Chapter 463 Robert: Why Didn’t You Tell Me!!!

Robert Gates looked at it with trembling hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was rapid.

The ginseng next to him was afraid of him... he was so angry!

Bang!

With a loud noise, Mr. Defense Minister slammed the battle report on the table, like a lion with its hair exploded, "Asshole! Why didn't you inform me of the air raid?"

Air Force Commander General Gottfried Westbrook, who was sitting opposite, glanced at the Army Commander General Bernhard Hawkins next to him, who had a gloomy look on his face.

? ? ? ?

"Come here!" He shouted outside, and two guards rushed in. Robert pointed at each other, "Remove his military rank, lock him up, and send him to a military court after the war is over!"

! ! !

General Bernhard Hawkins raised his eyebrows. This air force commander was one of his allies who had sidelined Robert. How could he be removed like this?

He stood up immediately, "I..."

Peng!

An ashtray hit him in front of him, startling him. Bernhard Hawkins' eyes widened...

"Shut up! Bernhard, I am the defense minister, you loser, stand aside!"

Robert's roar was the only sound in the entire office, and everyone fell silent instantly.

The junior staff officer's legs were shaking with fear.

Admiral Bernhard Hawkins' face was ashen as he was being called a waste...

Who can bear it?

He is also the commander of the army after all!

"What? You don't accept calling you a waste?"

Robert didn't know which tendon was wrong today. He came around from behind the desk and rushed in front of Bernhard. He was not as tall as the other person, but his head just reached the other person's chin.

He raised his head and cursed, "Do you want to rebel? Or do you want to defect to Mexico?"

"No...no." Admiral Bernhard Hawkins retorted subconsciously when he heard these words.

How is that possible!

I am born as an American soul...and die as an American bastard...

"Then your commander never taught you to obey orders?!!"

Robert sprayed his saliva vigorously and washed the other person's face for free.

The other senior executives next to him all remained silent, but there was a bit of worry on their faces.

Admiral Bernhard Hawkins was famously fiery, and he was afraid that he would be provoked to punch the opponent.

But fortunately, the army commander was not overwhelmed by anger.

"Yes, sir!" he shouted as if to vent his anger.

"Get out!"

"yes!"

The veins on Admiral Bernhard Hawkins' face popped out. He roared, then turned around, opened the door and walked out.

But when he closed the door, it was so hard that the big white on it was shaken down. It was obvious that he was expressing his dissatisfaction.

But there is no way, the official level will crush people to death.

Robert Gates looked at the ashen-faced Air Force Commander with sinister eyes and waved his hand, "Pull it down!"

Two guards removed his rank and dragged him away.

"You go out, Brown, you stay."

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff nodded, sat on the chair, and waited for everyone to leave.

Robert picked up the mineral water on the table and drank it. He was a bit special, he liked to drink bottled water.

"Someone must be responsible for this matter. I want to report to Mr. President to initiate the accountability process and let Air Force Commander Gottfried Westbrook be punished!"

Brown Weiss nodded, "I agree, but I still have to say, Robert, suppress this kind of thing if you can. After all, this is a time of war, and excessive punishment of generals can easily cause internal disunity."

When these words came out, Robert Gates became even more angry, "During the war, I should have killed him!"

"His recommendation letter for West Point Military Academy was written by Douglas MacArthur. His uncle was President Nixon's military adviser, and his grandfather was a good friend of Roosevelt..." Brown Weiss said softly about this complicated relationship. .

Robert, who was originally angry, was momentarily speechless when he heard this series of names.

This is a typical kid from an aristocratic family in the US military.

"I hate guanxi households!" he said through gritted teeth.

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff raised his head and glanced at him without saying a word.

No, you just hate yourself for not being a related party.

If you go out to hang out and don't care about your background, where can you sit?

Many people say that in the United States, human towers, heck, slaves can be presidents.

Don't think about it...

Power spreads only through blood and sex!

"Find an excuse to suppress this matter as much as possible, Robert. If public opinion arises, it will be the worst for you." Brown Weiss patted him on the shoulder and left directly.

"Fake!!!"

Robert kicked over the chair in front of him to express his dissatisfaction.

The further you get to Lingshan Mountain, the more profound the background of monsters becomes, and those who die are the ones with no one on them.

Robert?

hehe…

Many people privately call him "the son of a bamboo craftsman."

When Brown Weiss walked out, he heard the sound of smashing from inside and shook his head.

When he raised his head, he saw Army Commander General Bernhard Hawkins still standing at the door, smoking.

The two people looked at each other and said nothing, but they seemed to have said everything.

Bernhard threw the cigarette butt on the ground, showing no quality at all...

He went downstairs without looking back and met the same military people on the next floor. They were waiting for him like a big brother.

"Isn't Robert going to the front line?"

"Let him die there!"

Several people looked at each other, gurgling and swallowing, "How do you do?"

Bernhard's eyes are ruthless, "Like Bartan!"

Here is the "mighty" who died in a car accident.

Listening to his meaning, this Barton is a bit strange to die?

"Haven't reached this step ..." Some officers lowered their voice.

"nonsense!"

"Do we have to wait for the Robert's hybrid buttons to get on our heads before we counterattack? He can arrest Goth Freid today. The next one is me, and then you."

Bernhard's gaze swept them through them, "the struggle of politics and power, don't think too much."

"As long as he dies, I can operate, the next defense must be me!"

In his eyes, reflected ... ambition!

The Robert Gates in the house wanted to let his backing help himself, and called on the phone.

But his secretary answered his secretary.

"Mr. Bredi, why are you so noisy?"

Ligan's portable secretary looked at the boss who was shaking hands with the generals, and said to the phone, "We are condolences to the front line of San Diego."

"What!!!!"

Robert screamed, and his head was light and light, why not tell yourself!

"Come back, be too dangerous in front." He could only be dissatisfied as if he was coaxing a child.

"Don't worry ..."

Secretary Bredi laughed, "Mr. Ligan is very safe now, and this is very rear, no problem."

Robert opened his mouth halfway, and he didn't know what to say.

God bless!

Nympho

San Diego, near the side of the Takat.

A black community school has now been beaten and made into a venue for material transfer.

As for the headquarters?

Who knows where is the teacher of the two divisions of 336.337?

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry up!" Move. "

Alvin York, deputy division of the 7th division of the reserve, jumped off the car and signaled the soldiers in the car.

"I'm going to find someone to dock, you are here." He said to the accompanying agent that he frowned and rushed into a unit building in a hurry.

I just saw a small school across the opposite school.

"Lieutenant Colonel, I was looking for you. The single soldier that was transported in the back was 400 rounds, the bullets were 600,000 rounds, and there were cotton towels, alcohol and corpse bags. You sign it."

Alvin York said busy.

The other party was under dark circles, "I'm busy now, Andrew, you go to receive the materials, and this ..."

He knocked on his head and looked at the rank of the opponent's lieutenant colonel, and forgot his name.

"Alvin York, the deputy division of the 7th division of the reserve."

"Oh oh, the head of the York, very troublesome you, the soldiers and wounded soldiers who were killed also sent back."

"No problem, this is what I should do."

"Thank you!" Lieutenant Miles thanked, and hurriedly went to busy.

Andrew, who was called, was a captain, and came to salute to him. "Chief, I will be responsible for me, please come with me first."

Alvin York nodded, and the two could rush to a playground behind the "Black School".

Go in ...

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

I smelled the various tastes permeated in the air.

The smoke, the smell of the corpse, and the smell of the barbecue, brushed it into the nose and drilled into the nose.

Alvin York was also an veteran. He originally belonged to the front -line troops. Later, he was transferred to the reserve to serve as the deputy teacher. He was expressionless, but when he saw the corpse of the place, his pupils shrank.

"Injury ... Is it so serious?"

There are almost three or four hundred corpses on the entire playground, and more than a dozen logistics departments are helping to verify the corpse and record names.

Alvin York walked next to a corpse. He was already beyond recognition. He was burnt and his left arm was broken. He squatted down and looked at the dog card on his body.

"Zacley Mcing, Submare, 336th Division A Group C, C Open A Deputy Square Captain, Blood Blood, born in 1972."

"It's only 20 years old."

Alvin York couldn't help but sigh, "Is the battle so anxious?"

Andrew shouted, "The Military Department ordered the lane battle, and the American guy retracted, and we poured forward, almost big, especially the San Diego's subway station. "" ""

"Did you take it?"

Andrew shook his head, "No."

Alvin York's head.

As soon as I was about to speak, I heard a whistling sound from the air ...

"Lie down," "

He pressed Andrew's head on the ground.

Several artillery shells exploded on the playground.

The huge shock wave raised all the corpses ...

Some, even the bones of the bones are gone!

Four or five logistics personnel fell into the weak and mourning.

"Save people! Save people!"

Alvin York shouted loudly towards the soldiers who ran over, and blushed, "Fuck your M American guy!"

Buzzing ~

The sound of propeller came from the air.

He raised his head sharply, and saw two UH-60 general helicopters from far away ...

Suddenly!

The machine gun hanging below was shot in the playground.

Another plane went around to the side, and two AGM-114 "Hellfire" air-to-ground missiles with tail fins were launched at the crowd.

"Get out of the way!!"

Deputy Division Commander Alvin York yelled, his eyes were about to burst, and he grabbed two unknown people and rushed to the side together.

Boom!

The AGM-114 Hellfire directly blew down a three-story building...

Swish!

A surface-to-air missile rushed towards the UH-60 general-purpose helicopter.

The Mexican army used the "Stinger", an elite weapon at medium and low altitudes, and locked directly.

The pilot could not evade in time, and could only watch the tail fin being hit, and then the whole helicopter coiled down and fell outside the school.

Another plane wanted to come down to rescue, but obviously the conditions did not allow it, so it had to retreat first.

The air was full of thick dust.

Alvin York fell not far away, his hand... trembled, he slowly raised his head, and he didn't catch his breath.

"Deputy commander, deputy commander..." the guard shouted anxiously. After seeing him from a distance, he ran over, "Where are you injured?"

"Broken ribs..."

Alvin York was a veteran and could feel his injuries. He frowned in pain and looked around. Andrew... was lying not far away, but his neck had been cut in half and he was dead.

The person who was talking just now died in front of him.

Feeling powerless!

It is also the cruelty of war!

In street fighting, you don't know when someone will get behind you.

The greatest sorrow of a person is that he can't decide when to live or when to die.

"Quick, gather the wounded and request support from the rear!"

"Yes!"

At an altitude of more than 600 meters above San Diego City, four Mexican Pchela-T unmanned reconnaissance aircraft were transmitting data back to the rear command in real time in the air.

In the first half of 1991, Victor used 150,000 US dollars to dig up Soviet drone technology experts and the results of Pchela-T.

That was really a bargain!

After arriving in Mexico, he established a drone research and development center and invested tens of millions of dollars to vigorously develop drones.

Among them, the Pchela-T reconnaissance aircraft is also one of the models.

Faith is the ability to fight...

But now the times have changed, Victor is not confused, and of course he knows the necessity of modern warfare.

Unmanned reconnaissance aircraft will provide first-hand information to the front-line troops.

"General!"

Suddenly, a lieutenant raised his hand, and the commander of the informationized combat force behind him: Helmut Moltke heard the voice and ran over, his two small mustaches were a bit sexy.

"What's wrong?"

"Here." The lieutenant pointed to the screen, "The defense is very strict, and the images sent also show that there are many anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles deployed below."

"Maybe, this is the headquarters of the US military in San Diego."

"And, most importantly, look here..."

"This looks like a balloon?" The lieutenant pointed to an unidentified object and said, "It looks like a ceremony?"

? ? ? ?

San Diego is a battlefield!

Ceremony? What ceremony?

The Americans are not welcoming anyone to the front line for inspection, are they?

There is no such operation, right?

But think about it, they have killed the supreme commander of their First Army Group on the front line.

Leslie McNair was young and promising at the time. He was promoted to brigadier general at the age of 35, and he was definitely a future military leader.

But when he inspected Normandy, in order to welcome him, the US Air Force launched a crazy bombing of Normandy. 1,500 heavy bombers, 380 medium bombers and 550 fighter-bombers came out in full force, and warmly presented 4,000 tons of explosives and incendiary bombs to Leslie McColl's arrival.

Then...

He was killed by his own people in the foxhole.

Helmut Moltke frowned, "Who cares if he is or not, bomb him, follow the procedures, and I will sign."

The main thing is to bomb first.

Anyway, there are enough weapons and shells now.

If you are really lucky and kill a big shot, that would be a military medal!

As his order was issued, it was deployed at a military airport 7 kilometers east of Tijuana.

With the help of ground crew, 7 Pchela-T2 bomber drones flew towards the target from several directions carrying cluster bombs.

In the informationized combat troops, they didn't know at this time...

They were about to do something big that would shock the world!

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