Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 595 - 361: The Art of War! _3

Fedor von Bock's eyes sparkled, he took a deep breath and felt a surge of passion, shouting loudly, "Go south!"

"Go south!"

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"Go south!"

Someone started yelling, and everyone joined in unison.

"By my command, artillery position fire!"

More than 100 various cannons started bombarding the border.

Leveling every mound with explosions.

Intense artillery combat erupted in the border area.

Meanwhile at the Monterrey headquarters.

It was unusually quiet!

Unexpectedly, the Northern Army had made a stealthy charge from the northeast, successively taking over three small cities. It might not seem like much, but it threw our line of defense into disarray.

The central region was left exposed.

"Quick, call the border troops back!" an American adviser demanded, his eyes wide, "We must withstand their assault."

Although drug traffickers aren't skilled in warfare, they understood that this Yank was certainly not a professional.

"We need to bring back Federico Ferrari Orsi," declared a sinister-looking leader in a stern voice.

He was the Governor of New Leon, a member of the Institutional Party, and the leader of New Leon Power — Jose Andres Guardado.

This group was established in 1966 and had a history of several decades, primarily dealing in drug trafficking and smuggling, even transporting drugs to other regions through sea routes with their own cargo ships, although seemingly insignificant within Mexico.

But those who stood out too much had long since been killed.

Their main approach was to lay low and accumulate wealth.

When the American adviser heard him, he suddenly looked up and yelled, "You want that low-level officer? I understand military strategies, what does he know!"

His spit flew everywhere.

Jose Andres Guardado watched him expressionlessly, his gaze turning ferocious. He grabbed the adviser by the head, slammed his head onto the table, and stabbed a fountain pen into his eye!

"Motherfucker, in the Mexican Drug Cartel, incompetency means death, I've tolerated you for too long, you bastard!"

The American adviser had already passed out from the pain.

People nearby were silent as cicadas in winter.

"Go find him!"

Soon, advisor Federico Ferrari Orsi was summoned and he was clearly startled by the sight of the American adviser on the ground.

Jose Andres Guardado grabbed his hand firmly.

"From now on, you will take full charge of commanding the operations against the Northern Army."

Federico's heart skipped a beat, then started to race.

A rush of being trusted surged through him.

Although illiterate, drug traffickers understood a principle: let professionals handle professional matters; wasn't that why they trusted the American adviser so much?

Thinking he was incredible.

But they were played like fools.

When Federico learned the Northern Army had penetrated their territory, his brows furrowed.

"Now, we have only one chance to gamble all or nothing!"

He pointed at a map, "I will lead troops through Mina City, break into Coahuila State, cut off the feinting enemy's rear, then all forces press down, seeking to defeat them in one route, and then we can counterattack, disrupt the local facilities, and confuse the battle situation; only then we can see a glimmer of survival."

Putting oneself in a do-or-die situation.

A gang of traffickers, not understanding much, just felt it was impressive.

"What do you need?"

"Money, a lot of money. I need to mobilize for war, and I need the elite Monterrey Division under my command."

Hearing this, drug boss Guardado hesitated.

The name Monterrey Division implies those surrounding the capital.

"I can give you three battalions, keeping one here."

Upon hearing this, advisor Federico glanced at him. He had merely mentioned it casually, but did not expect to actually receive them all.

He clicked his boots.

At attention!

"I vow to defend New Leon."

"It's all yours,"

Guardado gripped his hand tightly.

He too did not want to be displaced.

The only choice left was to strike back.

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