Fearing the general might say, "All go dig potatoes."
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Jason Bourne internally cursed at the people below, certain that soone had deed it unimportant and sidelined it, but he dared not explain, only to express his attitude.
When you do sothing wrong, you have to stand at attention and take the scolding.
"Send a work group from the xican News Agency to act as embedded reporters with the troops, and find out whether this matter is indeed true. If it is, each mber of the tank unit will be rewarded with one million Pesos."
Since the Yanks have given a reward, Victor certainly could not be stingy—this was the best advertising for the army. Besides getting their rations, soldiers could also get rich!
One million Pesos ≈ 60 thousand US Dollars!
That’s equivalent to the salary of an ordinary Northern Soldier for two years.
In Tijuana, minus the central areas, you could get a three-bedroom, one-living room house in a slightly more remote area.
The secretaries following him took note of his words to convey them to the various departnts later.
"We must also greatly publicize this! Inform their relatives about the rits and bonuses, record their nas and achievents in local history, and also, have their rits acknowledged in the local museums."
"Local governnts must provide the best assistance to their families, helping them find easy jobs for their retirent."
"Display the photographs of Kurt Knispel, Otto Karius, and Michel Wittmann in the central areas of various cities in the North."
"Make being a soldier the most respected profession in xican society!"
The secretaries following him took note of his words to convey them to the various departnts later.
Jason Bourne clicked his tongue twice inwardly—xicans attach great importance to family. With the general doing this, the entire family gains prestige, who wouldn’t be envious?
Want the sa treatnt?
Go enlist!
xico needs you, Victor needs you.
This was bound to stimulate a bunch of youths to enlist.
"I plan to recruit another 150,000 young people to enlist…"
"General, this way our proportion of Rookies will completely surpass that of the veterans, this…" Jason Bourne said urgently.
"The newly recruited 150,000 people will train for at least half a year, and those 60,000 Rookies already deployed will beco experienced veterans in half a year. I plan to initiate the ’Northern Reconquest Plan!’"
"Effective imdiately, send troops from Sonora State, Sinaloa State, and strike neighboring Chihuahua State, Durango State as well as Coahuila State!"
Victor, as the incomplete Governor of the North—still lacking control over three states—with over 34 million people, more than 9 million still live under the dark shadow of drug traffickers.
His heart ached!
"Effective imdiately, the air force will strike against key targets in the three states. Order the combat headquarters to formulate a combat plan. In the rear, in addition to the National Guard, all 16 battalions will be moved to the front line!"
"This battle shall be the decisive battle!"
"The intelligence departnt must also start operating; I certainly don’t want my troops to be blind."
"Next year, I want to spend the Day of the Dead in Juarez."
"General, the Commander…"
"General Kennedy will serve as the full authority commander for this operation, with Horatio Herbert Kitchener, the head of teaching at the Northern Military Academy, and Erich Ludendorff, the head of combat command at Tijuana Army College, supporting him, to form a 20-person staff group for the front-line troops to provide military advice!"
"The logistics troops will control the market supply of food, steel, and others, and any consortium that causes trouble... let Bureau 13 execute them without trial!"
Jason Bourne winked at the secretary behind him, signaling her to quickly take note of this.
This was a command deciding significant events for the Northern Army.
16 battalions, over 100,000 soldiers conducting an ard campaign against three states. If successful, Victor’s throne would be firmly secured. If it failed...
Then it would be ti to go into exile.
However, everyone around the world was displeased with the general; defeat might an the end for him.
"Is it written down?" Victor asked the secretary.
Miss Krista Schroeder, the chief secretary, nodded.
"Send the orders to Casare."
"Prepare imdiately!"
...
"Sir, sir~"
Casare, drowsy, saw soone nudging him and opened his eyes wide, saw it was the secretary, and with a raspy voice and slightly red eyes, he sat up from the bed, "What’s the matter?"
"The general is on the phone." said the secretary.
Casare hurried out of the small compartnt, picked up the phone on the desk, "Boss!"
As the Acting Governor, he was under enormous pressure; the lives of tens of millions of people rested on him. He could only dare to sleep three hours a day, and he was starting to suffer from migraines now; the doctor had told him to get so proper rest.
But how could he sleep?
The secretary stood by as Casare continuously affird with yes, alright, okay, I understand now. The call lasted for about fifteen minutes. After he hung up, his brows were so furrowed they could squash a fly.
"Summon General Kennedy Heisenberg for an urgent eting!"
At the Northern Military Academy, a phone call reached the deputy principal’s office. After hanging up the phone, he hastily went to the ho of the director of education, Horatio Herbert Kitchener.
The dogs barked vigorously outside.
Seeing the principal arrive late at night, Kitchener was puzzled, but when he heard he was to head the staff group, his eyes lit up.
Educating people is noble, but he still hoped to shine on the battlefield!
"Kitchener," the deputy principal grabbed his hand, "you have to consider the Northern Military Academy’s own for this staff group. These are our people."
Horatio Herbert Kitchener hesitated, frowning.
Being an old hand, the deputy principal spoke persuasively, "You’re sure to move up in rank later, our military academy is a place for nurturing professional soldiers, helping them is helping yourself, and later they can help each other."
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