Working as a police officer in Mexico

The first to attack Monterrey was the 355th Regiment of the Fourth Division.

Regimental Commander: Colonel Sigismund William Lister!

He sat in a jeep, clenching a cigar, and held binoculars in his hand, "Order the tanks to assault, infantry to coordinate, artillery to resume bombardment on target area, to create an opportunity for the soldiers to advance."

"Understood!" The deputy commander beside him promptly responded.

Picking up the communication device, he relayed the command to the artillery behind them.

"Company A, 200 meters ahead, maintain distance, rolling barrage, elevation increase five, to the right seventeen, fire!!"

Whizz Whizz Whizz~!!

The artillerymen covered their ears, a rookie, wearing earmuffs, squatted down, eyes wide, watching the shells draw parabolas towards the distance.

"Continue!"

The squad leader beside him patted his head, and the rookie hurriedly stood up, ran to transport the shells, and loaded them.

"Second round! Prepare!"

"Fire!!"

Bang Bang Bang!!

The high-explosive shells also came with a howling sound, shrouding the area outside Monterey in smoke, the drug traffickers didn't dare to poke their heads out, plus it was night, they couldn't see clearly at all.

And the advancing Company A commander was ruthless.

He ordered the six equipped TPz-1 tanks to turn off their lights, get moving!

"Headquarters, my unit is now 100 meters away..."

The deputy commander looked at Colonel Sigismund William Lister, who still wore an indifferent expression, "Keep bombing."

"Artillery cover, Company A, continue!"

"Understood." The commander glanced left and right, then waved his hand, "Forward, don't fall behind."

The soldiers hiding behind the tanks lowered their heads.

As long as their luck wasn't too bad, bullets flying in the dark would only hit the tanks in front.

But there were unlucky ones.

A private was hit in the arm, and in pain, he lay on the ground howling, even crying out, "Save me! Save me!"

The medic beside him was an old soldier, knowing that such cries could definitely shake the morale, after all, more than a third of Company A were rookies, mostly relying on their courage.

Seeing the private wailing, the medic covered his mouth and with one hand, dragged him back by the drag buckle.

After pulling him out of the line, seeing him still howling, he slapped him, "Such a minor wound, call for your mom! Shut up!"

Although scolding him, his hands swiftly applied a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

"I'm not going to die, am I..."

"You won't die, but if you keep yelling, the disciplinary squad behind will execute you. All you need to do is shut your mouth. Congratulations, you've been wounded before even charging in, you're allowed off the battlefield."

These words made the private immediately bow his head in shame.

"80 meters!"

"70 meters!!"

"60 meters! Colonel, the shells are going to hit our own men." The aide's voice was breaking, the hand holding the communications device itched, soaked with sweat as he stared straight at him.

Colonel Sigismund William Lister took a deep breath, "Charge!!"

"Charge!!" The aide shouted into the communicator.

Company A commander Fritz Klingenberger pointed his hand, "Turn on the tank lights, everyone charge!"

Click-clack~

The tanks' lights suddenly turned on, illuminating ahead, catching two drug traffickers on a pile of rubble almost blind, it was so sudden, they crouched, unintentionally letting tears pour down.

Cries roared from outside the city.

50 meters...

Ten seconds probably would be enough to run there.

For the tanks, a full throttle, roar roar roar, the exhaust pipes emitted black smoke, choking several soldiers cursing loudly.

The TPz-1 tanks also cleverly fired smoke towards the front.

The tactical literacy was still there.

First, create a smoke screen.

Provide fire support for the infantry.

A tank rammed through haphazardly, its gun sweeping fire haphazardly, keeping the drug traffickers' heads down.

Three or four drug traffickers were hiding behind the remnants of a wall, shooting downhill, but their bullets couldn't effectively damage the TPz-1 tanks.

"Shoot the infantry behind! Let the tanks pass, prepare rocket launchers!" The drug trafficker's leader also gave the correct order, but that TPz-1 caught fire, charged at the remnants of the wall.

To everyone's shock, it toppled the still sturdy load-bearing wall, and the standing drug traffickers lost their balance, tumbling down; at two or three meters, an unlucky fall could mean death.

The front of the tank was dented by the stones.

Roar Roar Roar!

A rev of the engine, reversing back, and hey, it was lively again.

The gunman, afraid the buried drug traffickers hadn't died, swept the stone pile with several bursts, continuing only when there were no more cries inside.

A single regiment couldn't possibly defend such a large Monterrey, Jose Andres Guardado implemented an "outer perimeter policy," using buildings and high points to attack the Northern Army, preventing them from advancing further, as narrowing the depth would mean being overrun in a single wave.

And to prevent tanks and armored vehicles from rampaging unchecked, concrete pillboxes were poured along the main roads, capable of withstanding heavy machine guns.

About 60 all over the city!

It was utterly terrifying, hair-raising.

"There, there, sweep fire!"

In the main square of Monterrey Cathedral, three pillboxes were laid out in a character "品" across the space, all the buildings blocking the view in front were gone, spanning hundreds of meters with an unobstructed view!

Several bodies and casualties lay across the front.

Some were still screaming, rolling, but soon became motionless.

In the pillboxes, the drug traffickers manned NSV machine guns, with such a caliber, a single shot could take down even a TPz-1 tank equipped with armor-piercing rounds!