The war in Cuba is like this for the time being. With the current strength of the Spaniards, it is simply impossible for the US military to take Havana in the short term. After all, it has been in business for hundreds of years, and Bolavixia has an artillery advantage. Dewey does not have the guts to do so.
Severa watched him with eager eyes and went to bombard him. It would be impossible to break through a real fortress with the small cannons in the hands of the US Army.
Anyway, the Spaniards have completed their mission. No matter whether they win or lose, they have achieved their goals. The casualties of nearly 20,000 US troops, the loss of two battleships and two protected cruisers can be considered a serious injury to the US Navy. Charleston
The destruction of the Spanish army fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and no matter what results the Spaniards achieved in the following years, they would overfulfill their mission.
So the next target should be the Mexican Revolution. What if the neighbor of the world's largest capitalist country becomes the world's first communist regime?
This wonderful prospect made Prince Yang fascinated. It should be said that at this time, Mexico was fully equipped to realize communism. Almost all the land in this country was concentrated in the hands of landlords who accounted for less than 10% of the total population, and these landlords were Dia
The most staunch supporter of Sri Lanka, if you look at the country's situation, Mexico at this time is very much like China in the era of bald men. The vast majority of people are landless poor people or the proletariat with established roots.
The soil for revolution is already there, but now they still lack a revolutionary seed, and they also lack a person to fertilize and water it, or in other words, they lack the support of international justice forces, such as a great man full of internationalist spirit like himself.
But this seed is hard to find. The key is that it is too far away to reach them!
"Are there any Mexicans among our foreign soldiers?" Yang Feng asked his chief of general staff, Hall, curiously.
"Yes, there are a lot of them. At least one-third of the soldiers hired from the United States are Mexicans. You also know that Texas and Mexico border. Americans can't see the long border. People often smuggle into Germany.
In Texas, these people will do anything to survive. Of course, that includes murder and arson." Hall nodded and said.
"Well, you gather them all together, and I'm going to conduct an interview with them. By the way, there won't be any illiterate among them." Yang Feng said with a smile, and if you look around, you might be able to find a good one.
seedling.
"No. In addition to military training at Wolfsburg, we also include cultural training. They will definitely have no problem speaking English, but Spanish is difficult to speak," Hall said with a shrug.
This problem can be ignored for now.
"Your name is Santos, you're Mexican?" Two days later, at the Army headquarters, Prince Yang, wearing a set of generalissimo uniforms specially designed for him, looking as colorful as a three-dimensional Hunan embroidery, looked at the young man in front of him curiously.
He is about thirty years old. He has a handsome appearance and a hint of humility in his eyes. If he were matched with a pair of eyes, he would be a standard intellectual. But judging from his resume, he is a standard executioner. He came from Mexico at the age of seventeen.
He was smuggled into the United States. It is said that his parents were killed by the gunfire of the mounted patrol.
In Mexico during the Díaz era, in order to suppress the rebels, a large number of bandits were recruited, and the thieves acted as police. These people had the right to shoot at ordinary people without any charges, as long as they ran away when ordered to stop.
, this is the notorious cavalry patrol in Mexican history.
Seventeen-year-old Santos fled to the United States and worked odd jobs for three years. Then he joined the Umbrella Company, trained at Wolfsburg for half a year and joined the Iranian Oil Field Guard. Later he was transferred to the Japanese army and participated in the battle from the landing in Japan to the Second World War.
In almost all combat operations, including the First Battle of Beijing, what is inconsistent with his gentle appearance is that this man can be said to have blood on his hands. He has massacred at least a hundred civilians in Japan, including of course the murder of women. The current
His identity is a battalion commander in the army.
"His Royal Highness, yes!" Santos quickly stood at attention and saluted and said loudly. He puffed out his chest and looked very imposing in a major's military uniform.
Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction and motioned for him to sit down. Santos calmly sat on the sofa next to him like a javelin broken into three parts. It should be said that this is the candidate that Yang Feng is satisfied with so far. He understands Chinese, English and Spanish.
It even includes the writings of the Three Kingdoms. It is said that he also likes to read Chinese history books, especially Zizhi Tongjian and Zeng Wenzhenggong’s family letters. For a Mexican, this is amazing and even weird.
Secondly, he is very talented in military matters. For an ordinary soldier without any education in military command, he managed to become a battalion commander in his own army in four years. This is definitely not easy. You must know that people like him are not promoted at all.
Within the range, to be able to infiltrate the battalion commander is to work hard and not add any water.
Thirdly, he is full of hatred for the Dias regime. Needless to say, this is the hatred of his parents. In addition, this is also one of his advantages, which means that he has no worries.
"You are a smart person, so let's talk like smart people. The purpose of calling you here is very simple. I want to do an experiment, an experiment on the national system. I have been studying socialist ideas recently.
You should know this thing, right?" Yang Feng looked at him and said.
"I've heard a lot about this," Santos said honestly.
"Dr. Marx used his philosophical thoughts to describe a perfect social system. It was so perfect that I was tempted. But after all, his theory was just a theory without any practice. The Paris Commune cannot be counted. It was just a weird idea.
Tire, for something like this that has not been tested in practice, I don’t want to rashly implement it in my own country. You should know what I want you to do now, right?” Yang Feng said with a smile.
"Your Majesty wants me to do this experiment for you in Mexico." Santos said calmly.
"Smart, as far as I know, your Mexican people's life is very hard, right? Many people don't even seem to have enough to eat, and all the land is concentrated in the hands of landlords. Although Diaz has introduced a large amount of foreign capital for industrial construction, in fact those foreign capitalists
They are all vampires in you. They take away all the hard-earned money of the Mexican people, and then go to their own country to enjoy themselves. Your compatriots sweat every drop of sweat in factories and farmlands, and in the end they still get poor clothing and food.
Not having enough to eat, this situation makes me cry." Yang Feng sighed with compassion as he spoke.
Santos' eyes couldn't help but dim. His reaction made Yang Feng very satisfied. This man was somewhat patriotic.
"But where is the source of your misfortune? When the Mexican people gained freedom and independence from the colonial oppression, you had the opportunity to become a civilized and prosperous republic. Unfortunately, a U.S.-Mexico war ended your ideals. Not only did you lose
You think Díaz’s dictatorship caused your misfortune, but who supported Díaz’s rise to power? Do you think foreign capitalists
After draining all your blood and sweat, where do these foreign capitalists come from? So the root of your misfortune is simple, just because you have a neighbor who wants you to sink forever in the quagmire of poverty, backwardness, chaos and dictatorship.
If you want to get rid of the shadow of this neighbor, you must become strong. If you want to be strong, you must first expel those their minions from your land and build a Mexico that truly belongs to the Mexican people. But your neighbor is too powerful.
They will not allow you to achieve this goal, but I can help you, help you build your country, and at the same time use your hands to test the socialist system, so that both of us can get what we need, and you will
Be the savior of your country." Yang Feng said slowly.
"Your Highness, I am willing to fight to save my compatriots, but you have to understand that this will be an astronomical investment." Santos said with a smile.
This guy's meaning is very clear. I can do this job, but what if one day you feel that the investment is too big and you withdraw your capital, and we can't make it? You just lose some money, but we lose our lives.
You have to give us some guarantee.
Yang Feng laughed when he said this. This is the way smart people talk. It can be seen that the chess piece he chose is really the right one, much better than fools like Bonifa Show.
"It's very simple. I am a businessman, so naturally I will not engage in loss-making business. There is an oil field with huge reserves in Mexico. Once you develop domestically to the extent that it meets my standards, then as the new Mexican government, you will
Just hand over that oil field to my Gulf Oil Company. I won't tell you where the specific oil field is for now. You only need to know the value of this oil field in exchange for my support in overthrowing Díaz's regime.
Yes." Yang Feng said with a smile.
When he said this, Santos was relieved. This was a trustworthy transaction. He would definitely not believe Prince Yang's nonsense. It was not the first time that His Highness betrayed others when he appeared as a politician, but
When he appears as a businessman, his credibility is truly as good as gold.
Overthrowing a country to acquire a big oil field is a trustworthy deal.
"When benefits can be gained by destroying a country, then I will destroy it." What he said to Ito Hirobumi has long been spread by the Japanese.
"Okay, now that the cooperative relationship between us has been confirmed, then we will enter the formal operation stage. First, I need to provide you with some theoretical training, which will help you get back to work." Yang Feng
He rubbed his hands with a smile and said impatiently.