Chapter 343 Casare Is so Brave

Chapter 343 Casare is so brave?!

Casare has never fought a war.

He rarely exchanges fire with drug dealers. When he was a prison guard, he ran away when he saw something wrong. He couldn't say he was scared, but he was not much better.

But the army in this area came to attack, and he was instantly worried!

If Jason Bourne hadn't pulled him, he would have rushed out with his rifle.

"Calm down, sir, leave professional matters to professionals."

If he died here.

Victor can guarantee that Michoacan will not stop fighting for seven days.

Bang!

The artillery on the M1A1 Abrams main battle tank blasted loudly, and a building in the distance collapsed directly, just like a building block, missing a corner, and fell down with a bang!

Casare stared and swallowed his saliva. The courage that was swirling with adrenaline suddenly dropped. He looked at Jason Bourne next to him, smiled awkwardly, nodded, and was dragged into a small wooden house in the suburbs.

There were many soldiers outside guarding.

"Manstein can do it, right?" Casare looked at him nervously.

"Victor's soldiers have never been impossible. What we have to do is to absolutely complete the mission!" Jason Bourne said with a serious expression, "You should believe in them. They... are the sword of the general's war on drugs."

Casare took a deep breath, "Then I will sit and wait for the soldiers to triumph!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled a chair and said to the people outside, "Open the door! Let the charging soldiers see that I will sit here and watch them take Morelia!"

"If I retreat, kill me. If I die, avenge me!"

Don't mention it, he really has a heroic spirit.

Manstein's tactics are very cunning. When the drug dealers react, the heavy firepower attack will never delay here for a minute. Half an hour later, they drove into the city and rushed to the three major destinations in an orderly manner.

"Military camp", "TV station", "City Hall".

Modern urban warfare is actually very difficult and increasingly cruel. High-rise buildings and crisscrossing roads are all dangerous spots. If you run away after the armored anti-ambush attack, who can catch you?

When Victor fought the urban war in the north, he was basically heading for reconstruction. The firepower was bombarded, and now many places are relatively "ruralized".

This is also one of the reasons why the development of the north is relatively slow.

But Manstein's surprise attack was too cunning. The drug dealers were still sleeping. When they ran downstairs with weapons, the tanks had been pushed to less than 500 meters away from the military camp and had a fierce conflict with the drug dealers stationed here!

It was directly blocked at the door!

The M1A1 main battle tank rushed forward against the firepower of the drug dealers.

This is like driving "Grand Theft Auto". Don't worry about whether you touch it or not, just hit it!

The 20-centimeter-thick wall will be broken into pieces by a collision.

Puff! Puff! Puff…

The 120mm smoothbore gun fired three rounds in a row, and with a series of loud bangs, the drug dealer who was hiding on the second floor of the camp and fighting back was blown away.

"Ah! Ah!!!" A drug dealer with dyed yellow hair looked at his legs in horror. The lower half was gone, and the blood vessels inside could be seen wriggling and howling miserably.

Bang!

There was a bloody hole in his forehead.

A white man shot him dead with one shot, with a blank expression on his face. He pulled the intercom and called in pure English, "John, kill that tank!"

Zizizizi~

"Understood!"

In another high-rise building on the side of the camp, two Americans were lying down. One of them was holding an M82A1 sniper rifle and using night vision goggles to aim at the machine gunner on the tank. Bang, the Northern Army soldier's head exploded!

The other man quickly assembled a rocket launcher, found a position, carried a Dragon anti-tank missile, and pointed it at the M1A1 main battle tank below, "Goodbye!"

Swoosh~~

The light of the tail fin was very bright at night.

"Rocket!!!"

Beng! ! ! !

The connecting corner on the front side was hit, but it was not completely destroyed, and it didn't blow up!

"Fuck! It's equipped with decayed uranium armor!!!" John, the American who was carrying the Dragon anti-tank missile, was stunned and shouted loudly on the intercom.

Maybe this thing is very complicated and hard to understand. To put it bluntly, its ability to resist tail-stabilized armor-piercing projectiles is equivalent to 600 mm thick homogeneous armor. Radioactive hazards.

During the Gulf War, the Americans relied on him to knock over the Soviet tanks of Shadamu. During the entire Gulf War, a total of 9 M1A1 main battle tanks were damaged and unusable. The others could only be repaired after installing this armor and returned to the battlefield!

And the people inside will not die, the protection is very strong.

These people also know decayed uranium armor, it seems they are not ordinary people.

The M1A1 main battle tank that was hit retreated like a wronged person, and the Northern Army infantry hiding behind saw someone on it, raised their weapons and fired, and the MCT turret on the TPz-1 armored vehicle at the back fired Milan anti-tank missiles towards the roof.

Anti-tank, it doesn’t say that it can’t be anti-sniper, right?

In modern warfare, snipers are generally dealt with by firepower coverage. The Northern Alliance is researching a small drone that can easily capture people in the sky, and then fly directly into snipers or some buildings to cause a lot of damage.

Bang! !

The wall of the roof was blown to pieces, and the white American John fell from the top without being able to stand still. He just screamed in panic and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The sniper was even more unlucky. The splashed stones penetrated his eyeballs, the nerves in his head were crowded, and Barrett was twisted.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! Kill them all!!" The commander of the fourth battalion, who was directing the battle, rushed towards the military camp with his men.

The gunfire in Morelia terrified ordinary people.

He hid in panic.

There are also some people who are very brave and stand on a distant rooftop with binoculars to watch the explosion in the distance.

"The fight is starting, the fight is starting." A boy in his early 18s said excitedly.

"Let me see." The younger brother next to him, who was much younger than him, said quickly, scratching his head and head anxiously, "Who? The Northern Army? Or is it a fight among drug dealers?"

"This firepower must be from the Northern Army!"

"Oh yeah!" His brother raised his hands and cheered, took off his clothes and put them on inside out. It read: Long live Victor!

"I'm going to get the Union flag."

Some people hate Victor, and naturally some people eat the slurry in the pot to welcome the king!

be able to see…

Flags symbolizing the Northern Army were hung on many windows in residential areas, and someone even wrote on the wall: Drug dealers are bitches!

At this time, the drug dealers in the city hall were also panicked. They called drug dealers in surrounding cities to request support, and called the front line to ask them to come back for help. If Morelia was gone, they would just go home. Difficulties, can only die on the road.

Including supply lines have to be cut off.

The frontline headquarters of the Mexican Northern Army at this time.

Kennedy also looked tired. He had just fallen asleep when someone called him up.

A few strands of white hair can be seen on the forehead.

The recent war has become more and more intense, making him a little unable to do what he wants.

The ability is still not enough...

"What's up?"

"General, we have contacted the Fourth Battalion that has withdrawn from Mexico City."

Kennedy was startled and quickly said, "Where?"

Tijuana sent messages many times to report any trace of the Fourth Battalion immediately and to ensure Casare's safety.

The staff officer looked constipated, "In Morelia, the fourth battalion is attacking Morelia!"

"???"

"According to our intelligence interception, Michoacán is in chaos. Many drug dealers and some anti-Northern Army armed forces from the three areas of Uruapan, Zamora, and Patzcuaro went to support Morelia, and followed They were facing each other, and the C Battalion of the 16th Regiment of the 3rd Marine Division stationed in Likoma State found that the drug traffickers had a tendency to retreat. "

"Casare is so talented?!" Kennedy blurted out, but after he said it, he knew that the words could not be said like that, and there was ambiguity. He glanced at the staff officer, who lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

"Send the air force to conduct reconnaissance and transmit photos to the headquarters." Kennedy would be better to be cautious.

Soldiers are a major event for the country!

If the stud failed, Emperor Wei would have no choice but to beg for food.

At 4:31 a.m. on March 15, 1991.

An hour and a half after the Fourth Battalion exchanged fire in Morelia, a sci-fi-like SR-71 reconnaissance plane passed through the clouds!

So fast!

This aircraft can only say one word, handsome, and the second word, fast!

It still holds the record for the fastest manned aircraft in the atmosphere.

The United States is said to have produced 35 aircraft, but the 36th one is in Mexico...

Using it to detect the rear of drug dealers is like using a see-through hook, but it is also expensive. In addition to the 120 million points required, it also needs supporting maintenance equipment. Yankees' things are notoriously pretentious.

"This is the Blackbird. I have flown over the target and started to perform the mission." The co-pilot shouted officially to the rear, turned on the aviation camera, and the high-definition picture was immediately displayed.

You can clearly see the tanks driving in the city as well as the gunfire and artillery fire.

Kennedy, who was sitting at the back, frowned and held a cigarette in his hand. He smoked two cigarettes to refresh himself. He squinted and looked at the picture carefully, as if he wanted to see Casare in it.

With a bang, he stood up and said, "Phone!"

The staff officer next to him quickly pulled the phone over. He dialed a number and said, "Help me pick up the general. This is the frontline command post."

Within a few minutes, Victor's voice appeared on the phone, "Kennedy, it seems you have brought me good news."

"General, we have found Casare and the others."

"But, attacking the capital of Michoacán."

Victor on the opposite side was agitated, and his sleepiness disappeared instantly, "Has Casare led his people to attack Morelia?!"

It was obvious that his tone was full of disbelief.

"Yes, and the drug dealers have begun to call for support, and the frontline troops have also withdrawn. They want to surround the fourth battalion."

Victor was silent for a moment.

"Then take Michoacán!"

"I will ask the staff department to give you tactical guidance. You must protect the fourth battalion and order the Jalisco army to attack in an all-out manner. Here let me weigh the capabilities of the drug traffickers under the guidance of the Americans."

"yes!"

Kennedy hung up the phone, his eyes sharpening immediately, "Get me the Jalisco front line."

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Victor also feels that Casare is really talented.

In Mexico City, he shouted "Kill the thieves" and killed the lackeys of capitalists and drug dealers. He killed so many people that he wrote in black paint at the gate of the National Palace: Light will live forever! Long live drug prohibition!

The Japanese called this case "The Unknown Incident in Mexico City."

The influence is still rising, because this is really the first large-scale massacre of opposition figures. People outside don't care whether they take drugs or not. You are playing politics and assassination. It's not in line with the rules. No, no, it should be said that you can't kill them.

Wasn't Ceausescu like this in 1989?

When he was arrested, many leaders around the world pleaded for him, but in the end, he didn't die. Of course, he was killed later, but it also caused a lot of public opinion.

What's more, Casare's extermination?

Some people asked Victor to hand him over to the court for trial. This call is getting louder and louder. Who knew that at this time, this guy would go and try to liberate Michoacan State.

Victor smiled, put on his clothes, walked out of the villa under the protection of the guards, and headed towards the Governor's Mansion.

There were two Mercedes-Benz cars in front, a modified Cadillac in the back, and he himself was sitting in a Rolls-Royce, all bulletproof.

They were all the stuff of the drug lords.

He sat in the car and looked at the bright lights and feasting in the distance, and he felt a little satisfied. On the tallest building, there were lights on to celebrate the Governor's 30th birthday.

You can see the cruise ship passing under the bridge, and you can see people singing and dancing on it. You can also see that the pedestrians on the road are not in a hurry, and you can also sit quietly on the street to chat and brag with three or five friends, or even have a drink.

This gave Victor a sense of pride.

At least, I didn't put my motherland into the abyss...

Just when he was watching in a trance, he heard a sudden roar. From the rearview mirror, he saw three sports cars rushing up from behind. Porsche and Ferrari were racing on this bridge?

These sports cars were annoyed by the slow speed of the convoy and honked their horns hard, looking impatient.

Suddenly, a red Ferrari went against the flow in another lane. The owner of the car on the opposite side was so scared that he turned the steering wheel and almost flipped over, and it did a death swing.

The Ferrari ran to the side of the Rolls-Royce, and the window was rolled down. A very fashionable girl was seen sitting in the passenger seat, and a man was sitting in the main driver's seat with diamond rings on his hands.

He spit out sweet words out of the window. Although I couldn't understand, it was obvious that he was greeting Victor's family with his middle finger raised.

Boom!

He accelerated with the accelerator, and then turned the steering wheel sharply towards the side of him, scaring the Mercedes-Benz in front of him and almost hitting the railing. If it weren't for the special agent driving inside, it would have flown away now.

Victor's face was a little gloomy.

He was the most arrogant.

Can't you be more low-key like him? !

"Let's check who's so arrogant."

The driver nodded and looked at Victor's expression in the rearview mirror, "Okay, General."

There are many drag racing gangs in Tijuana.

In the Ferrari, the girl in the passenger seat suddenly asked, "Jack, those teams look rich or noble, are you okay?"

"Am I poor? Hahaha!" The man driving the car honked hard, "I tell you, in Tijuana, I'm the prince!"

"My father is the director of the Tijuana Drug Enforcement Bureau!"

"Isn't it just a broken Rolls-Royce? What's there to be afraid of!!"

The girl was relieved when she heard her boyfriend's words. She glanced at them and suddenly found that those cars seemed different from ordinary cars.

There seems to be a Mexican flag hanging on the front of the car?

What a weirdo, whose car is hanging the national flag.

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