Working as a police officer in Mexico
Chapter 948 - 495: Dirty, Playing Military Tactics Too Dirty!_2

In order to quickly unearth military talents and effectively boost morale, the Mexican army implements a "promotion system." This means, if you are a rookie, but after several months of training, you believe your tactics and individual combat skills are sufficient, you can apply for a promotion in rank. Each person has only one chance per year, and it's held collectively.

Internal competition, chasing each other.

As a result, these rank competitions are often fiercely competitive.

Rank is tied to benefits and welfare. Imagine, if you don't pass, it takes a year to go from rookie to Private First Class, another year to Corporal, three years to Sergeant. Just the duration alone makes many lose their motivation.

Amidst such competition, a large number of extremely talented individuals with strong military skills have emerged.

Fritz Klingenberg, for instance, set a record in the entire Mexican army with a hand grenade throw of 98 meters. He was awarded a first-class merit and promoted to Corporal, but the Navy Military Department is already applying for him to be an officer. As long as he trains at the academy for a year, he can become a Lieutenant.

He currently serves as a squad leader. Hearing the bickering of the crowd, he smirks but still rebukes, "No talking on the march, if the military discipline officer catches you, you'll be put in detention."

The crowd shudders upon hearing this and quickly shuts their mouths.

"Don't be afraid. We're about 6,000 strong this time, and our weapons are more advanced than those of the drug traffickers. We have the advantage. If you achieve great merit, the whole country will hear about it, and I bet your family ancestors would be so proud they'd laugh out loud. A soldier should rejoice at the sound of battle!"

Hmm...

Almost sounds like a political speech.

The grand vision is well drawn too, and several in the squad have bright eyes, already fantasizing about the scenario of "boasting military achievements."

What man hasn't fantasized about standing out in public?

"Military command orders: the 211th Regiment and 222nd Regiment of the 1st Division to advance north to Mérida. All units rapidly rest and reorganize!"

"223rd and 224th Regiments continue advancing towards Cancun!"

At this moment, orders came through the company commander's walkie-talkie from a distance. In wartime, there's no time for meetings; orders basically go straight to the grassroots.

Fritz Klingenberg was stunned...

"What? We're going to Mérida? Not going to Cancun?" baby-faced Leann exclaimed in shock.

"Quickly, grab some biscuits from your backpack to fill your stomach. We don't have time to stop and cook." Fritz narrowed his eyes, his tone serious; he's a smart man and already understands what the Military Department means.

Sure enough, shortly after, orders came from his 211th Regiment for everyone to head north without resting, eating compressed biscuits on the move.

"Damn... it's 400 kilometers from Chikila to Mérida, run there?" a soldier familiar with geography whispered.

Even running till your legs break won't get you there.

By the time we arrive, the opportunity would be long missed.

However, this matter was certainly considered by Carl Dönitz. He ordered all trucks at the port to be "requisitioned" to transport two companies of the 211th Regiment ahead and capture the mid-route Tismin City, where there's a transit station. Surely, there would be freight trucks to seize.

When he reported this information to the Defense Minister, the latter didn't scold him but instead turned to inquire with the Staff Department. The Staff Department indicated they would provide all necessary support and had already ordered the 5th Army in Campeche State to move south, intending for a pincer movement to take Mérida!

Carl Dönitz looked at Gang Se Lute Yan Si and said, "People matter, but we must ensure marching safety. Although the drug traffickers are in disarray, the more so, the more vigilant we must be."

"I understand, I guarantee Mérida will be taken!"

Carl Dönitz patted his shoulder, "For Mexico."

"For the General!"

You can only say, what kind of leader, what kind of soldiers.

Victor is a madman.

Those below him aren't exactly saints.

...

May 27, 00:31.

Cancun.

An airplane with flashing red lights was calling out to land at the airport below. There's actually not much here for anyone to profit from; the drug traffickers are busy looting the city. Although it's not quite safe here, it's relatively alright.

At least...

No one came looking for trouble.

Of course, it's also because this is on the outskirts of Cancun, about 6 kilometers away.

Everyone is busy looting inside.

When the control tower heard the airplane wanted to land, the airport staff were dumbfounded.

Damn, haven't you watched the news?

Don't you know the situation in Cancun right now?

"My plane is flying from Guatemala to the United States, there's a problem with the plane, I need to make an emergency landing!" the captain loudly shouted over the radio.

The staff at the tower looked to the supervisor nearby.

The latter sighed, "Unlucky for them, coming to Cancun at this time. Let them land. Oh, prepare the fire truck and ambulance."

"Understood!"

"CZ14124, permission granted for emergency landing. Cancun International Airport will clear the runway for you."

Immediately afterwards, the entire airport began flashing alarms, and a pitiful fire truck and an ambulance drove out from the warehouse.

Just that poor...

Everyone nervously watched a Tu-214, oh? It's a Soviet plane.

Does Guatemala Airlines have this model?

But nobody paid attention to this question, just nervously watching, because after all, no one jokes about air disasters, just like a woman wouldn't joke about her own body.

When the plane slowly landed and smoothly glided onto the runway, the supervisor breathed a sigh of relief but then someone whispered, "This... doesn't look like a plane with mechanical issues, does it?"

?!??

The supervisor was taken aback, looking out from the tower towards the Tu-214. After the plane stopped, the fire truck and ambulance rushed up, and then the plane's emergency slide deployed. They witnessed a rare scene they'd never expected to see in their lifetime.

Fully armed soldiers slid down from above, quickly took control of the vehicles, and charged towards the control tower.