The second offensive and defensive battle of Merida was fought in a confused manner. Boss Suzano's six divisions with nearly 100,000 men marched near the city of Merida like a procession. In the end, they only fought once and were completely defeated.
In the vast wilderness, the six fleeing divisions left behind countless military equipment and supplies and completely collapsed. The most obvious thing was that artillery, ammunition, communication equipment, and anti-aircraft weapons were abandoned in large quantities, and these things were mixed in the weeds. , can be found everywhere.
The disorderly escape did not save more people, but caused huge casualties. Many people lost their organization and lacked the ability to rescue themselves in the wild. When the Aurora Legion's reception team arrived, they were thirsty and hungry, and most of them were thirsty and hungry. Half dead.
Raphael stood on the side of a road, staring expressionlessly at the defeated enemy troops that his subordinates had taken in. After surviving the previous attack and defense of Merida, he lost all his companions and was promoted to become a platoon of the security army. Chief. He has about twenty people who are responsible for doing miscellaneous tasks.
Most of the enemy soldiers contained were disheveled and had dull faces. It had been hot these two days, and there was a lack of water on the surface of the Yucatan Peninsula. People who walked around on foot could easily become dehydrated and fall into a state of thirst. Those who were not lucky would go into shock.
The dull prisoners were ordered to reveal their names, ages, unit numbers, and names of superior officers. Enemy officers among them would be singled out for special treatment.
The so-called 'special treatment' means execution after interrogation to squeeze out the value. Because Diego's regime has a strong gangster character, those who can be officers are not good people. Rafael has sent away several company and platoon-level officers. People think they will receive preferential treatment, but they don't know it will be death.
Raphael had no tolerance for the execution of enemy officers. After the early battle, he took leave and sneaked back to Mexico City to look for his wife and children. But he found nothing, and even the cellar where his wife was hiding disappeared. , a fire destroyed everything.
Unable to find any information that could be pursued, Raphael returned to the army in tears. His heart became cold and hard, and he had no wavering in killing the enemy.
"What's your name? Where do you live? What did you do in the past?" For the selected prisoners, Raphael would 'chat' with them one by one. Often he would stand on the side of the road and ask a few questions, and in a few words he would decide whether the prisoner had the right no value.
The Mexican Army conveyed the order from the commander of the Hugo Corps, implicitly conveying to the grassroots officers that the Corps did not want to take in too much useless 'garbage'. The so-called 'garbage' was the urban poor and gang members. In fact, the two were the same category. people.
Without culture and no knowledge of farming, such urban poor will easily become gang members, otherwise they will not be able to survive. The Legion does not want such useless and evil people at all, and the cost of transforming these people is too high , execution is the simplest.
Following Raphael's gesture, the prisoners were divided into two parts. They were in dire straits and trembling with fear, knowing that only some of them could continue to live. In the wind-swept wilderness, they shivered and waited for their fate. .
"According to the order of Victor Hugo, the commander of the army, execute useless people." With a wave of Raphael's hand, his soldiers fired at a row of prisoners. The prisoners on the other side were frightened. He cried loudly and was soon kicked up again.
"Drink some water and eat something. You can survive." Raphael stepped on military boots and walked slowly in front of the remaining prisoners. The blood soaked the soles of his feet, leaving blood marks. "You must be loyal to the maintenance of peace."
Captain Keto Hugo, even superficial loyalty is necessary."
The prisoners who were still alive were either crying loudly or nodding in front of the food and water. Rafael didn't care whether they understood or not, and only looked in the direction of Mexico City in the distance.
Collecting prisoners, cleaning the battlefield, and picking up the equipment of about six divisions for free. The entire Mexican Front of the Aurora Legion immediately exchanged shotguns for cannons. When Zhang Hong's First Guards Regiment arrived, Rohm had already moved forward to approach the Yucatan Peninsula.
Campeche, a city controlled by the enemy.
So Campeche simply surrendered...
The building is about to collapse and everyone is running away. Although there is still a thousand kilometers and dozens of cities between the Yucatan Peninsula and Mexico City, no one can stop the Aurora Legion's advance on the road ahead.
Raphael's receiving army slowly moved forward, basically as relaxed as an outing. The enemy troops encountered along the way either surrendered or abandoned their defense. The biggest worry of the Aurora Legion was how to feed the civilians left behind by the enemy. That picture
The mouth that is eager to be fed can swallow a mountain of food.
Thousands of miles away in Mexico City, it was really gloomy and gloomy. As a boss, Suzano managed to escape after a rough journey and finally there were still a few loyal subordinates in the city who were willing to continue to surround him.
In the National Palace, the zombie president once again convened the cabinet and family members to discuss countermeasures. In the parliament hall, the President, who was as thin as a handful of bones, appealed in a hoarse voice: "We have not completely failed, and we still have a chance to preserve our foundation.
The key is to raise food and money."
This time, even Suzano hung his head and was dejected. The president on the rostrum once again called his name and asked: "Suzano, how much will you pay?"
"I..., I will offer fifty thousand gold coins." Suzano hesitated for a while, as if he thought he could add more, "I can offer another five hundred tons of grain."
When the zombie president heard this, he almost lost his temper. "Suzano, how much money do you have, do you think I don't know? You have made a hundred times as much money in the past two years. It's only now that you come out."
Fifty thousand gold coins and five hundred tons of grain?”
If he were an ordinary person, offering 50,000 gold coins would be really amazing. But Suzano has been rampaging throughout Mexico in the past two years, and people all over the country are trying to honor him. The wealth he has made is completely astronomical. A large number of people across the country are here
He was starving to death, but his family had so much food that it was almost rotten.
"But I really have no money." Suzano lost his toughness this time, and instead acted shamelessly. He swore to the sky: "All my money was spent on building an army. Now we have lost money one after another.
Nine divisions, the huge financial and material resources I spent are all gone, I really have no money."
The zombie president stared at Suzano, who was about to lie on the ground. He couldn't imagine that this guy who had been domineering in the past had become as disgusting as a piece of snot.
"Suzano, you got two million gold coins and 30,000 tons of grain. This is the bottom line." If the zombie president could, he would really like to drag Suzano out and shoot him. But now he can only threaten and induce:
"You take out this money and food, and I will give you the position of president."
Suzano was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, but soon shook his head and refused. Whoever becomes the president of Mexico faces huge problems now. The moment he sits on the throne, it is equivalent to being roasted on the fire. He doesn't want to go.
What kind of president?
Boss Suzano refused to contribute money or food, and other people in the parliament hall would not give generously. The result was a zombie president who lowered his posture and almost begged everyone to save the country, but he kept lying on the body of the country to suck blood.
The powerful people had no reaction at all.
In the end, the zombie president completely lost his temper - since no one is willing to save themselves, then everyone should die.