Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 403 - 292: Wolfrum Heavy Gun "Beast"!4

"I’ve felt the wild revelry of drug traffickers in the slums, t the hostility of stray dogs by the dumpsters, and stood at the cake shop, longing for a woman to buy a piece of cake and wish a happy birthday, but I had no mother."

"On my father’s notebook, there were no essays or poems, only dates of nial work for others."

"I so loved to sleep, because then I wouldn’t have to worry about an empty stomach, and I could dream of my mother, my mother holding …"

"If I should fall, please take my ashes back to my hotown, and bury next to my mother. Thank you, it’s a bother, but please do this for , comrade. May you have a smooth journey. I love xico, I love Victor."

A gust of wind caressed John Baslone’s face.

As if…

the fallen comrades were wiping away the tears on his cheeks for him.

War, it’s all very cruel.

John Baslone, wiping his tears, said, "Let’s go, we need to clean up the brothers, can’t let them go ho like this."

In the distance, Erich Manstein played the accordion.

"Erika, that’s excellent," Fedor von Bock said with a smile as he sat down, passing his cigarette to Manstein, who hesitated. The other man simply stuck it into his mouth, "Smoke it, there’s no such fine tobacco in hell."

"How are you? Feeling any better?" Manstein looked at him and asked.

"I won’t die," Fedor von Bock waved his hand dismissively; his right pinky had been chopped off and was now simply wrapped in a bandage, "just a scratch."

"This war is tough."

Bock laughed, "It’s just the Iraqis who managed a surprise attack. You’ll see, the Aricans will definitely strike back. The Iraqi ground troops look fierce, but their air force is a bit lacking."

Manstein agreed with this point. When they arrived, the command center had already analyzed the situation.

35VS1!

1 million VS 700,000!

The advantage is ours!

How could we possibly lose? Can Iraqi tanks fly like planes, or hit reconnaissance aircraft and bombers thousands of ters high?

Once all troops are fully assembled, we’ll push them over.

It’s just a minor setback.

"And besides, if worse cos to worst, we die on the battlefield, we’ll et at the xican Tijuana National Cetery!"

Fedor von Bock took a drag of his cigarette, speaking quite nonchalantly.

These words caused a brief jolt in Manstein, who then nodded emphatically, "At the national cetery, then!"

Bock smiled

The rising sun behind them bore witness to their lofty spirits.

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Inside Kuwait at Arifjan Base!

This place gathered over 300,000 Allied soldiers.

Just the daily consumption of food had to be flown in from neighboring Iran, and just feeding the people and horses was enough to give General Norman Schwarzkopf a headache. When he received the news of the battle in the east from Wolfrum, he was even more furious.

The Coalition Forces had over 2,000 casualties.

Thankfully, not many Arican soldiers died, otherwise, they couldn’t afford the compensation.

Looking at an irate General Norman Schwarzkopf, his aid still brought him so good news, "In the war, we’ve killed over two thousand Iraqis and destroyed dozens of T72s. The xican Army perford particularly well—they repelled an attack by 1,000 Iraqis with just a machine gun squad, and one of them killed 178 people!"

"The xican tank crews destroyed 7 T72s in five hours with a single M1A1."

Norman Schwarzkopf’s eyes widened as he looked over, those round little eyes sowhat skeptical, but this staff officer was always known for his precision and wouldn’t lie.

He was imdiately intrigued.

"Bring that xican unit over, I want to see them, and in front of all the Coalition Forces, I’ll give them dals. Let them see that it’s not just about hanging around; when it’s ti to pull their weight, they’d better do it!"

Norman Schwarzkopf intended to set an example.

With so many Coalition Forces together, there were plenty slackers, so even lying in their bunks refusing to co out, causing him great annoyance; it was problematic for him to reprimand his superiors.

Now that xico showed such spirit, it was worth showing them off.

The staff officer, upon hearing this order, hesitated, "General, Victor has tense relations with quite a few countries, I’m afraid..."

"Don’t worry, can they really start fighting each other? I’m here, rest assured," Norman Schwarzkopf said, unconcerned.

Stay tuned to .Côm

The staff officer couldn’t shake a foreboding feeling.

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