Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 603 - 364: The First Tijuana Drug Ban Conference!_2
His body stiffened, then he fell heavily to the ground.
The back of his head hit a rock with a nail in it, piercing straight through, eyes bulging wildly, mouth half-open…
He died without any last words.
His vacant gaze fixed on the hole in the roof through which he could see the sky.
His final thought.
The sky… really is so blue.
Really… so blue!
Inside the village, the drug traffickers and A Company were still fighting fiercely, leaving corpses scattered across the 4.5-kilometer area.
In the end, they were simply outnumbered.
The last seven or eight, all wounded, were surrounded in the village's main building.
A hand grenade was thrown in. The lieutenant standing next to the company commander of A Company ran to it, grabbed it, and prepared to throw it back, but it was too late, and boom!!
"Ah!!!"
Half his body blasted away, the lieutenant let out a painful scream and fell to the ground.
Helvin Sandoval's eyelids twitched, and when the last bullet was fired, the chamber clicked empty.
"Out of ammo…"
"Out of ammo, Commander."
The remaining few looked at him.
Helvin Sandoval's tactical gloves were torn; he pulled out his last hand grenade, voice hoarse, "Everyone, get over here."
Hearing this, they all slowly moved closer, even the wounded tightening their lips and drawing near.
"The General treated us like brothers. I've been in the Army for seven years, seen the corruption of Old Mexico, politicians who don't see soldiers as human, but I've never seen a leader who distributes land and provides free education!"
"My life is only worth dying for the General."
"Are you scared?"
Helvin Sandoval's gaze swept over everyone.
"Commander, being captured by the traffickers is worse than death!" A soldier who looked about 18 grinned, "My father was killed by traffickers, my brother's legs were chopped off by them, my mother cried until she went blind. The Governor provided medical care for my family, gave me a monthly stipend. Even if he orders me to kill God, I wouldn't blink an eye. Death is just death, right?"
"When I die, I'll go to hell and take down Satan and wait for the General's ascent!"
"Yes, we're not afraid to die!"
"If we were afraid of death, we wouldn't be soldiers!"
"Long live Victor! Long live Mexico!!!" Helvin Sandoval shouted and then let go.
Boom!!
The massive explosion blasted everything away, a cloud of ash filling the room, with Helvin Sandoval's eyes reflecting the sky.
Heaven…
It's so blue!
Like a flood, the traffickers poured into the village…
They dug out Commander Federico Ferrari Orsi from the rubble. Now, the highest-ranking officer of the Monterrey Division was a lieutenant colonel, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. A village with nearly 1,400 casualties!
Damn!
He trembled all over. Were all the Northern Army troops this formidable?
Isn't this just the newly formed Marine Fourth Division?
If they were this fierce, what would the First Division be like?
"Commander, shall we… continue the attack?" a fearful drug trafficker leader asked in a subdued voice.
The lieutenant colonel opened his mouth to respond when the sound of helicopters overhead drew panicked glances upward; he saw four dark shadows approaching at low altitude from a distance.
"Retreat! Quick, retreat!!"
The 20mm cannons swept below, shredding trees as thick as arms; the fleeing traffickers were shot into sieves from midair, forgetting the drills their instructors taught them. With a sweep of a cannon, life or death was uncertain.
Fifth Group's vanguard had finally arrived!
They didn't chase; they hovered in midair, repelling down soldiers to carry out their tasks: treat the wounded, secure defenses, and wait for additional troops.
The commander, standing on the ground, could feel the heat coming out from under his combat boots, the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air was unsettling.
"Commander, we've found a survivor here!" a corporal called out from the distance. The commander hurried over and saw a figure on the ground, bloody and mutilated, his blood coagulated, his uniform dyed red.
There were wounds on his legs, still seeping blood.
A medic was treating him.
"Commander, here's his ID." Someone passed over a blood-stained military ID, he opened it and next to it was a photograph of a man gaping at the camera with dimples beside his grinning face.
It looked nothing like the bloodied mess on the ground.
Marine Fourth Division 336th Regiment A Battalion A Company!
Below was the company's battle cry: To the most dangerous places, to save the most beloved civilians!
"Get him to the rear cities with support, are there any other survivors?" the commander asked.
Those nearby looked at each other and shook their heads.
The commander took a deep breath, "Our brothers have pulled back. Now, it's our turn to move in!"
"Yes!"
...
The "New Leon State Battle" didn't just attract attention within Mexico but also received extensive media coverage within the United States.
Because New Leon State was incredibly important to the U.S. border!
Especially the Falken Reservoir, if Victor decided to pee in it, the people of McAllen City below would be drinking the "Great Emperor Wei's" urine.
Most importantly, it would extend the border with the United States, and with the Northern Army's unruly demeanor, the Yanks would feel even more constrained.
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And during all this, a meaningful incident occurred.
According to The New York Times, The Pentagon requested the Texas National Guard to defend the border, but they were refused!
They were simply ignored.
Awkward… oh!
