Aldous Wendell was furiously "posting" on the BBS.
Playing "armchair general."
anwhile, the 6,000-strong force supported by the Southern Governnt had penetrated deep into New Leon, with brigade commander Alex Phillips and his team having even night-climbed Abbotsford Mountain, which was rely about 200 ters high.
Watching the struggling "sun" trying to rise, he wanted to say sothing explosive, but in the end…
Pfft~
A fart erupted from his backside, and a lieutenant colonel standing behind him hadn't even climbed up yet; the blast blew his wig right off, leaving him awkwardly gazing at his colleagues below.
Alex Phillips had no idea his fart had caused such a "scene," looking down from above, he stretched out his hand, spiritedly proclaiming, "The Northern Army is a pushover, give enough troops, and I'll reclaim New Leon, advance into Durango, and capture Victor alive!"
"The brigade commander is right, well said!"
The sycophants below clapped and shouted excitedly.
On their journey here, they had witnessed the Northern Army's lack of fight, crumbling upon contact; the southern part of New Leon, southeast of Monterrey, was nearly devoid of any presence from the Fourth Marine Division.
Alex Phillips was definitely feeling smug.
After all, he was dealing with Victor!
The tyrant of xico, defeating him would just prove a point—that he was the "War God" of xico!
Victor was just a product of dia hype.
A gust of wind blew, and Lord Alex Phillips, lost in his dreams, shivered and tugged forcefully at his clothes, "Will we reach Monterrey by tomorrow?"
"With 200 kiloters to go and so heavy weapons, I'm afraid it's difficult."
After hearing this, Alex Phillips frowned, "Put the heavy weapons in the back, let the light infantry go first, I can't wait to see the welco ceremony Monterrey has prepared for ."
"Let one battalion guard the heavy weapons at the rear, the other units move fast, and once we defeat the Fourth Marine Division, I'll put in a good word for you!"
So people standing behind him felt his combat thod was too aggressive; a steady approach was wiser, but nobody dared to speak up and remind him.
After the fleet was bombed and the Southern Governnt scolded him, prideful Alex nearly wanted to crawl into a hole, without knowing what hole to find.
Upon entering New Leon and finding the enemy easily crushed, his arrogance magnified instantly.
"The sky's the limit, I'm third in line...
Victor?
Only fit to kiss my ass.
"I heard Victor's mistresses are beautiful; once captured, you guys get to enjoy them first!"
What General Yu Wen!
Call boss now!
"Thank you, brigade commander!"
Alex Phillips laughed heartily, hands on his hips, as if he held a winning ticket.
anwhile, in National Mountain Park 160 kiloters northwest of Monterrey.
If satellites could see, they would find the area heavily guarded, bustling with soldiers!
The headquarters of the Fourth Marine Division was right there.
So was Roml.
"It's ga ti!"
Inside a tented command post, the division commander Roml, with his bearded face, eyes gleaming while looking at the map, looked almost ravenous.
The pressure was imnse.
It made him, usually ticulous about his cleanliness, go without shaving for a long ti.
Next to him, Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock felt the sa, working hard to lure the Southern support troops.
"The 61st Brigade is 200 kiloters from Monterrey, once they're here, they can't run; we'll launch a pincer move at Bayesie and Cadreta, swallow them whole. If they hold Monterrey, we bombard them relentlessly. If they retreat, we'll have our forces hold Rimini and Monterrey Morelos tightly; these places are their only way out!"
"How many troops has the 61st Brigade positioned here?" Roml's throat felt itchy as he grabbed a bottled water and opened it.
Fedor von Bock frowned, "Around one company, over a hundred n."
"???"
Roml was just about to drink when he heard this, a question mark appearing above his head?
Setting the water aside, he took the intelligence report from the Chief of Staff, "One company? Is Alex Phillips looking down on , or just throwing a smoke grenade?"
Fedor von Bock pondered, "Maybe he simply believes he'll succeed."
Roml's left eyebrow twitched violently, turning back to the map, "Give a pen."
A staff officer quickly handed him a marker.
"There's a bridge three kiloters west of Rimini, after we capture Rimini, blow up the bridge, cutting off their retreat path, then shift to Monterrey Morelos, a plain in sight; if they want to escape, they'll have to pass here, here, we fight them decisively! Consu their active forces, and then, New Leon and Tamaulipas will be devoid of any main forces!"
Fedor von Bock nodded, he agreed with the combat plan, "But if the troops advance on a large scale, surely the drug traffickers will notice..."
"Send the Parachute Regint!"
"What about the 338th Regint?"
A staff officer interjected, "They're resting in Saltio, the capital of Coahuila State."
"Get the regintal headquarters!"
"Yes!"
Far away, hundreds of kiloters away in the military camp at Saltio.
Colonel Kurt Student of the 338th Regint sighed long and short over the map, strategizing with his Chief of Staff and deputy regintal commander.
"The 61st Brigade is nearing Monterrey, it's like fish on the chopping board, ripe for the taking, if a unit could pierce through their back...
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