just as the sniper turned his gun to aim at him, he saw the squad leader stand up, carrying the rocket launcher.

“OMG!!!” the sniper’s pupils constricted.

“Bye-bye.”

The squad leader pulled the trigger, whoosh~~!!

The shell whistled as it went.

Rocket launchers aren’t actually part of the standard equipment; anyone can carry it, use it, and discard it.

This thing doesn’t even need aiming; you just fire it, and then it’s all up to fate, meaning fate decides whether the enemy gets blown into pieces.

Otherwise, why would everyone have one?

Simple, convenient, durable, practical, and cheap.

Boom!!

A huge energy burst out from the opposite building, like Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers, blasting half the wall away.

The people inside were probably gone too.

The squad leader threw away the rocket launcher, picked up his rifle, looked deeply across, turned back, and looked at his comrade who had just been sniped, crouched down, and pulled off his dog tag.

It read:

Name: Andrea Lillard

Unit: “St.

Caterina New Recruit Supplement Camp” Private.

(Not yet replaced).

Blood Type: A

Enlistment Date: April 1991!

Home Address: 17 Monte Verde Community, Lapulixima City, Southern Baja California.

The squad leader held the dog tag in his hand, “Rest in peace, brother.”

“Prepare the body bag, and note down his address, after the war, I will take him home.”

The rookies behind him stood in silence.

War is too cruel…

A person alive just one minute ago, now sacrificed.

“Let’s go!”

“We continue forward!”

“Kill all these scumbags!”

“Victory belongs to Mexico!

Peace belongs to Mexico!!”

The 5th Division was basically steamrolling; outside, the army was using megaphones to play “Mexicans, heed the call to war”, which is the national anthem.

Mexicans, heed the call to war,

Prepare your swords and steeds, ready to rush to the battlefield,

As long as our cannons roar,

The heart of the earth shall tremble!

…

The national anthem is like a BUFF that instantly boils the young soldiers’ blood.

Coupled with the officers shouting “Comrades!”, charging forward.

September 6, 1991, 9:37 PM.

Kima Huakan Slum, 31 districts, liberated!

Two hours ahead of schedule.

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