Chapter 956: Chapter 498: Infiltration! Infiltration! Infiltration! _2
“Secondly, even if we bring the gold back, at best it’s a collective second-class rit, maybe so money as a reward. But if we capture Mérida and make them surrender, then… getting stars on our shoulders is just a matter of ti!”
The last person who dared to do this was Germany during World War II, directly promoted to brigade commander by Little Mustache.
Fritz Klingenberg looked at the other’s conflicted expression and lowered his voice, “Wealth and honor are sought in danger!”
“I rember you have a girlfriend back ho, her parents are quite snobbish? If you make a contribution, who would dare underestimate you.”
“Let’s do it!”
Leann was instantly filled with passion, with the urge to return triumphantly and slap Old Deng.
“Alright, the gold stays in the car for now, it won’t run away.”
The two got out of the car, Fritz Klingenberg glanced at everyone and then at the man scared out of his wits, squinting as he leaned in, “Want to survive, fellow?”
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Half an hour later, around three in the morning.
A beam of light shone from afar, surrounded by darkness, looking particularly lonely.
Led by the “hostage”, they didn’t take the main avenue into town but rather a slightly secluded path; he shivered, “The rida Municipal Governnt is halfway up the hill within the city, if you take the main road, it takes a long ti and might even et patrol cars.”
“How’s the security within the city?”
Upon hearing the question, the hostage looked up and shook his head, “Very bad, people die every day, especially after Cancun fell, this place also saw murder, arson, and looting.”
“Don’t worry, once our Governnt Forces arrive, we’ll stand up for you,” Fritz Klingenberg patted his shoulder.
The hostage laughed awkwardly, “Then… what about soone like ?”
“Don’t worry, those like you under coercion will be treated leniently, and if you help us with significant contributions, maybe… when it cos ti to distribute land, you’ll get more, maybe even beco an officer?”
Beco an officer?!
The hostage perked up, finally not in a daze.
Leann glanced at his squad leader, secretly giving a thumbs up; his eloquence could almost revive the dead; even if he didn’t stay in the military, he could succeed in sales.
“We’re at the checkpoint.”
The soldier driving said, everyone looked over.
“It’s alright, no need to worry, there’s no one here.” The hostage waved his hand, “Those loyal to their duties died at the front, the cowardly ran away from Mérida long ago, now only the old and weak remain. Sir, don’t hesitate, just rush through.”
The car fell silent, “You seem quite excited?”
The hostage was startled, laughed awkwardly.
Though he didn’t state a reason, everyone knew because the pie drawn was really “tasty.”
Indeed, as he said, there was no one at this checkpoint, feeling abandoned for a long ti, the transport vehicle swaggered into Mérida, hardly seeing anyone on the way, cold and desolate.
Couldn’t tell at all…
This is a tourist city.
They drove towards their destination, encountering a patrolling pickup truck along the way, but rely passed by each other, with no other interactions.
The route was shockingly smooth, reaching the municipal governnt without obstacles.
“That was… that simple?” Leann said with wide eyes.
“Perhaps the Mérida’s drug traffickers thought we wouldn’t launch a night raid,” A comrade said in disbelief.
That seed the only explanation.
Too smooth, unbelievably so.
Fritz Klingenberg touched his face, gritted his teeth, “Get off! Life and death are fate-driven, wealth is bestowed by heaven; whether we climb the ranks, make fortunes, depends on today.”
“Go!”
He said as he pushed open the car door and prepared to get off.
“Officer, officer, if I… go along with you, can I get more land when it’s distributed?”
“I’ll file a report to give you an extra acre, and even a shop!”
The hostage panted heavily, his eyes reddened, looking around, spotting the AK on the back seat.
“Give him the gun.”
Leann hesitated montarily but handed the weapon over.
The man clumsily pulled the bolt, in reverse, “Hit the Mayor, claim the land!”
Saying this, he pushed open the door and charged towards the still-lit municipal office.
There was a small security room at the entrance, initially with three guards sleeping heavily. The hostage kicked the door open and swept over the bed!
Tatatatatatata…
That was truly swift.
“Squad leader, giving the gun to him, won’t there be trouble?”
“What’s there to fear! Charge, capture the municipal office, liberate Mérida!”
Fritz Klingenberg snarled, leading the n into the municipal building.
The abrupt gunfire was loud in the quiet space.
In the inner room of the top-floor office, Anatoly Magellan awoke with a start, instinctively jumped up, ran to the desk, grabbing a submachine gun.
Nervously watching the doorway.
His eyes one big, one small.
The gunfire drew closer, already clashing with the guards.
“Shit!”
Anatoly Magellan cursed, his mind blank.
What’s happening?
Could it be a robbery targeting the municipal office?
Or soone hoping to kill him and surrender to the Governnt Forces?
He finally recalled, he shouldn’t stay in the office, needed to flee, but opening the door, witnessed a familiar guard panic and run through the corridor, tatatata…
Fell with a scream.
Anatoly Magellan turned pale, stepped back, slipped on the floor.
At that mont, the door was kicked open, Fritz Klingenberg entered with gun in hand, about to shoot, when the other shouted:
“Don’t kill , I surrender!!!”
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Outside Mérida, at the headquarters.
Gang Se Lutetians Colonel, commander of the 1st Sea Cavalry Division, looked slightly worn, his eyes bloodshot, clearly under a lot of pressure.
Indeed…
Major General Karl Dönitz entrusted “Mérida” to him; it’s the Capital, doing a good job would guarantee promotion, hence he wanted to perform well.
Ideally…
Without damaging the internal infrastructure.
Thunk, thunk, thunk~
Urgent footsteps disrupted his thoughts, shifting his gaze from the Mérida map, he frowned, feeling sowhat uneasy.
“Commander, commander…” The military advisor rushed in excitedly.
“Charlie, you’d better give truly good news.”
Gang Se Lutetians Colonel rubbed his temples with one hand, walked to the table, drained the cooled coffee in one go, mainly due to thirst.
“Mérida has been liberated!”
“Pff…!”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Coffee sprayed from his mouth abruptly, choked him into coughing while looking up, “What did you say? Cough… Liberation? We haven’t even deployed troops yet.”
“While the 221st regint was scouting ahead, a squad infiltrated Mérida Municipal Governnt and captured its mayor, Anatoly Magellan, who has announced surrender!”
!!!
Whose subordinate was this?
Such bravery!
Gang Se Lutetians Colonel’s face flushed with excitent, repeatedly shouting “Good! Good! Good!”
He realized, “Order the 221st regint to imdiately enter Mérida, control main roads and urban areas, the 222nd regint to guard the outskirts, report the victory to Major General Karl Dönitz!”
Military rit is reported layer by layer.
Unless it’s a direct departnt.
“Also, I want to see that squad leader, I want to comnd them!”
This colossal rit, rarely seen worldwide!
Unashadly, with this achievent, without losing a single soldier, his position as the 1st Division Commander could rise.
Is this a subordinate?
This is the patron of promotion and wealth!
And as Mérida’s liberation news spread…
It destined the evening to be a sleepless night.
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