Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1692 - 765: History Always Repeats Itself!_2

Chapter 1692 -765: History Always Repeats Itself!_2

Poland, “Lightning” Independent Airborne Brigade Commander, Colonel Wadysław Sochański. Enthusiastic, brave, strong nationalist sentiment, eager to prove the value of the Polish Army, harboring resentment over historical humiliations, with a bold and even somewhat reckless combat style. Weakness: Easily influenced by emotions, possibly impulsive due to a desire for glory, has historical grudges with the German and French commanders.

Italy, “Sniper” Brigade Commander, Colonel Luca Bertolini. Born into a prominent military family, his father was an elder of the Italian Army. Graduated from Saint-Cyr Military Academy with rapid promotion. Personality: Arrogant, proud, extremely values personal and family honor, views the previous defeat in Komodo River Valley as a disgraceful humiliation, harbors deep resentment towards the “watching idly by” of the United Kingdom and France. Recent performance: After suffering heavy losses, his troops have completely switched to defensive operations, refusing to execute any proactive attack orders, and communicating negatively with other coalition forces. Emotional assessment: Easily angered, sensitive, in a state of intense shame and anxiety to prove himself.

Kitchener’s gaze lingered on the data of the Italian commander for a long time.

“Italians…”

He muttered to himself, “They suffered big losses in Komodo River Valley, learned their lesson now, and became tortoises. Attacking them most clearly illustrates our determination to target the elite, and can humiliate NATO to the greatest extent.”

An intelligence advisor spoke up, “General, precisely because they are now huddled up, relying on preset positions for defense, a frontal assault would be very costly. How to lure them out? Although Colonel Bertolini is easily angered, after the last defeat, he may not easily take the bait again.”

“Enrage him.”

Kitchener said slowly, his eyes fixed on the words “arrogant, proud, easily angered, sensitive to shame,” “Is there a way to bypass his reason and directly stab at what he cares about the most — his pride, his male dignity, his honor as a commander and the Bertolini surname?”

There was a moment of silence in the command center.

These professional military officers and advisors were accustomed to analyzing firepower configurations, terrain advantages, and logistics lines. For such near psychological warfare methods with a slightly underhanded taste, they were silent for a moment.

At this point, a slightly youthful voice came from the corner. It was a Major advisor responsible for psychological warfare and propaganda, named Emilio Sanchez, who usually didn’t speak much but often had some surprisingly innovative ideas.

Major Sanchez cleared his throat, “General, if you want to humiliate and anger a man who is arrogant, values honor more than life, and has just suffered a defeat, especially an Italian man, perhaps… you could start with his fundamental gender perception.”

Kitchener looked at him, “Be specific.”

“Historically, Italy is not short of brave women, sometimes even showing more decisiveness than men.”

Sanchez spoke slowly, clearly organizing his thoughts, “For example, in the late World War II, after Italy surrendered, Germans occupied Northern Italy, many Italian men chose silence or cooperation, but many Italian women became firm supporters and participants of the resistance movement. They conveyed intelligence, hid guerrillas, and faced Gestapo interrogations with more resilience than many men. Also, in Roman mythology and history, strong female figures are not lacking. Yet this, in a male-dominated military culture that especially values ‘masculinity,’ can sometimes be seen as a form of sarcasm.”

He paused, glanced at Kitchener’s expression, and continued, “We can use the most straightforward and vulgar way to slap this ‘comparison’ onto their faces. For instance, using transport aircraft or bombers, parachute drop… women’s underwear and clothing over Italian Army positions. A massive amount, thousands upon thousands of pieces, all stuffed with leaflets—not needing much complex wording, just using the most vicious and contemptuous language to ridicule them.”

Several slight gasps echoed in the command center.

This idea… was too wicked.

It was simply unlike a formal military action, more like street gang provocation.

But Kitchener did not immediately dismiss it, squinting his eyes, “What do the leaflets say?”

Sanchez, clearly prepared, took out a piece of draft paper and recited, “It could say: ‘To the Italian ‘Warriors’: Your courage is not even as good as the street prostitutes of Rome! At least they fight for survival, and you only look for excuses to escape!'”

“Or: ‘Pick up these clothes and wear them, Bertolini’s little princesses! So that next time when you flee, you at least look the part!'”

“Also, you could quote a bit of ‘historical fact’: ‘1943, Italian men surrendered weapons to Germans, while Italian women delivered bread and intelligence to guerrillas. History always repeats, the son of a coward is still a coward!'”

“The most crucial thing is directly attacking the commander: ‘Luca Bertolini, your father’s name is crying! The command saber he gave you, is it still less useful than your mother’s sewing needle?'”

With each sentence recited, the atmosphere in the command center became more peculiar. This was no longer a military strike, it was a personal affront aimed at making the opponent extremely angry.

“This… this is too…”

An old-fashioned Colonel advisor couldn’t help but shake his head, “It’s unseemly, and if the opponent remains unmoved, wouldn’t we become a joke?”

“They won’t remain unmoved.”

Kitchener suddenly spoke, taking up the evaluation report of the Italian commander, pointing at the adjectives above it, “‘Arrogant’, ‘proud’, ‘easily angered’, ‘sensitive to shame’. Such a person can endure battlefield defeat but is very difficult to withstand this kind of public, vicious humiliation directed at personal and whole troop male dignity, especially since he is already on edge due to the defeat, eager to cleanse his stain. Such an insult will stab at his most painful place like a stinger. His subordinates picking up these clothes and leaflets will further lower morale, private discussions could drive him mad, his father’s rivals in the military might use this to make matters. He must react, even if only to silence the mouths and prove he’s not a coward.”