Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 594 - 361: The Art of War! _2

A lightning charge.

Michel Wittmann felt the tank's body, scarred all over. He looked around; of the two battalions of tanks, only 38 remained. One had the misfortune of taking a hit to the tracks and got stuck...

Then it became a target for a concentrated rocket attack and exploded in an instant.

Another was clearly due to a driver's error...

Headed straight for a shaking building, and when it collapsed, it crushed him flat.

"Officer, a piece of bread." A crew member handed him a piece of military bread, and Michel Wittmann didn't stand on ceremony, tearing open the vacuum packaging and biting in.

This stuff, don't expect it to taste good, hard as a rock, just be glad there's something to eat. With a little piece of cheese and beef inside, it was considered not bad.

From this, it was evident that Victor wanted to create as complete a logistical support system as possible for the troops, but this was extremely difficult.

The Mexican Army had a long way to go.

For example...

With the United States troops stationed.

Lieutenant Colonel Michel Wittmann glanced at his watch, "Up! Keep moving! Gentlemen, the General is watching us in Tijuana, for victory, advance!"

The exhausted tank soldiers suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

This was essentially the spirit of belief.

For example, if you're made to work overtime until midnight every day, you'll curse the boss for not treating you like a human, like you're about to drop dead.

But if you know that what you're doing could be recorded in the annals of the family shrine, county annals, city records, or even national records, with the first incense of Qingming Festival offered to you, perhaps many people would be willing to die for that honor.

Now, the General was the essence of faith.

With just one command from him, the three armed services would obey!

...

In the Western battlefield, Major General Fedor von Bock, the Chief of Staff of the Marine Fourth Division, was in command, with a strategy of neither moving if the enemy didn't move and seeing who could last longer.

After all, they weren't the main force.

But his strategic vision was definitely there, he understood that once the battle in the northeast was ignited, the enemy would surely understand what the intent of the Northern Army was, to be caught off guard or to be bold enough, to swallow the feigned attack.

The most important point was, after the rain cleared and the sun came out, those tanks would definitely be exposed.

So he ordered the artillery to be gathered and arranged, ready to blast away any movement seen from the drug traffickers.

Since most of the troops were rookies, Fedor von Bock could feel the unease within the ranks, so he went around inspecting each unit throughout the night, boosting morale.

And at a unit's station, standing on an armored vehicle, he waved his hand, "According to the orders of the Governor's Mansion, once we take New Leon State, reforms will be enacted, and all of you, regardless of your household registration, will receive a share of the land!"

"And that land will belong to you forever!"

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"You can grow corn, potatoes, or even avocados on it, the Governor's Mansion will ensure a safety net, every willing seller can sell to the government, and your families will have an extra source of income!"

"Your family members won't have to work for those farm owners, nor will they need to beg the village rich or bureaucrats to provide you with seeds."

"You will have complete ownership of the land!"

"This is not my Mexico, nor the General's Mexico, gentlemen, you are fighting for your Mexico!"

Land reform?!

The rookies below stared dumbfounded. Among them were the educated, but the majority had only primary education, and there were also illiterates. Mexico's illiteracy rate was about 6%.

The land system in Mexico had undergone many changes, from the ancient Aztec "Calpo" system, to the land distribution during the Spanish colonial period, and then to the land reform at the beginning of the 20th century.

Especially at the beginning of the 20th century, most of Mexico's land was in the hands of bureaucrats, the rich, the Catholic Church, and foreign investors, resulting in Article 27 of the 1917 Mexican Constitution stipulating that all land and rivers within the national territory belonged to the country, and the nation had the right to grant its own land rights to private individuals, but could also expropriate private land for public use.

In essence, from the 19th century onwards, many grassroots lands had actually been taken by Americans, you as a peasant were no different from a slave, only able to work for them.

Does it sound like...local tyrants and evil gentry?

That's also one of the reasons why internationalist fighters like Che Guevara and certain ideologies were able to be implemented in Latin America.

Liberation Theology is one of the representatives.

Essentially, they were exploited.

The Yanks lay on a pile of people, fattening themselves.

Victor had long wanted to deal with these lands. He wouldn't allow his lifeline to be in the hands of farm owners; it should belong to the wider Mexican population.

Had it been someone else, they might have taken it slow, over decades, and perhaps compromised with capital in the end.

But not Victor...

He had offended them all, bureaucrats, the rich, the Catholic Church, and foreign investors, he had provoked them all.

He flipped the table and didn't play by their rules!

He started his own military interest group, and most of the new recruits were "good sons" from poor households; do you think they would sympathize with the capitalist class?

Take down New Leon State, implement land reform!

All Mexicans will be able to be masters of their own homes.

"Long live!!!"

Hearing the words of Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock, a moment of silence fell below, then they raised their hands and cheered loudly.

But just then, the sound of artillery fire rang out not far away.

"General! They've moved, the drug traffickers' defensive line on the border has shrunk, and they're bombarding our side!" a staff member reported, running over.