Working as a police officer in Mexico

Bal Yata village!

The Deputy Company Commander glared viciously at the kneeling villagers before him.

With a swift kick to the Village Head's face, the thick sole of the boot was particularly painful upon impact.

One kick caved the man's face in, eliciting a cry of agony, but it wasn't over yet. The Deputy Company Commander grabbed his neck and pulled out a dagger, its sharp blade slowly touching the terrified man's eyeball, bit by bit.

"I'll talk, I'll talk…" he stammered, "In the well, all the bodies are down there!"

The Deputy Company Commander glanced at his soldiers, and a Sergeant waved his hand, leading his men to look for the well.

A soldier was lowered down with ropes and immediately spotted the pile of bodies below—there was no water.

The stench began to rise, and swarms of insects started to bite. The soldier almost vomited but lifted his head and called out, "Found them!"

Splurch…

The Deputy Company Commander forcefully stabbed with the dagger, bursting the Village Head's eyeball on the spot!

The blade hadn't penetrated the skull.

"Ah!!!"

The Village Head pushed him away, rolling on the ground in convulsions, twitching like an earthworm and causing the other kneeling villagers to shiver in fear.

By the time all the bodies were dragged up, the Village Head was dead, a dagger sticking out of his head.

The Deputy Company Commander looked over the corpses, his expression becoming calm.

"Ma Yede's head," the Sergeant said, presenting the Lieutenant's head, which still bore an expression of surprise and … pre-death remorse.

In fact, the Deputy Company Commander also resented him—a worthless leader was a curse upon the entire army!

The Lieutenant had joined the military after graduating from Monterrey University, but this institution really set a high bar. Because of his clean background and impressive academic credentials, he was fast-tracked to become a Lieutenant and platoon commander of the Northern Army's 16th Regiment, with very limited combat experience.

This is a common occurrence in the armies of many countries: your platoon leader might not have better military skills than you, but they certainly performed better academically.

It's also a necessary progression in modern warfare; after all, you can't have illiterates operating sophisticated weaponry, can you?

RPGs and rifles are straightforward.

But if you're operating artillery and can't even mark the targets accurately…

Can you trust food provided in enemy-occupied territories?

Veterans who have been fighting from the North would bring their rations.

The disadvantage of student soldiers is that they think too highly of society!

After all, there are too few soldiers with real experience.

For instance, during World War II, the Italian Army once decided to store hundreds of tons of explosives in St. Nazaro Church, located in the center of a city, thinking the Allies would not bomb a church. The Italians were clever, and the Allies indeed did not bomb the church, but unfortunately, a bolt of lightning struck the church's steeple… In the end, a massive explosion obliterated one-fifth of the city in an instant!

After so many battles and still no experience, it seemed only Italy could achieve such a feat. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

But the Lieutenant's incompetence didn't mean others were entitled to persecute the Northern Army!

The Deputy Company Commander took a deep breath, his teeth clenched, "Spare no one, regardless of gender or age, slaughter them all, and hang their heads at the entrance of the village."

"Whoever dares to persecute the Northern Army will meet this fate!"

The Sergeant hesitated, "But… how do we write this in the report?"

The Deputy Company Commander pondered for a moment, "I will suggest to Deputy Company Commander Ludwig Becker that we report the incident as an ambush by drug traffickers!"

Poisoned to death… really is—

Outrageous! It's as absurd as blowing up one's own Air Marshal during World War II.

"Do it cleanly, even if it's a donkey, it must be humanely destroyed!"

The Northern Army, already angry over the loss of comrades, now unleashed their fury like wild beasts.

The machine gunners on the armored vehicles pulled their bolts, and the drug trafficker villagers kneeling below sensed something amiss.

"They're going to kill us, run!" someone screamed, scrambling to their feet in panic and bolting away.

The Gunman squeezed the trigger, cutting them all down in a sweep!

Grianna stood behind, her mouth half open, when bang—a bullet struck her in the abdomen. She fell like wheat, straining to open her eyes, despairingly feeling her life force ebbing, her own breathing growing unbearably heavy.

"This world is too cruel; I'm not coming back in the next life."

Grianna closed her eyes, her breathing ceased.

If there were to blame, it was that the world itself was too damn messed up!

In war, everyone is like duckweed, easily toppled by the slightest wind.

History rolls on like the wheel of a cart…

Crushing anyone beneath it!

Whether you're a good person or a bad person, all are souls under the treads.

Meanwhile, Deputy Company Commander Ludwig Becker of the 16th Regiment's Company B, leading four platoons of more than 200 men, was charging towards Guadalajara Relief House.

They engaged the drug traffickers in a fiery exchange just a kilometer away!

The cross atop the Relief House was clearly visible.

There was heavy artillery too!

There must be a big fish inside.

Ludwig Becker thought he saw the glint of a medal and, with an M16 in hand, charged fiercely with his platoon!

Typically in the army, units marked with 'A' or '1' are considered elite.

"Company Commander, be careful!" A Private First Class suddenly tackled Ludwig Becker, shielding him as a shell exploded nearby. The shockwave nearly knocked him unconscious. Shaking his head, he patted his savior's face, "Wen Te, Wen Te!"

"Fuck NMD!"

"Rocket launcher!!"

Ludwig Becker was furious, shouting to a soldier bearing an SMAW rocket launcher.@@novelbin@@

The soldier crouched low as he ran over, handing over the weapon.

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Crouching with the SMAW rocket launcher, Becker aimed at an enemy emplacement atop the Relief House.