Capítulo 1461: Chapter 691: Angsa Guanlong Scions!_2
The advisor imdiately handed over the docunt, with a barely perceptible sense of relief in his tone: “A formal diplomatic note from the xican Ministry of Foreign Affairs, inviting you to attend their Independence Day celebrations on September 16 in xico City.”
Little Bush grabbed the docunt, his bloodshot eyes swiftly scanning through the official jargon.
September 16?
Still more than half a month away? The flas of impatience flickered inside him again. Was this damned Victor deliberately stringing him along? But he quickly suppressed the emotion.
He understood that this was their way of controlling the pace and telling him: Why rush? The initiative is in my hands now.
His throat moved slightly, “Reply to them, I will attend on ti.”
“Yes, sir. I will arrange it imdiately.” The advisor nodded and turned to leave.
“Wait!” Little Bush suddenly called out to him, rubbing his aching temples as his mind raced even in extre fatigue.
The advisor stopped in his tracks, looking back in confusion.
Little Bush pondered for a few seconds, his eyes flickering, then lowered his voice: “Issue a non-public directive to the relevant dostic departnts to imdiately lift all special control and inspection asures against xican residents within our borders. Suspend all previous actions.”
He paused, lowering his voice even more: “Also, tell certain people, especially those groups and militia organizations that are jumping high on the Texas issue, to keep quiet for now. The governnt should not have any public or private contact with them, at least not until I return from xico City. Avoid unnecessary complications.”
I fear Victor might misunderstand.
The advisor was montarily stunned, he solemnly nodded: “Understood, sir. I will handle it with extre caution.”
“Go ahead.” Little Bush waved his hand wearily.
This is really damn frustrating.
…
Victor deliberately postponed the negotiations to after xico Independence Day on September 16, not just to humiliate Little Bush or demonstrate dominance.
This precious window of nearly a month was critical for him to digest Texas, consolidate power, and turn raw deals into accomplished feats. He wanted Bush to see an established fact when he arrived, a Texas where the flas of resistance had been largely extinguished, and a new order was taking root.
Orders were issued from the National Palace in xico City, quickly translating into actions on Texan soil through encrypted radio waves and loyal couriers.
The patrol intensity and frequency of the xican Army were elevated to unprecedented levels.
Especially in rural and peri-urban areas, the breeding grounds for resistance, UH-1 “Huey” and Mi-17 helicopter formations roared overhead almost around the clock, with their deafening noise serving as a psychological deterrent.
From helicopters skimming low, gunners’ cold eyes and the dark muzzles of guns scanned every field, road, and house below.
Any suspicious movent could result in a burst of warning gunfire or direct ground troop sweeps for a thorough cleanup.
To completely eradicate the groundwork for “swarm” attacks, Victor instructed the Texas interim administration to implent a grassroots control system derived from ancient Eastern wisdom but modernized — a variant of the baojia system.
A “Double Baozhang System” was implented in towns and urban neighborhoods.
The main baozhang position was taken by Texans with so local prestige willing to cooperate, while the deputy position was filled by well-behaved, surrendered individuals known as “traitors” who had been integrated into the system.
The two monitored each other, jointly responsible for population registration, material distribution, intelligence gathering, and security maintenance within their jurisdictions.
If any area experienced an attack event without prior warning or clues provided afterward, both the primary and secondary baozhangs would be held accountable, facing either deprivation of supplies or imprisonnt.
This system significantly exploited human selfishness and fear, forcibly extending administrative influence to the grassroots cellular level.
The effects were obvious and brutal.
To protect themselves and avoid implicating family and neighbors, many ordinary residents who had initially remained silent were now forced to actively monitor and report anomalies in their surroundings.
Trust further collapsed, but attack incidents did indeed drop sharply.
The rebel forces lost their most crucial cover and supply source—the silence and tolerance of the populace.
The magic power of money continued to fernt.
With sky-high bounties on the line, informing beca rampant. In late August, a secret tip from Fredericksburg, a “model town,” directly led to a major victory.
An informant accurately provided the location and activity patterns of key leaders of the “Lone Star Brotherhood,” entrenched in the surrounding mountains, a stubborn and highly combative group.
The xican Army’s 5th Airborne Brigade’s elite assault team launched a precision night raid.
The fierce firefight lasted less than half an hour; the Brotherhood, including its top commander, a forr Texas Ranger Captain Jackson Jack Hollyfield known for his extre xenophobia and bravery, along with seven core mbers, were all killed.
When Hollyfield’s body was dragged out, it was nearly riddled with bullets, but his face remained twisted with incredulous anger.
The xican authorities unceremoniously transported Hollyfield and several other heads’ bodies to Austin, staging a “display” in the square in front of the State Legislative Building.
Swarms of reporters captured the once arrogant resistance leaders now cold and disgraced endings.
Photos appeared on the front pages of all xico-controlled dia, with mocking headlines: “The Lone Star has fallen, the end of the resisters!”
This delivered a devastating blow to the morale of the remaining resistance forces and sent a ssage to all Texans: the hardest bones have been gnawed; the rest is just a matter of ti.
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