Working as a police officer in Mexico

General Norman Schwarzkopf was originally discussing the next battle plan with his staff.

Upon hearing about the brawl in the canteen, he felt a sense of dread and hurried over with his people.

If this wasn't handled well, it could greatly undermine his authority as the leader, but if the response was too harsh, the already unruly subordinates would likely become even more indolent.

Norman Schwarzkopf himself was already flustered; back home he weighed around 200 pounds, but now it was up to 230!

"Who the F*** arranged for Spaniards and Mexicans to eat in the same canteen?" he fumed at his aide.

Everyone looked around, confused. Wasn't this all under your control?

With a sullen face, Norman Schwarzkopf headed towards the canteen. Just as he was about to bellow in anger upon seeing the chaos inside, whoosh—

A plate flew out of nowhere, smashing directly onto his head.

"F***ing hell!"

General Norman Schwarzkopf clutched his head and cursed loudly, his anger rising, "Bring in the troops, suppress them!"

A squad of U.S. Military soldiers armed with weapons arrived at the canteen entrance.

Rubbing the lump on his forehead, he grew angrier the more he looked inside. He drew his gun and fired three shots into the air. Finally, the people inside started to slowly hold back.

John Baslone's stool still had hair stuck to it.

Clearly...

He was aiming for the head, and seeing the Spaniard across from him with a face like a battered pig, he bared his teeth—only to see his front tooth broken off, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the side.

With disdain, he flipped off a Spanish captain and continued cursing under his breath.

The other party saw his lips move, and their faces turned green.

Both sides were speaking Spanish, some of the insults were so foul that even their own men found them distasteful!

"Company Commander, Company Commander..." While the two sides glared at each other, not cooling off, the Spanish commander lay unconscious on the ground.

His face was covered in blood!

His nose was caved in too...

It looked quite miserable.

General Norman Schwarzkopf gritted his teeth, "Take the injured to the medics, everyone else..."

His aide tugged on his coat, he took a deep breath, "Go back to your own camps!"

He couldn't just have them shot, could he? Fuming, he returned to discuss how to impose the punishments!

"However, the Mexicans' combat capability is truly strong, most of those lying on the ground are Spaniards," a Major said with a smile.

General Norman Schwarzkopf gave him a sidelong glance.

Was this really the time for such comments?

Saying the Spaniards can't fight right in front of them, isn't that like saying to a man's face that his wife has been unfaithful?

The truth may sting, but that's because it often hurts.

"Energetic young soldiers are better suited for shock troops."

This statement was noted by General Norman Schwarzkopf, who frowned and remained silent, but it was obvious that he was considering other ideas.

Inside the canteen.

Rommel bent over to pick up a glove from the floor, tapped it on the table to shake off the dust, and pocketed it, "Let's go."

The group of Spaniards watched him bitterly, but those who were beaten could only glare.

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Gossip was rampant within the ranks.

Without proper military training vehicles around, and already under significant mental strain, when they heard there was a fight, they showed up full of excitement like eager spectators.

Rommel and his men became "famous" almost instantly.

The Allied operational command swiftly issued penalties to Spain and Mexico.

They reported the incident to their respective government agencies, demanding reforms and notifying them that if such an incident were to occur again, harsh punishments would follow!

The Mexican Army was deployed to the Taffra Outpost on the front line to work with the U.S. Military's 4th Marine Division against Iraq's elite 3rd "Saladin" Armored Division, while the Spaniards, well...

They were rolled off to be logistic support, digging trenches and performing menial labor.

It seems...

Being too good at fighting might not always be an advantage.

When the news reached Victor's ears, he was commanding from the provisional town government office!

He simply asked calmly, "Did we win?"

Pleased with the affirmative response, he nodded satisfactorily and placed the flag onto the sand table.

Winning was all that mattered.

If they lost, he would have to ask Rommel what kind of soldiers he was leading!

This was a matter of prestige.

With millions of Allied soldiers watching, if they lost, where would Victor place his old face?

"Sir, General Kennedy and his men have arrived," Jason Bourne said as he pushed open the door, followed by a group of people with Kennedy Heisenberg in the lead.

With a look of urgency on his face, Heisenberg wiped the sweat from his brow when he saw Victor and felt compelled to express his concern, "Sir, why would you come to such a frontline location? It's too dangerous!"

Heisenberg had intended to set up the headquarters in Sonora State, but when he received a call saying the Governor was at the front in Tepic, only less than 13 kilometers from Jalisco State—he noted that if the wind was strong enough, it could blow even a fart straight into the enemy's mouth.

Any modern artillery could reach this distance.@@novelbin@@

Frightened, Kennedy rushed over with the Guard Corps and his staff overnight.

"Dangerous? My soldiers are here, what danger is there?" Victor said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over those following Kennedy and spotting a familiar face, "Horatio Herbert Kitchener, right?"

Standing half a step behind Kennedy, Kitchener's expression was solemn, "Unless the drug traffickers step over my dead body."

Victor laughed heartily, patted him on the shoulder, "I'm just stationed here to show my officers that I stand with you. If we fail this war, we will all sacrifice for our country together. If we win, we will all cheer together."