Ten thousand people!
Either do nothing, or lick it with gusto, anyway, having already declared war on Iraq and carrying out terrorist attacks in Sonora State. If it weren’t for his reliable subordinates, there would be curses everywhere by now.
Victor was very vindictive.
Jason Bourne nodded, just about to speak, when a knock at the door rang out. He turned to see one of his entourage walk in.
"Sir! Sothing’s happened in xico."
…
Chiapas State. The famous San Cristóbal de las Casas Cathedral!
Gustavo, with a beard and dressed in long robes with a Roman collar, held an AK47 and, in authentic Spanish, shouted through a microphone to the thousands of people in front of him.
Brothers and sisters from Asia, Africa, Oceania, Europe, and the Aricas:
Welco to the mountains of southeast xico.
Let us introduce ourselves: we are the Zapatista National Liberation Army.
For ten whole years, we have lived in the mountains, brewing a war among the ranges, and have built up an army.
Below the mountains, in cities and large farms, we were non-existent. There, our lives were less valuable than machinery or livestock, we were like pebbles on the road, weeds on the roadside. We were voiceless, we were faceless, we were naless, we had no future, we were as good as non-existent.
…
The mountains told us to pick up guns, then we will make our voices heard.
The mountains told us to cover our faces, then we will have a face of our own.
The mountains told us to forget our nas, then we will be nad.
The mountains told us to keep our past, then we will have a future!!
…
Gustavo raised his hand, orating passionately, "We want freedom! Democracy! Faith! And justice!!"
"Viva!!" The followers below, mostly Indigenous people, among the poorest of the poor in xico, were moved by the stirring "Liberation Theology" and, fired up, raised their hands and cheered.
"Charge! Liberate Chiapas State! Liberate xico!" Gustavo scread at the top of his lungs.
Chiapas State was largely made up of large ranches, coffee plantations, and small family lands; the land distribution was unequal, and land reform had not truly been implented. The Indigenous people were very poor; the areas they lived in had a shortage of arable land—the soil in the low lands covered by forests was poor, and the highlands were prone to soil erosion. For years, community leaders among the Indigenous people voiced resistance, only to be brutally murdered.
The governnt didn’t care, the world didn’t love!
But God sent his "radical violence doctrine" over; if you’re poor, then struggle!
The Liberation Theology that was making a splash in Latin Arica began to launch an ard resistance in xico!
On September 19, 1990.
200 mbers of the Zapatista National Liberation Army stord into the northern city of "Huchitan," killed the mayor, shot the local military and political commander, and declared a rebellion!
On September 20!
More than 3000 rebels attacked the capital Tuxtla Gutierrez!
The Governor of Chiapas State was slain!
The local order was in chaos; many criminals took advantage of the turmoil to commit violence, resulting in the death of more than 4000 people, half of whom were non-xicans, shocking the world!
On September 22, they defeated the xican 78th Division based in the west, executed 21 division-level officers, and with the remaining soldiers occupied the entire territory of Chiapas State!
On September 23, Warwick, the forr senior leader of the Sinaloa Group and Guzman’s nephew, declared a rebellion in Chihuahua State, made a televised speech, and called for the overthrow of the corrupt and dictatorial xican Governnt!
On September 28, Juarez and the Gulf Group jointly announced their separation from the actual control of xico and called for support from countries around the world to help the people truly stand up.
They even referred to Victor and Cuauhtémoc as: filthy and vile usurpers!
Seeing soone taking the lead, all kinds of monsters and demons, and ambitious people rose up.
So villages, with just dozens of people ard, dared to hijack trains and extort money from traveling rchants, looking just like bandits.
Chaos!
Chaos!
Chaos!!
In the National Palace, the footsteps were a bit frantic and rushed.
Many staff mbers were beside themselves with panic.
xico City was to the south, but rebellions had sprung up in several states below, seemingly about to burst in and slaughter these "nobles."
And in the office, Cuauhtémoc, of course, knew that his subordinates were very nervous, but he was in no mood to comfort them; he was about to wet himself in fear.
"The Major General of the 6th Division in Oaxaca State, Manuel Guál, killed the local Governor, robbed foreign rchants, and expanded his military resources!" said the rookie Carlos calmly beside him.
His eyes were fixed on the President, Cuauhtémoc’s face pale.
No wonder he was like this; this was already the seventh military commander to do sothing like this in just half a month. What was this? A full-blown rebellion?
Two hundred thousand xican soldiers had already begun to turn into soone’s private army.
Ludicrous, isn’t it...
To expect them to eradicate drugs?
They were just waiting to stick a knife in your back at any mont. Your journey continues on .Côm
"What to do! What do we do!" Cuauhtémoc was a bit panicked.
Being the President really put him in an awkward position; the drug traffickers were rampant inside, and although a tough man had risen, he was so uncontrollable, caring nothing for morals and etiquette, killing anyone related to the drug traffickers right off the bat!
It caused public outrage.
Cuauhtémoc had advised Victor to kill less, but the latter’s reply was: "Not killing is not enough to appease my hatred!"
There were those who wanted to pay off their troubles, but upon seeing how wealthy the other party was, my goodness... they were slaughtered like pigs.
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