Working as a police officer in Mexico

Temporary station.

Rommel was discussing with several regiment leaders about the military plans to fully control Tamaulipas.

"We must control the Capital, according to the intelligence there are about 500 remaining local patrol troops in Victoria City, which are not a threat, and the northern stronghold of Matamoros which faces Brownsville City of the United States, try to avoid any conflict with the U.S. Military..."

"Division Commander! Urgent message from the Guard Battalion!"

A staff officer rushed in through the door and hurriedly handed the message to Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock, who after a glance, frowned and passed it to Rommel.

There was just one sentence.

"Our forces exchanged fire with the U.S. Military at the 91 border line, enemy forces entered within 50 meters of our territory!"

Rommel had a solemn expression and looked at the battalion-level officers present, finally setting his gaze on Colonel Herman Hotte, the most capable of fighting, "Order the Guard Battalion to gather, head to border 91, the rest of the forces 336, 337 to follow shortly, other troops stand by at current positions!"

"Division Commander, what is my task?"

Rommel glared, "Do you still need me to teach you this? Fight back, there has always been only us making others suffer, do you think our General is very reasonable..."

"Cough, cough!" Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock, hearing the Division Commander getting a bit over the line, hurriedly covered his mouth and coughed.

Rommel, startled, changed tone, "Don't be afraid, the General will cover us!"

Victor: Thank you, it's truly my honor to have you all!

Herman Hotte's eyes sparkled upon hearing this, he loved fighting Yanks the most.

Eat, sleep, fight those rednecks!

"Yes!"

...

At this time in Camp 91.

The Guard Battalion charged into American territory, going on a killing spree!

A TPz-1 armored vehicle launched a smoke grenade, and by the time the National Guard came to their senses, the Guard Battalion had already charged in.

Each one of them firing like bandits, pressing down the barrel and spraying gunfire with machine guns.

"This is Squad C! This is Squad C!!" A Lieutenant holding a communicator, hiding behind a Humvee, shouted in terror.

The bullets rattling on the vehicle's body and sparks flying made him extremely frightened.

National Guard...

When have they ever seen such a scene?!

How can they compare to these who fought from north to south?

War is the best "sparring partner", survive one battle and you're an old soldier, survive five and you're a veteran, survive ten and you're a sly old dog.

During the Korean War, the U.S. Military underestimated the Volunteer Army, thinking the troops who had been through the Northern Expedition, the Anti-Japanese War, and the Civil War were just rookies pecking at each other.

However, the reality on the battlefield showed them that if it wasn't for the gap in weaponry, MacArthur might have been buried with his pipe already.

"Requesting support! Requesting support!!!" The Lieutenant hadn't finished speaking when a hand grenade came rolling over, landing right by his foot, his eyes widened instantly.

Boom!

A crow took flight!

The explosive power dented the Humvee, as for the tires… they were bulletproof.

Four members of the Guard hid behind the vehicle shooting, not daring to stick their heads out, just blindly shooting.

A rocket launcher tore them apart!

In a few minutes, this squad was almost entirely wiped out.

"Quick! Order everyone to retreat back to the border line, and also, bring some of the U.S. Military bodies back." The captain grabbed the deputy captain nearby.

The latter was startled but quickly understood!

Dragging a body of a U.S. soldier with blown-off legs, running back while shouting, "Everyone drag a body back with them!"

U.S. reinforcements were swift, especially from Texas, a land of fierce local customs, and of course, it belonged to Mexico more than 170 years ago, but it's impossible for them to harbor any sense of returning to Mexico now.

Their stir was solely for their autonomy.

Texas alone has 23,200 armed forces, second only to California. After receiving the request for assistance, the 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment, 3rd Squadron nearby directly headed to the incident site.

But by the time they arrived.

Corpses were strewn everywhere!

There were U.S. military in uniform, undocumented immigrants, and drug traffickers in civilian clothes.

On the other side, the commander of the Guard, full of righteous indignation, scolded, "Yanks! Are you trying to start a war!"

"Don't go too far! Killing our civilians, charging into our territory, do you think we dare not fight back!"

"Today, you owe us an explanation!!"

"Otherwise..."

The deputy commander behind him pulled the bolt of his gun, the high-caliber machine gun aimed straight at them, pursing his lips with a sense of grievance from territorial infringement.

The rushing 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment, 3rd Squadron.

Ah? (Dog head!)

The border conflict quickly spread to Tijuana and the White House.

"Boss, should we issue a statement?" Casare with red eyes, who hadn't slept well for several nights, was busy handling the logistics, a burden only those who have been responsible would understand.

Endless material requests, not even time to drink a sip of water.

Victor, wearing pajamas and yawning, with "The Motherland on my chest!" embroidered in gold thread on the left side.

Oh, it's made of gold thread.

This set of pajamas is not cheap, over 6000 US Dollars.

Of course, it's not that Victor is extravagant, but for the people, this is called "the people's pajamas", just like North Korea's Maybach.

That's the people's Maybach.

It's just temporarily used by the General right now, there are a total of 24 luxury cars in the General Mansion, do you think the General likes it?

No, everything for North Korea!

"What declaration do we need, get me The Pentagon, I want to sternly ask them why this conflict occurred, are they planning to tear up the agreement, ready to start a war again?"