Working as a police officer in Mexico

Even when war becomes more advanced.

In the end, it still needs people.

Just like no matter how movies are shot, they still need men and women; are you going to use robots?

Wouldn't the sounds be all different then?

Listening to the fierce clash of iron?

To conquer lands, plunder wealth, and traverse mountains and rivers, it all requires people.

Of course, the 82nd Airborne Division is like a tortoise; fighting life and death at the front, yet still waiting for the "officials" to catch up, only to be called fools afterward.

Just thinking about it feels a bit wronged.

But the 82nd Airborne Division doesn't get upset...

In fact, they enjoy it.

Ten C-130 transport planes fly over Juarez, carrying about 2,100 men from the 407th Brigade Support Battalion of the 82nd Division and the 1st Squadron of the 73rd Cavalry Corps.

The sky is cooperative, with the morning glow still visible in the distance, making the transport planes look splendid against this backdrop.

Their designated drop zone is near Amuada Town, 70 kilometers behind Juarez, a necessary passage for Route Federal 1. If the troops want to support Juarez, they have to pass through here.

There's a "Warrior Bridge" here, about 300 meters long and 20 meters wide, spanning the Conchos River, a pivotal point on Route Federal 1. If it's blown, the troops will have to cross from downstream, taking a detour of about 40 kilometers.

According to the Pentagon and the frontline command center's plan.

2,100 soldiers will destroy roads and bridges here to hinder the reinforcements of the Mexican Army, then quickly support the 82nd Airborne Division after the front-line troops capture Juarez.

This operation is critical, led by the 82nd Airborne Division's Deputy Commander, Colonel Aurelio Henderson. He's close to retirement age, but he still has the ambition to make a final push.

Go all in...

Turn a bicycle into a motorbike!

"Warriors!"

"The enemy's provocation has torn the vow of peace, and the shadow of crisis threatens all that is cherished. We are not aggressors, but we will not tolerate the trampling of dignity! Every tear-filled eye, every unspoken last word, transforms into the boiling blood in our chests at this moment!"

"America! God's nation, long live!"

The soldiers in the cabin are in high spirits.

Someone is even chewing gum, laughing out loud, "Commander, can we have a good meal when we get back? I'm so sick of the crap that piece of shit cook makes; it's simply inedible."

This remark draws laughter from the crowd, with everyone chiming in.

Deputy Commander Colonel Aurelio Henderson's face also relaxes but still maintains a stern expression, "Keep it together, don't mess up."

"The 82nd Airborne Division is invincible!"

"We've never failed, the devil cries like a baby with our bullets, and next, Victor will do the same."

Morale: +1+1+1+1.

In this upbeat atmosphere, there's a ding-dong sound, and red lights blaze on both sides, everyone standing up in unison.

"Don't be nervous, buddy." A sergeant major looks at the private beside him, taking deep breaths, and pats his shoulder like a big brother, "Victory is ours."

He then extends his fist, the private quickly follows with a fist bump, nodding sternly.

In the transport plane, the hundreds of soldiers are doing different things.

Some kiss photos of their girlfriends, some clasp crosses tightly and pray, while others kiss the badge on their chest.

Hmm...

A scene often seen in Hollywood movies.

"Jump! Jump! Jump!!"

Deputy Commander Colonel Aurelio Henderson shouts, standing outside, forcefully patting each soldier on the shoulder.

"Commander!"

A slightly chubby private looks at him, "If I sacrifice, please tell my brother I'm not a coward!"

Before finishing his words, Deputy Commander Aurelio Henderson kicks him out.

"F*** you, motherf***er!!"

The soldier shouts loudly, though his voice doesn't carry far.

Thousands of snowflake-like paratroopers open up, it's... simply breathtaking!

After World War II, scenes like this are rare, the last one as stunning was "Market Garden."

But truly, there are those even more shocked!

Right below their jump, there's a reserve anti-aircraft camp of about 700 people. Anyone who's served knows this kind of unit roams the mountains with no fixed address; originally stationed in Durango State for training and defense, they broke away to rush to Juarez on orders.

But who knew...

The anti-aircraft camp soldiers, who were resting and snacking, stared dumbfounded at the scene.

A private still had canned meat in his mouth, his eyes glazed.

Everyone's brains went a bit blank.

"Shit!!!"

The camp commander jumped up, slurping his noodles down the wrong pipe, nearly choking on his throat, coughing vigorously, his face turning red and stamping his left foot hard on the ground, expression pained yet excited, "Quick! Quick... cough cough cough, quickly fire the low-altitude guns!!"

Being a second-line unit, most of the troops in this camp were "militia," but they underwent nine days of training per month, primarily responsible for local stability, front-line support, and disaster relief.

Very similar to a "militia system"...

The equipment was somewhat "poor"...

The camp was equipped with four ZU-23-2 anti-aircraft guns and six S-60 57mm anti-aircraft guns, specializing in low-altitude targets. However, they were outfitted with Mexico's independently developed "bomblets," exploding in mid-air to release hundreds of small steel balls, providing defense against low altitudes, ideal for tackling helicopters.