Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Victory, victory!"

Deputy Chief of Staff Erich Ludendorff, his face flushed, hurried in from outside, and without watching his step, he tripped on the doorstep, nearly landing face-first.

Thankfully, a quick-reacting guard by his side immediately steadied him.

"General, at 7 a.m., the 1st Marine Division 9th Regiment captured Hanous, and the first and third groups captured Samalayuca!"

Victor, who was having breakfast, jumped up and in a few strides was by the sand table where Chief of Staff Horatio Herbert Kitchener had already planted red flags over the two small cities.

"Samalayuca is about 30 kilometers from Juarez, a typical desert area. If we launch artillery fire here, we could pound Juarez to dust!"

"According to the battle plan, we've secured the northern and western sides of Juarez. To the east is the Rio Grande; if they run, they can only retreat south, along the coastal river."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener, also very excited, said, "Now, Juarez truly has no way of escape!"

They were surprised; the drug traffickers so easily suppressed!

But on second thought...

With the damn air force's constant support, dropping hundreds of bombs, we simply blitzkrieged our way here.

That they didn't immediately flee is honor enough for the pay their boss gives them.

Now, besides the drug traffickers in the south showing a trend towards warlordism, the small-time crooks in the north have no time or energy to develop under the fierce assault of the Northern Army; their downfall is imminent.

"Next, order the Fifth Group and the Seventh Group to capture El Povenir and hold the Rio Grande firmly, annihilating all drug traffickers inside Juarez!" Erich Ludendorff pointed to a small city on the map, looking toward Kennedy.

Kennedy then glanced at Victor.

"How many drug traffickers are still in Juarez?"

"About 7,000…" said Jason Bourne, the intelligence squadron leader, from the side.

"Even if there are 7,000 of them, if they coerce the civilians, that's tens of thousands. How many sacrifices do you think we'll have to make to take this stronghold?" Victor retorted.

Training Cannon Fodder is all too simple; as long as you have fingers...

Don't know how to pull a trigger?

Bullets fired by an 8-year-old and an 80-year-old are the same.

This is also why there are so many child soldiers in Africa; even, in the pursuit of so-called "bloodthirstiness," drug traffickers and some warlords force "rookies" to kill their relatives.

Bastards, when pushed to extremes, can do anything.

"Leave the southern area open, set no barricades, and we'll also attack from the Rio Grande. A three-sided assault and they'll run. Let the Fifth Group and Seventh Group take down Aumada Town. It's about 400 kilometers south of Juarez. When the drug traffickers run there, we'll surround and annihilate them!" Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

It's about luring them out of Juarez and then...

"What do you think?" Victor finished his idea and turned to the professionals.

Kennedy thought for a moment, then nodded, "General, you've considered everything thoroughly, why didn't we think of this?"

Jason Bourne glanced at him.

Pff, another sycophant!

"On the battlefield, I'm no match for you, but in understanding human nature, I think deeper," Victor said with a smile. "If the plan is viable, let's do it that way."

Horatio Herbert Kitchener, responsible for the planning, acknowledged.

Just then, the phone on the table rang urgently, and the closest staff officer answered it.

"Alright, I understand." After hanging up, he raised his hand, "General, the 3rd Marine Division in Cerro Rico Volcanic Region is facing fierce shelling from the Jalisco Guerrilla Squad; Commander Alexeyevich Brusilov requests permission to retaliate!"

"Permission granted! Initiate plan three, order the 3rd Division to infiltrate Sinaloa!"

Victor gave the order with a sweep of his hand.

An division of 25,000 men, I have the numbers and superior weaponry, I refuse to believe that El Mencho can devour my division.

Of course, as long as Alexeyevich Brusilov doesn't go leading the transport squad himself, the advantage is mine!

Victor hadn't finished speaking when sudden gunfire erupted outside, throwing the command center into disarray.

Guard Commander Joseph Xiafei, in full military dress, ran in, "General, a small squad of drug trafficker guerrillas has breached the defenses at the San Diego River and engaged with our defense forces."

The room filled with slight panic.

"General, we should fall back for now; this is… too dangerous," Kennedy said with a tightened expression.

The San Diego River was just 2 kilometers from the command post's Tepic Town – even a mortar from there could damn well hit us.

"What's the panic!"

Victor rebuked sharply, frowning, "Everyone here is a high-ranking officer. Since I started this campaign, what haven't I seen?"

"I'm staying right here today, and I want to see, who has the guts to claim my head!"

"Joseph!"

"General!"

Victor smoothed his collar, patted his shoulder, "Take your men and level that guerrilla squad. They came here, so let them die here."

Joseph Xiafei immediately felt the General's high regard!

When the boss pats your shoulder and says the company's future depends on you, won't you be fired up?

"Loyalty!"

Joseph Xiafei, steaming from the nostrils like a Minotaur.

He led the guard platoon directly into the battle with the guerrillas.

On the vehicle, he gave a brief motivational speech to his men: "Gentlemen, those dirty, stupid drug traffickers have disturbed the General. Now, our job is to kill them, let their lives compensate, the General is watching us."