Chapter 880: Chapter 467: “Covering! Still damn covering!”_2
“War is not an adventure!”
Hearing such a “weak” plan from the other party, Rudendorf’s beard nearly stood on end with rage. He slamd the table, ready to curse…
A knock sounded on the door.
A captain rushed in, his face filled with excitent, “Commander, San Diego… has been reclaid!!”
Kennedy and Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened their eyes wide.
…
“Extra! Extra! San Diego has returned to the embrace of its holand after 142 years out of xico’s control!” On the street, governnt-hired newsboys held newspapers aloft, shouting loudly and purposefully running toward crowded areas.
They shouted with astounding vigor.
Most of them were children from impoverished families, unified under governnt employnt to earn money and support their households—a form of benevolent governance, you might say.
“Kid, give a copy.” A young man called out.
“Alright, 20 Pesos.”
“Here! Here! I’ll take one too,” said a pedestrian resting on nearby steps, waving his hand.
“Give one…”
“Don’t push, let’s act civilized.”
“Dammit! Who the hell grabbed my butt?”
Gradually, more and more people gathered, and the newsboys were quickly surrounded, unable to move.
A xican soldier who managed to grab a newspaper excitedly waved his arms, “Hurrah!”
The thunderous cheers were so loud it seed they might shatter all of xico.
At this mont…
It felt as though a “spirit” was rising from this reborn land, roaring with defiance at the damned Yanks.
When Victor heard the news, he paused in surprise. Casare, however, wrapped him in an embrace, tears streaming from his eyes…
“Boss, the United States is not invincible.”
Only those who have lived in xico truly understand the nation’s despair. Drug traffickers aside, even trying to drink water was nearly impossible. Just take a look at the border…
Those xican kids standing there—they looked just like beggars, asking for food. And the Aricans?
They would deliberately drive food trucks to the border and noisily eat in front of the kids, gleefully pretending to be friendly. But anyone who couldn’t resist rushing over to grab food? They’d be seized imdiately, pulled toward waiting police who had been standing by, ready to beat them brutally.
Aricans even committed cris in xico without fear, as the local police didn’t dare intervene. Sotis, the people had to seek help from local drug cartels.
How is this any different from the concession territories?!
Reclaiming San Diego—it was the first ti xicans had captured a U.S. city, washing away the humiliation suffered since the US-xico War.
“Do you want to strangle to death?”
Victor tilted his head up, laughing and crying simultaneously.
Casare quickly released him and, with an embarrassed grin, helped straighten Victor’s clothes. “I’m just too excited.”
“This is not enough, Casare. The Yanks took 2.4 million square kiloters of our land—just one San Diego? Absolutely not!”
San Diego is California’s third-largest city, and its surrounding area is highly influential. Most critically, it houses the dock for the U.S. Third Fleet.
A dock with aircraft carriers and nurous advanced weapons.
Although reports indicated the aircraft carriers had escaped, many warships remained—more than enough to rapidly bolster the xican Navy.
To the U.S. Navy, this was a significant blow.
“Deploy a 6,000-man National Guard unit from Baja California State to reinforce the area. Also, issue orders to the 336th and 337th Divisions to quickly occupy the city center and major thoroughfares to maintain local stability!”
Victor composed himself and patted Casare on the shoulder, “The war isn’t over yet. If anything, the most intense phase is about to unfold!”
The glint in his boss’s eye…
Caused Fat Casare’s overwhelming joy to fade sowhat. Truly…
The United States cannot afford to lose San Diego—just as South Korea cannot afford to lose the U.S. Forces in Korea.
“I understand.”
After leaving the office, Victor walked to the telephone, “Get the Fourth Army frontline.”
“General.” Roml’s voice on the other end was cheerful.
“Beautifully done! Let the Aricans see—North Arica isn’t just their damn playground. I want a seat at the table too.”
He did not hesitate in offering his praise.
Roml was flattered, almost embarrassed, “It’s all thanks to General Helmut Mauqi’s airstrike. Six U.S. generals were killed—including the Marine First Division’s Major General commander. The U.S. troops completely lost morale, and with our promises of prisoner-friendly treatnt, even sending them ho postwar, surrender numbers kept increasing…”
Victor couldn’t believe how dramatic this was…
It could only be sumd up in four words:
The mandate is mine!
“What’s next for the Fourth Army?”
“I hope we can muster enough forces to completely secure San Diego. Then, even if the Aricans reorganize and counterattack, they’ll have to battle us in a war of attrition.”
“I’ll send the Guard 1st Division over!” Victor stated decisively.
Roml froze, quickly advising against it, “General, that’s the Guard Corps…”
“Soldiers should fight on the battlefield; there’s nothing to discuss. My sole wish is to hold San Diego.”
“Mission guaranteed!”
In Europe and Arica’s military tradition, there’s an unspoken rule: divisions labeled as “Guard” are usually elite forces.
xico’s Guard 1st Division originated as the restructured Independent Fourth Battalion, boasting an impeccable combat record. When Roml led them as their first battalion commander, they stood their ground against an enemy thousands strong during an Iraq offensive.
Later, they gained fa internationally by eliminating the Tiger Organization in Sri Lanka. Upon their return to xico, Victor bestowed them the honor of the “Guard” title.
They were permitted to recruit combat-hardened veterans across the military, resulting in a force of 6,000 soldiers, two-thirds of whom were experienced warriors—a formidable unit, indeed.
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