Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 639 - 378: Sneak Attack on the Port!!_2
In a bunker.
Jose Andres Guardado had a fierce expression on his face, with several new scars visible across it; there was also a bandage wrapped around his left hand, and scattered around him sat quite a few drug traffickers.
All of them were subdued, wiping their guns.
The Monterrey Division...
Now there were only just over 400 men left.
Without reinforcements...
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They would all perish right here.
As for running away?
It was too late for that; if they had run before the battle started, they might have made it, but if they tried now, they would surely be shot dead.
Jose Andres Guardado grabbed a water bottle next to him, tilted his head back, but not a single drop was left; he licked his dry lips, "Who still has something to drink?"
All the drug traffickers around shook their heads.
"Fuck!"
Guardado was filled with resentment, especially towards Victor. Why the hell did you have to be so relentless?
I don't even dare to surrender!
Aren't you just forcing us to resist to the end?
What a bastard!
"Boss, boss..." As his anger flared, an urgent shout came through, and he saw a figure creeping over, holding a radio.
When he squatted down, he was panting and his eyes were gleaming.
"What's got you so startled and frantic?"
"Boss, listen," the underling pressed the listening key as he spoke.
Ssssss~
"Mexico City Telegraph, on June 1st, at 9:21 AM, my unit attacked a small town south of Monterrey, killing on the spot Rommel, the commander of the enemy's Marine Fourth Division, and 11 of his officers!"
"We have dealt a significant blow to the enemy!"
"The enemy's front is contracting…"
"Under the leadership of President Popovich, we have achieved a significant victory, this is not the end, this is just the beginning, gentlemen! Our counterattack has begun, grab your weapons, burst out of your homes, kill those Northern Army bastards, and reclaim our homeland."
The woman's voice on the radio was very seductive.
This was Popovich's idea, the attraction of women for men is indescribable, especially on the battlefield.
Japan once had an American-born Japanese girl talk dirty jokes to the Yanks on the Pacific battlefield, and even sing a song of seduction, adopting the tactic of encirclement from all sides, to pressure the Americans.
But the more the Americans listened, the more excited they became, and they even came up with a slogan to advance on Tokyo and capture "Tokyo Rose" alive.
"Those bastard Northern Army troops will ultimately fall before our guns, long live President Popovich!! Long live the great citizens of Monterrey!"
Inside the bunker, there was a moment of silence.
Guardado sprang to his feet, his face red and his neck thick, "Long live!!!"
"Long live!"
"Quick, go see if there's still any Northern Army above us."
A long-legged drug trafficker ran up again, but soon came down. Guardado didn't wait for him to come over, instead he hurriedly approached, "How is it, how is it!"
"Boss, it seems like the enemy army is really retreating."
Guardado's eyes lit up, "Charge! Follow me and break out..."
"Boss, calm down! Calm down!" A bespectacled drug trafficker suddenly grabbed his waist.
"What are you doing, Sanchez, what are you doing?"
"Boss, we have less than 400 men, if you counter-charge and the Northern Army counterattacks later, we can't withstand their firepower, it's best for us to wait right now, wait for them to leave on their own."
Guardado paused his step...
He thought of the Northern Army's firepower, swallowed hard, and slowly nodded, "Sanchez, you're right, you're right, we can't act blindly, we'll wait, wait for the Northern Army to leave on their own."
"Quick, keep an eye on them."
The underling hastily acknowledged and ran off again.
Guardado was ecstatic, looking at the traffickers, "Monterrey still belongs to us!"
At this moment, Popovich was equally excited.
Decapitation was successful!
With the brain of the Fourth Marine Division severed, there was no way for them to continue in the short term.
"Now it's our turn to make a move, get the Southern reinforcement troops to land, enter from Tamaulipas State, and directly support Monterrey!"
As his request was relayed to Yucatan Island, the Southern drug trafficker government there naturally agreed.
To prevent the Northern Army from going south, they were almost ruthless, supporting with full force!
San Fernando Port.
Where there once were small fishing boats waiting to go out to sea, they were all rammed and flipped over by warships, the drug traffickers on them laughing haughtily, pointing and jeering at the people in the water.
"Prepare to land! Everyone grab your weapons!"
The command came over the ship's loudspeakers, the traffickers immediately picked up their weapons and got ready to land.
Bang~
When the bow crashed into the port, one stumbled, almost losing his balance.
The warship's hatch opened...
"Landing! Landing!"
6,000 drug traffickers neatly formed into squads and ran ashore. Their quality alone suggested they were not ordinary drug traffickers.
The weapons in their hands were uniformly American-style weapons.
The US Natick Experimental Research Laboratory developed in the 1970s the most commonly used PASGT combat helmets, Pasgt bulletproof vests, and some personnel even carried SWDG goggles.
Armed with M16A2 assault rifles.
Those unaware might have thought they were the U.S. Military.
But that wouldn't be incorrect, as the U.S. Military also trafficked drugs.
This was the "Calas" Independent Brigade of the Southern drug trafficker regime, trained with the help of Americans; its core members were retired American military personnel, some of whom had participated in the Panama invasion.
Their combat effectiveness was unquestionable.
As for their combat record...
Zero.
Still, they often claimed that their troops could go fifty-fifty with the most elite forces of the Northern Army, even defeating them.
There were still many people at San Fernando Port.
Upon seeing this troop of soldiers, they were so frightened they didn't dare approach.
Standing not far away, they pointed and commented.
Among them were spies from the Northern Army, standing there openly, observing the weapons, equipment, and personnel.
Once the soldiers left, one spy hurried to a nearby phone booth, "Hello! The bait is taken, the fishing boat is still at sea, we can cast the net!"
"Understood."
After hanging up the phone, the spy took one last deep look at the departing soldiers and turned to leave.
And at this moment, this intelligence was immediately conveyed to Tijuana.
At Durango Airport.
7 F14s, 3 B-24 bombers, and an F-111 fighter bomber swiftly took to the skies.
"Target, San Fernando Port, bomb the warships first, Warthogs skim the ground, understood?" Major General Hans-Ulrich Rudel, leader of the Air Force's Second Squadron, spoke into the communicator from the control tower.
"Squadron understood!"
"Godspeed, Victor!"
"Safe travels~" Hans-Ulrich Rudel put down the microphone, his gaze lingering on the sky as if he could see the fighter jets above.
The weather in Durango was fine, but as it crossed the skies of New Leon into Tamaulipas State, the sky suddenly darkened, the clouds began to rain, with faint glimpses of thunder.
"Visibility reduced, descend to 3,000 meters."
"Roger."
"All units be aware of wind direction, Warthogs proceed with initial break, bombers prepare ammunition, primarily target naval ships' anti-aircraft systems."
"Understood!"
Swoosh swoosh swoosh~~
The squadron moved from above the clouds to below, barely able to see through the mist, with the leading Colonel taking a deep breath before issuing the combat order.
At that time, in San Fernando Port, 4 Fletcher-class destroyers, 1 Brownstein-class frigate, a replenishment ship, and 4 troop transport vessels were docked. The place was originally a dual-use civil and military port of Mexico, spacious enough to accommodate them.
On this rainy day...
All the warships were powered down, radars were off, and the soldiers left on board were polishing the hull. Some even fashioned caps out of paper, placing them on their heads, some even excited, because "women were coming tonight to comfort them."
The Navy was notorious for frolics; what's the fun without women?
Logically, during combat readiness, the radars should be on, but the leader assumed there was no need. Who would come to attack them?
Absolutely safe!
A drug trafficker lieutenant stood on the deck, admiring the reddish glow on the ocean's surface, unable to help but exclaim, "How beautiful."
That evening sky, accompanied by light rain, was simply intoxicating.
He suddenly saw.
Several black dots appeared in the distant sky, rapidly approaching. Before he could make out what they were, the roar reached him first.
"Planes?"
"Planes!!! Planes!!"
His pupils dilated as he rushed to the bridge to sound the alarm, and the shrill sound of the alert commenced.
But by then, the leading four F14s had already dived down.
"Open fire!"
The M61A1 "Vulcan" cannons fired at the warships!
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...
Bullets created splashes on the sea surface, streaking across, and the seven or eight soldiers polishing the ship's side had no chance to escape, a cloud of blood mist burst from them under the barrage of bullets!
Others screamed as they jumped into the water.
"Help! Help!!!" they splashed and waved.
A fin surfaced, and a soldier, screaming for help, widened his eyes, "My God..."
Splush...
A shark pounced, biting his head off in one gulp!
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