Working as a police officer in Mexico

When the F-15E "Attack Eagle" flew overhead, he knew the U.S. Military was here. They were all their own people. How could they not know how to fight?

First, gain air dominance, then bomb, and finally have the infantry sweep through—Three Axes method...

So, as soon as the aircraft flew by, he immediately ordered his adjutant, who was also his brother-in-law, to raise the white flag.

Welcome to the Royal Army!

"Brother-in-law, should we fire a couple of shots? We're Texans after all."

Before the brother-in-law could finish speaking, Colonel Leant Ross slapped him across the face, cursing, "Texas my ass! Your great-great-grandfather was bought for a dollar back then. Texan? You're African!"

"Fire? Fire at what? What if they retaliate?"

The brother-in-law nodded vigorously, clearly very afraid of this brother-in-law, and quickly ran out to make arrangements.

Colonel Leant Ross lit a cigarette, "Fight? I'm damn patriotic!"

...

Inside the round-table office of the Mexico Ministry of Defense.

Many people were arguing intensely!

It was nothing more than what the next move of the U.S. Military would be after planting their flag in the Northwest region following the occupation of Amarillo.

"As long as Texas quickly counterattacks, clears out the entire area around Amarillo while the U.S. Military is still unsteady, and pushes them back, there's definitely no problem," a major staff officer said loudly.

"Push back? With what? The 36th Infantry Division is over three hundred kilometers away, and there's only one regiment present. How can they counterattack with just one regiment? I think they should construct a second line of defense!"

Someone refuted, and it was an officer who was still a captain.

In modern warfare, many people believe the importance of staff has diminished. No, it has actually increased, and what's needed are high-quality elite talents. To enable everyone to speak freely, Victor had set a rule back in Tijuana.

"In discussions within the tent, regardless of military rank or position, speak freely, but the final decision is made by the highest commander, who also has despotic power, of course."

But if the plan devised by the staff does not achieve results later, or has adverse effects, one is not allowed to use this matter to attack the other party; otherwise, sanctions will be applied.

Doesn't it resemble... nomadic warfare tactics?

Indeed, it does have a bit of that style.

This allowed many staff in the army to think outside the box, not bound by the hierarchies that lead to "dare not speak, cannot speak, will not speak."

Important military affairs have never been that easy.

Chief of Staff, Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener, just sat next to them, saying nothing, quietly observing the latest information before him. Suddenly, his brow furrowed, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he gently tapped the table, instantly silencing the previously heated discussion.

"No need to argue, latest news, Hereford in New Mexico has been captured!"

The staff were in an uproar, quickly leaning over the map, whispering to each other.

"Flat terrain! The connection with Amarillo has been opened, the Panhandle Region is lost, the U.S. Military's ground forces can now advance rapidly along the highway. Damn! How did this battle get this way?" Army Chief Siegmut List frowned and cursed.

"What are Texans raised on? Dog shit?"

Many words from those mouths couldn't be exposed.

But everyone was used to it. Siegmut List had no issue with strategic vision, just a foul mouth.

"The initiative is in the hands of the U.S. Military. If they don't continue going south and just hold steady in the northwest corner, once the reinforcements arrive, Texas will be doomed, and the 3,000 troops the Sill Military Base in Oklahoma has sent across the border clearly indicate a pincer attack, diverting other independent states as well. The Americans mean business this time."

"Who is the commander?"

"Frederick Franks!"

When the leadership inquired, a nearby staff member immediately chimed in, also detailing Franks' tactical background, abilities, and characteristics:

"Former commander of the Seventh Army during the Gulf War, highly skilled in armored warfare, noted for the famed 'Left Hook' operation, bypassing the Iraqi Army's front line on the Kuwait border, penetrating the western desert into Iraq's interior, cutting off the Iraqi Army's retreat, and annihilating its elite units by transferring 6,600 tanks and armored vehicles 220 kilometers west from the Shako border, avoiding Iraqi surveillance. The Iraqi Army was completely unaware of this maneuver, leading to a complete breakdown of its defensive system."

"Moreover, the Seventh Army launched an assault from western Iraq, pushing eastwards to the northern part of Kuwait, forming dual encirclement rings around the Iraqi Army, eventually wiping out more than ten divisions of the Iraqi Army, including the elite units of the Republican Guard, notably the celebrated Tawakarna Division and Medina Division!"

"In a 90-hour operation, the Seventh Army annihilated over ten divisions of the Iraqi Army, destroyed more than 1,300 tanks and over 1,200 armored vehicles, and captured 22,000 personnel, with its own losses being just 47 dead and 192 wounded."

"He worked in perfect coordination with the current US Secretary of Defense Norman Schwartzkopf, with the latter drawing enemy attention with his troops while the main force launched another assault, inflicting massive losses on the opposing side on a separate battlefield."

"Wait!"

All of a sudden, Army Chief Siegmut List shouted, "Could this also be a show, with his actual target not being Texas but us!"

Upon hearing this, Chief of Staff Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener furrowed his brow.

"Commander, Commander!"

Suddenly, a staff from the next office, receiving messages, rushed over, "The United States 377th Air Force Wing has deployed 54 aircraft, heading directly for Juarez!"

"Sure enough, waiting for us right here! Damn it, they're going to strike Chihuahua!" Siegmut List slammed his hand, "The frontline in Texas is practically empty. Do we even know how many army units, how many tanks, and how many armored vehicles the U.S. Military invested in the Panhandle Region?"

Mexico is still lacking militarily...

They don't have military satellites and cannot capture information in real-time for many events.

Siegmut List glanced at the expressions of everyone below, his face subtly tightening, and looked to the Chief of Staff, "I propose the Eastern and Northern War Zones swiftly link up with Chihuahua State. There's only one army there; it's too risky."

Bear in mind that Chihuahua State has 250,000 square kilometers of land, almost an eighth of Mexico...

But that area is connected to Sonora State, mostly desert, so aside from border police, there's no need to send troops, unless there are major experiments inside.

"Agreed!"

Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener squinted his eyes, sensing they were playing the Empty City Strategy, with their main target being Juarez. Once Juarez falls, oh no, Mexico would be in danger!

"We've met our match."

He murmured to himself, his gaze profound.

At this moment, Colonel Leant Ross of the 148th regiment in Hereford looked at the mere 40-plus armored vehicles and fewer than 800 infantry in front of him, his eyelids twitching.

"Damn, we've been conned!"

He's feeling a tingling sensation at the back of his head...

But he could only pinch his nose and push through, as there was no place for him in Texas anyway. Who'd have thought that the entire Panhandle Region would only send this few people, whom he could easily fend off!

"Colonel, welcome back to the United States." The major leading the opposite side teased as he looked at him.

Leant Ross' face turned a shade of iron blue, but he forced a smile, "I... I've always been American, ever since my great-great-grandfather came from Africa, we've been Americans!"

His adjutant, also his brother-in-law, watched his brother-in-law.

Hmm...

When could he ever be as "frank" as his brother-in-law!

...

Wailing—

The urgent alarm blaring through the night sky of Juarez was ear-piercing.

The moonlight herself couldn't bear to watch in that place...

A wing composed of dozens of F-15s, F-16s, F-18s, and B-52 bombers appeared over Juarez.

"Ah Men, we have come to redeem you, you savage Mexicans." In a bomber, a pilot made a praying gesture.

"Release the bombs!!!"

"General, General, we need to take evasive action." A guard grabbed the shoulder of the 179th Army General: Otto Moritz Walter Model, but was pushed aside by him.

He tugged at his collar, "A Mexican Major General never retreats or shows cowardice. My soldiers are resisting, and I will not hide. Victory belongs to us and to the eternal warriors!"

"Long live Mexico, long live Victor!"

"Long live!"

"Hi!"

"Shoot them down! Shoot them down!"

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