Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1698 - 766: Codename: "Cunning Wizard"!_4

The Italian Army's Centaur tank destroyers, despite having excellent 105mm guns, faced increased pressure from the sudden appearance of enemy tanks and denser anti-tank fire.

One Centaur, during successive evasive maneuvers, was hit in the rear side by an RPG-7 fired from very close range, catching fire.

"Tanks! Enemy tanks! At least two, with more armored vehicles! We need anti-tank support, air support!"

Bertolini felt cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Order the entire brigade to switch to full defense! The vanguard battalion will alternately cover the retreat towards the 2nd reserve battalion! Deploy all anti-tank weapons, request tactical air support, quickly!"

He must cut his losses.

While saving face is important, losing another battalion would mean utter ruin for him.

However, the process for requesting tactical air support is cumbersome.

The Air Force... It's quite complex.

Several countries are involved.

Around 10:40 in the morning, over the battlefield.

Just as the Italian Army was struggling to retreat and the Mexican armor units were trying to expand their gains, the sky finally echoed with the roar of jet engines.

Four jets flew over the battlefield at low altitude and high speed.

But they were not Italy's Tornadoes or Jaguars.

They were French Air Force Mirage 2000s.

They did not directly attack the Mexican armored columns pursuing the Italian Army, instead circled around the battlefield and fired several ground missiles towards deeper areas behind Alpha Point, then pulled up and left without a second round of attacks.

The French were only willing to give their ally one strike; the second strike would cost money.

Do you think shells come free?

The Italian Army's vanguard battalion and 2nd reserve battalion, after losing at least five armored vehicles and suffering nearly a hundred casualties, finally awkwardly disengaged from the Mexican Army and retreated back to their initial attack position, relying on rear artillery fire and minefields to barely stabilize the defensive line.

The Mexican Army, after hitting back against the Italian Army, did not persistently pursue them.

Their tanks and armored vehicles, after chasing for a while, slowly retreated to behind Alpha Point, as if it was nothing more than a powerful "counterattack warning."

The battlefield gradually returned to calm, leaving only burning wreckage, pervasive smoke, and the breathing of both sides' soldiers.

In the afternoon, at the Italian Brigade command.

Loss reports were accumulated, and Bertolini stood alone in front of the map, his silhouette desolate.

He had failed again.

Although the losses were smaller than the Komodo River Valley incident and the structure remained basically intact, a "limited offensive" turned into a "humble retreat," with no objectives achieved and troops lost.

More crucially, the fact that he initiated action and was thwarted again would likely soon spread through various channels, reaching the Coalition Forces and Rome.

Durand's secure communication came through, with a "concerned" tone: "Luca, I heard you hit a hard spot over there? My Air Force lads did their best, hope it helped. Do you need medical evacuation support?"

Bertolini's lips moved slightly, and he finally uttered a dry sentence: "Thanks for the support; our forces have stabilized the defensive line."

He hung up the phone and closed his eyes.

Images of those colorful clothes falling drifted through his mind, as well as the vicious sentences on the leaflets, and his father's tired face.

…

He thought for a moment and lightly sighed.

Garlic bird, garlic bird...

If he can't win, what can be done? Is family honor more important than his own life? As for political opponents...

Old Dad can handle it!

If all else fails...

Then just resign.

He really doesn't want to die in a foreign land.

Too dangerous!

His morale is all but gone.

The battlefield is something that relies on talent; at best, you can train a general later, but a commander... really eats from God's bounty.

And his opponent was none other than the so-called "Cunning Wizard" Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who would not just easily give up.

He said, eat you, he'll eat you!

Even if Jesus comes, it's useless!