"Moxin Society xico, January 28: "
"Under orders from the xican Governnt, Moxin Society released the following statent on January 28, 1992: "
"The Arican authorities have repeatedly ignored warnings from xico, supporting drug traffickers and engaging in human trafficking. Such actions defy all reason and morality!"
"Recently, they mobilized ard forces to violate xican territory, killing and injuring law enforcent personnel and border residents. The situation has dramatically deteriorated!"
"This poses a severe threat to border peace and security, as they attempt to impose imperialist dominance upon others."
"Unable to tolerate this any longer, the xican Governnt has been forced to undertake defensive counterattacks!"
On January 28, as people were waking up, heading to work, and going to school.
At a breakfast stall, a father eating with his child raised his head in surprise as the cartoon on TV abruptly disappeared.
All xican channels instantly switched to the national channel, where the anchor, with an air of righteous indignation, fiercely condemned the U.S. for disregarding dostic cris and harboring ambitions to turn North Arica into their backyard.
"We, the xican People's Army, will never yield before powers; we are determined to reclaim light for this sky!"
"And justice shall prevail over evil!"
"It's happening! The war is happening!"
A bespectacled xican man in the breakfast hall shouted with wide eyes fixed on the television.
"The xican Army's Fourth Army's 337th and 338th divisions have initiated fire from Nogales towards Saint Cruz County in Arizona!"
"Quick! Check the map!" A diner shouted anxiously.
A crowd rushed to the wall, where a massive map of xico was hanging, scrutinizing it closely.
The father, still biting his cigarette, hurried over with urgency despite being in the middle of breakfast with his child.
Instantly, the area around the map was packed with people.
"It's here."
"The nearest point to the U.S. border is only 33 kiloters."
"Fight! Kill those goddamn Yanks!" Soone yelled fervently, their face flushed with agitation, running out the door as they spoke.
"I'm going to donate money; yesterday's paycheck—I'll donate it all today! Damn it, annihilate the Yanks!"
"Yes, wipe them out!"
A child carrying a backpack tugged at his father, "Daddy, Mommy said not to use bad words."
"Today is special."
The child hesitated for a mont, then raised his fist, "Kill those Arican bastards!"
anwhile, in Nogales.
The 337th and 338th divisions, classic infantry formations, each boasted 168 artillery pieces—336 in total!
With a single command.
The artillery roared in unison!
Shells rained down on Arican territory like a storm.
Everything taller than two ters on the other side was flattened instantly!
Stationed at the border was the legendary "Viper Force," the 158th Infantry Regint, renowned since World War II.
Ford in 1865, it originally comprised xican, Spanish, and Indian tribe mbers.
During jungle warfare training in Panama in 1942, this regint provided a wealth of practical tactics for the U.S. Military's jungle operations.
MacArthur once described it as "the greatest unit he had ever commanded."
As history often proved, everything MacArthur commanded was "the greatest." At least he didn't flee like others.
The 1,400-strong 158th Infantry Regint was still having breakfast...
A captain strolled comfortably out of the ss hall, pondering where he might go for leisure, when he suddenly heard a shrieking sound overhead.
He looked up in puzzlent.
And saw a dense swarm of pitch-black objects descending upon him.
Closer...
He saw it clearly!
"Shells!!!!"
But there was no ti to escape; a shell landed directly beside him, and the massive blast wave tore him apart instantly.
Smoldering body parts fell from the sky.
The countless shells transford the entire camp into a smoke-filled wasteland...
Lieutenant Colonel Nevis, the regint commander, frantically took cover under a table while clutching a satellite phone, "Hello! Hello! F***! We're under attack! The xican Army is advancing!"
The person on the other end of the line seed groggy, "Huh? What? What did you say?"
Lieutenant Colonel Nevis nearly choked in frustration, clutching his ears, about to curse and repeat himself when—BOOM...
A massive shockwave slamd him, along with the table, into the air.
Those who've survived bomb blasts know well—internal organs are prone to rupture, making modern warfare one of the most brutal violences.
You don't even see the enemy...
And your life is already over.
Nevis coughed up large amounts of blood, his gaze drifting into lifelessness and bearing profound regret.
Eyes wide in fury, he died without peace.
The wall was blasted open with a massive hole, still emitting gas.
xico has 19 cities near the U.S. border, such as Tijuana, Xinesis, Piedras Negras, and others from west to east.
Except for a few still controlled by southern drug traffickers, the rest all simultaneously launched shellfire aid at U.S. territory on the sa day and at the sa ti.
Isn't it war you want?
Then let's extend the front line.
The border stretches 3,169 kiloters—let's see who can endure longer.
anwhile, opposite Tijuana in San Diego, chaos reigned as sirens blared...
Panic-stricken citizens spread everywhere; flas burst out from the middle floors of a 27-story local chamber of comrce building...
The BM-13 rocket launcher used extended-range shells, delivering an overwhelming bombardnt—how many could your defenses withstand?
"It's falling... It collapsed!!"
Screams of terror ca from sowhere, as the upper levels of the 27-story building began tilting, crashing heavily into the ground before everyone's eyes.
"OMG! OMG!!"
A plump Black woman clasped her mouth, unable to hold back her sobs, while others around her clutched their heads in despair.
Seconds later...
A rocket smashed into the café they were in. The force left them annihilated on the spot.
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