Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 651 - 383: ’Declaration to the World Opposing Victor’s Hegemony’!_2

During the Korean War when he encountered troops from the East, he still remembered a sentence his teacher had said, "They were terrifying. As soon as I opened my eyes, it was as if Death himself was standing in front of me. They charged at us fearlessly, shouting something."

"When I returned to the United States, I asked everyone until finally, I heard my answer from someone of Asian descent."

"They were shouting, 'For new China, forward!'"

The teacher added, "Never fight an army that has faith, because that is their life."

Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek had seen many armies, but he had never seen one quite like this—in United Kingdom, the discipline of domestic troops was utterly deficient.

At Honington Royal Air Force Base, several veterans pinned a rookie to the ground, vomited on his back, and then shoved an 81mm mortar shell up his backside!

Another rookie held the mortar's base, preparing it to fire.

"The human mortar," infamous worldwide!

"Brigadier General Powell!"

Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek called out; the general who had been babbling instantly shut his mouth. His face darkened, "A soldier's first duty is to obey orders. If you don't dare, then leave the 1st Brigade. Let someone else take over the 74th Armored Regiment!"

Powell, his mouth half-open, watched him. It wasn't a joke, yet he dared not speak of retirement. What a joke, he'd be shot the moment he stepped out.

Essentially, the 1st Brigade was "bandits."

"I hope to supply my armored regiment with more of Number 1."

"I'll have the quartermaster send it to you."

Powell nodded, saluted, and left.

Number 1... that was drugs!

New types of drugs!

It was quite common in Europe for soldiers to take a hit before battle.

World War II was one of the bloodiest conflicts in human history, yet few knew that in the Western armies, drugs were considered a secret weapon, playing an incredible role.

Germany, United Kingdom, United States, none were spared; their history of drug use on the battlefield.

It made people forget why they were fighting; was it for money?

For women?

For land?

But what did any of that have to do with these "cannon fodder"? They could only numb themselves with drugs.

Oh right, Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek was also one of the military representatives for the legalization of drugs.

After watching Powell leave, he shifted his gaze back to the map.

According to orders.

His 1st Brigade would head to the border on July 3, 1991, and along with the forces from Queretaro State and Guerrero State, encircle Michoacán.

That was in one week.

And stationed in Michoacán were three regiments of Marine Division No. 1, totaling about 10,000 men.

Their side, 80,000 vs 10,000!

"The advantage is mine!"

Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek squinted as he began formulating his battle plans, planning to thrust straight into Michoacán's capital Morelia with a pincer movement.

"One battle to decide the outcome!"

Still, he felt he should report to London Westminster Whitehall.

It would be best if they could deploy more weapons from mainland United Kingdom.

Victor must not rise again; he needed to be suppressed!

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Mexico Ministry of Defense also understood the advantage of "strength in numbers."

They sent letters titled "Encircling Victor" to Whitehall, The Pentagon, and Spain Ministry of Defense.

The letter was very direct.

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"Victor is another devil in human history since Xi XX, enforcing oppressive rule, stripping people of democracy and freedom—making the sacrifices of World War II meaningless!"

"We should destroy them!"

"Let's eradicate this devil from the earth!"

"Join us in this battle for world peace!"

Once the letter was sent, responses from Spain and United Kingdom came quickly, willing to discuss the matter.

The response from the United States, however, was more ambiguous.

The Pentagon.

Outside there was a light rain, but inside the conference room, a "storm of words" raged.

"I don't agree with direct involvement. Don't you know what kind of temper Victor has? If he fires missiles at us, who will be accountable?" a female executive furrowed her brows, "This is a drug war. Let them fight it out. Why should we interfere? Do you all want to see drugs flooding into the United States? Do you want to see homeless people all over the streets?"

Faced with her interrogation.

Many executives didn't directly respond; some bowed their heads in silence, some snickered, some pretended not to hear.

A drug war?

Was that a drug war?

That was a revolution—against the Democratic Party!

Against military budgets.

If you don't let drugs circulate, how can I tax the underworld? If you don't let refugees come in, how can I increase my voters?

This was a political war, not a drug war.

Typical of a woman, long hair but short-sighted.

But such comments couldn't openly be said, unlike later when the United States shamelessly had LGBT individuals openly taking high positions. In the 90s, the United States still somewhat knew the meaning of "propriety, justice, integrity, and honor."

"There's nothing wrong with drug prohibition, but Victor reminds me of someone."

A slightly overweight executive spoke, wiggling his bottom, which was nearly stuck in the chair, a clear sign of eating too much of Ken XX's genetically modified meat.

"Che Guevara."

"He's not 'CMS'!" the female executive retorted.

"But what they're doing is the same, both are undermining our influence. If we let him continue, our influence in Latin America will be completely halved. Monroe Doctrine doesn't allow Europe and America to colonize Latin America, but we can't let a country rise up here that threatens us!"