Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 658 - 385: Grape Wine and Glowing Cups, Fly with the Bunker!_3

"Brigade commander, brigade commander..."

He groggily opened his eyes, only to see four or five staff officers standing in front of him, their faces covered in cold sweat and anxiety.

"What's the matter? Don't you know you can tell me tomorrow?" he said impatiently, wanting to go back to sleep.

"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Group were attacked by artillery!"

Alex Phillips didn't hear them, and just then, a sudden loud explosion startled him, forcing his eyes wide open as the alcohol evaporated instantly.

"What?!"

"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Group were attacked by artillery, suffering heavy losses!" said a staff officer with a mournful face.

He hurried out of bed, forgetting to put on his shoes, and ran outside where chaos had already erupted, filled with frantic voices, while in the distance, he could see fires burning up the sky!

A gust of wind made him shiver; his head felt heavy and his feet light.

"Where are the troops from? Where are the troops from!"

The staff officers next to him looked at each other, bewildered.

"Waste! Waste! Hurry up and contact the troops, tell them to retreat; all regiments, prepare for battle, damn it, where are the troops from!"

The 61st Brigade was in complete disarray, and over there in Monterrey, Jose Andres Guardado was also staring dumbfounded at the scene, shivering unexpectedly.

The thought suddenly popped into his head.

"Run! Escape!"

Once this thought emerged, it couldn't be suppressed.

Meanwhile, as soon as the Artillery Group fired, the four main motorized infantry regiments that had already retreated into Coahuila State immediately counterattacked.

Victor was still too poor.

Unable to afford a full mechanized infantry regiment, after all, it was all about points.

The points flowed continuously every day; without income, Victor naturally became anxious—wasn't he thinking about extinguishing the "Popovich Puppet Government" to get a fat reward?

The difference between motorized and mechanized infantry regiments was that the former primarily used wheeled vehicles like cars and motorcycles for maneuvering. These vehicles were mainly for transportation and maneuvering, but infantry had to disengage to fight in combat.

The latter primarily rode in armored personnel carriers and infantry fighting vehicles, which provided not only transport but also fire support; infantry could fight from within the vehicles without dismounting.

Generally, motorized infantry regiments were used by "economically challenged" countries.

As for Africa…

It was still at the infantry stage, with nothing but their feet, taking off directly!

Rushing in four directions!

Adopting a pincer movement towards Monterrey, planning to devour the 61st Brigade and then counterattack into Tamaulipas or directly storm into San Luis Potosi State during the "grand battle" to create chaos at the central front!

Winning here would completely turn the tide.

July 2nd, 7 AM.

The 355th Regiment of the Fourth Division came back into the fray.

Sigismund William Lister gazed at Monterrey in the distance, a fierce spark in his eyes.

"Attack!!"

The assault on the city began under the cover of six M48 medium tanks, four TPz-1 armored vehicles, and six M551 light tanks.

Gunfire erupted!

Thud, thud, thud—

While running in, a staff officer didn't watch his step, stumbled, and fell to his knees, forgetting the pain, "Brigade commander, the Northern Army has counterattacked, the enemy's 355th Regiment has breached the city."

Alex Phillips looked ghastly; he had clearly had too much to drink, his brain somewhat crashed, even sluggish in reaction.

The losses of the Artillery Group and the 157th Regiment hadn't been assessed yet, but they were surely serious; the regiment commander had been blown up, they'd come back empty-handed, even the artillery hadn't been retrieved.

He nearly vomited blood.

"Order the 158th and 159th to intercept them!"

The staff officer with a mournful face, "Brigade commander, latest intel, Rommel isn't dead, the four regiments of the Marine Fourth Division are charging towards Monterrey, more than 10,000 men, we'll be trapped if we stay here."

"What are you suggesting!"

"Run! No, retreat! We need to leave Monterrey, establish defenses in the rear, can't let them encircle us."

Alex Phillips's mind was still blank.

Run?

Running now didn't seem right, they hadn't even retaliated.

His own 61st Brigade had come all this way, to show nothing? Just to flee shamefacedly?

That was unacceptable in terms of pride!

It seems, there was still some self-respect.

While he was torn, another staff officer ran in, all sweaty, "Brigade commander, Monterrey's Guardado has fled with his men."

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"What?!"

Alex Phillips jumped up, a gleam of joy in his eyes, "Quick, gather the troops, no, no need to gather, just pursue Guardado, we must capture the deserters."

Well, a countercharge!

The staff officer, perceptive and understanding, immediately saluted and went to arrange it.

Alex Phillips sat on the chair, gasping for breath, and after a few minutes of rest, he jumped up and led a breakout.

At 9 AM, the second main regiment of the Marine Fourth Division arrived and joined the battle.

"Capture Alex Phillips alive!"

"Advance into Monterrey, liberate Monterrey!"

Northern Army soldiers in uniform were everywhere, some carrying flags.

9:07 AM.

A platoon from the 355th Regiment charged fiercely and stormed into the city hall.

A rookie threw a hand grenade into the archives, booming a cloud of dust. The rookie rushed in, found two enemies on the ground, and fired burst after burst until his magazine was empty.

As he was about to leave, a file cabinet made a noise; he drew his pistol and shouted loudly, "Come out!!"

"Don't shoot, don't shoot…"

A woman in a skirt crawled out, her clothes in disarray, her hair a mess, kneeling on the ground, pleading pitifully, "Don't kill me, I'm just an ordinary person."

The rookie lowered his gun, but as the woman's eyes lit up in relief, he suddenly raised his gun and shot twice.

"Kill them all, loot them all, burn them all!" he muttered continuously, bloodlust in his eyes, not caring whether it was a woman or a man, even if you weren't human, he'd still shoot.

The rookie continued to howl and chase.

The woman lay on the ground, her eyes vacant, gradually losing consciousness.

"Division commander! Division commander!"

At the Marine Fourth Division headquarters, the deputy staff officer rushed in, his face full of joy.

"Monterrey has been recaptured!"

Rommel took the battle report, his expression still calm while others around him cheered jubilantly.

"Order the 336th Regiment and the Artillery Group to move into Monterrey, the 355th Regiment and other units to advance fully into Tamaulipas!"

"Report to the General!"

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