Chapter 1089: Chapter 548: Pulling the Tiger’s Skin to Achieve Great Things!_2
After taking charge of the National Palace, he vigorously promoted “Ayaapaneco” to beco a compulsory course in primary and secondary schools, and held language competitions annually to involve the whole society.
Of course, it’s very difficult to completely abandon Spanish, but if you don’t try, you’ll never succeed.
Isn’t that right?
How many years has Mandarin been promoted?
Nearly seventy years!
And many still can’t speak it; language promotion is not an overnight task.
If Victor doesn’t take action now, no one will have such courage after he’s gone.
He plans to use fifty, one hundred, or even two hundred years to reshape xican civilization.
Victor’s eyes glead as he tapped on the map of the United States twice.
“What fertile land.”
…
Erich Faginhan from the Southern War Zone was dumbfounded when he received the news about deploying troops into Belize.
After repeatedly confirming, he imdiately issued combat orders.
More than 4,000 officers and soldiers from the 358th Regint of the 117th Division of the 20th Army stationed above Belize in Jintana Luo Australia are going south directly.
Don’t be fooled by it being just one regint.
There are over 120 vehicles stretching continuously; the front is in Belize while the rear is still in xico.
There is just a single road connecting Belize and xico, with checkpoints on both sides.
The Belizean army is not a Regular Army but more of a stabilization force, about 1,500 people, consisting of two infantry battalions equipped with M4 or M16 weapons and eight reconnaissance vehicles obtained from the United States.
Captain George Cadle Price and three comrades were hiding in the post, enjoying the air conditioning…
It was very cold outside!
Especially at night, the wind felt like knives against the face.
“Sergeant, I heard there’s a rebellion in the capital, nothing major, right?” a worried Private First Class asked, “My parents are there, and I couldn’t reach them.”
Captain George Cadle Price frowned, “Just so defeated soldiers retreating from xico, what combat power do they have…”
“But I heard half the capital is gone,” another Lieutenant said sullenly, eyes dim, “A British Army company scattered after a direct confrontation.”
The Private First Class was a bit panicked, “Sergeant, can I take a leave? I want to go back to check.”
Captain George Cadle Price’s face turned dark, and he reprimanded, “Don’t overthink, the situation is still within control, I assure you.”
Under his promise and reassurance, the Private First Class sat down, but his eyes remained bewildered.
“Hey? I think I hear engines,” the Lieutenant suddenly said, frowning, grabbing the gun beside him and heading outside.
Captain George Cadle Price didn’t mind at first but suddenly heard shouting, “Get out! Sothing’s happened!”
The few inside exchanged glances, imdiately jumped up, grabbed their weapons, and ran out.
They saw headlights appear on the road, following were long lines of vehicles…
“Turn the lights on, get them to stop.”
A comrade quickly picked up the searchlight beside them, waving it in the distance to signal to stop.
But they didn’t care, instead, the lead vehicle accelerated and charged over.
“Bang bang bang…”
Gunfire pierced through the darkness.
Captain George Cadle Price grabbed the shooting Private First Class, shouting angrily, “Who told you to shoot!”
Seeing soone shooting, the convoy imdiately retaliated, the M242 “Bushmaster” chain gun on the M2 Infantry Fighting Vehicle started roaring…
Your little rifle can’t do it; see my big guy.
Woo woo woo—tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
White light flickered from the gun barrel, very bright in the night, sweeping through.
The checkpoint was blown away, the soldiers standing on the road were killed instantly, without even leaving any last words.
The convoy continued going south, crossing the heavily defended city of Chetumal, directly reaching the capital Belmopan.
Speaking of a heavy city, it’s actually less than 9,000 people…
The capital has only 7,800 people.
The convoy conducted a rapid march, arriving in Belmopan at 2 a.m., directly entering combat.
Nine newly issued VN-22B 105mm 6×6 armored fire support vehicles fired flares into the sky.
The whole city beca as bright as day.
Soldiers, as nurous as the tide, surged into Belmopan.
George Catlett Marshall was breathing heavily, wearing the insignia of a Lieutenant, his young face slightly flushed, and anyone who’s been in combat knows that’s due to adrenaline rush.
He was initially a child from the slums of Morelia, recomnded to Military Academy by Captain Paul Emile, who was clearing out drug traffickers.
Back then, he was actually quite old, just looked small.
After studying at school for over two years, he was assigned to the 358th Regint as an acting platoon leader, don’t belittle his youth, he was ruthless.
When he first enlisted, so veterans and non-commissioned officers wanted to test him, but after defeating three in free combat, skepticism disappeared, as the military values strength.
He was once weak, but after a long ti at the Military Academy, with daily nourishnt, he shot up to 180cm, and coming from the slums, he was hard on himself, training ten hours when others trained five, collapsing from exhaustion several tis, even urinating blood.
He led his platoon on a charge, running fast at the front, and as soon as he turned a corner, he saw a dozen “unidentified ard” individuals running out from a shopping mall.
With guns in their hands!
On the battlefield, there’s no ti to ask who you are?
George Catlett Marshall raised his MK-48 light machine gun and fired ahead.
Pop pop pop—
Bullets pierced through bodies into the cent wall behind.
They didn’t even react and were swept to death.
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