Working as a police officer in Mexico

Capital is also like chives; you can cut down one batch and another will grow.

It can still replenish the state treasury.

Of course, Victor never issued any orders for extermination.

Would people like Gang Se Lute Yan Si make things difficult for the General?

Everything... was done by the thugs.

That's right!

Times of turmoil are the best way to reshuffle everything; fists are always more practical than money.

Gang Se Lute Yan Si tidied his uniform and forced a smile, "Let me see where my warriors are?"

The staff quickly called over Fritz Klingenberg and others.

"Good day, officer!"

"All right, all right, not bad, everyone looks spirited. What made you think of the surprise attack?" Gang Se Lute Yan Si asked curiously.

Fritz offered a little compliment, "The drug traffickers saw our army arrive, creating internal chaos, with governance in shambles, and everyone incompetent. I merely stood on the shoulders of giants to complete the mission."

The commander was very satisfied, patting his shoulder, "Rest assured, I'll personally credit you for this achievement. You should be thinking about practicing your signature now, young man, there will definitely be many girls writing to you."

Fritz Klingenberg's face turned red.

After all...

A young man.

He suddenly seemed to remember something and grabbed the nearby prisoner, "Sir, this is Georges Clemenceau, a... patriot, who helped us infiltrate Mérida and completed such a feat."

Gang Se Lute Yan Si raised an eyebrow and looked at the other. The prisoner was somewhat large, not old, his face flushed, saluting awkwardly as his posture was quite unorthodox.

"Thank you very much, I express my gratitude on behalf of the Sea Cavalry Division!"

"No, no, no, this... this is what I should do, to... to serve the people!" Georges Clemenceau exclaimed loudly, glancing at Fritz Klingenberg with some gratitude.

The difference between being a patriot and a prisoner, proactive versus passive, is indeed significant.

This statement made Gang Se Lute Yan Si very happy, "Rest assured, your service won't be forgotten by the country. What do you want?"

Georges Clemenceau's eyes lighted up, instinctively wanting several acres of land, but the words changed as they reached his lips, "I, I want to join the army."

Why?

He always felt this unit is very different, they have shown enough respect, and Georges Clemenceau somewhat fell in love with the feeling of war (not the side being beaten).

Fritz and others glanced at him in surprise.

"No problem, with your merit, you can definitely become an officer. I'll write a recommendation letter for you to attend the Military Academy, and, when you graduate, the Sea Cavalry Division will welcome you."

"Thank you, officer!"

Gang Se Lute Yan Si nodded with great satisfaction, encouraged with a few words, then went to tend to other matters. As the current highest officer in Mérida, he had many things to deal with.

"Sergeant, are we going to be promoted?" Baby-faced Leann eagerly whispered after the officer left, without waiting for the counterpart to speak, dreamily said, "No hope for the Diamond Double Sword Gold Oak Leaf Knight Iron Cross Medal, just a Double Sword Oak Leaf Knight Iron Cross Medal will be enough."

Only two people have received the Diamond Double Sword Gold Oak Leaf.

One is Defense Minister Kennedy Heisenberg, in acknowledgment of his contributions to the military.

The second one is Vice Admiral Helmut Mauzi, commander of the Information Warfare Force, who bombarded a group of people in the American National Park with distinguished merit.

Fritz Klingenberg also showed aspiration.

Young soldiers desire honor!

...

"Mérida has been reclaimed!"

This news quickly spread across the country.

Instantly occupied the front page headlines the next day, especially with the Department of Defense recording the feats of Fritz Klingenberg and others.

The first thought of a reader was: this must be fake!

A group of eleven dared to infiltrate and capture Mérida?

The Mexican Government is exaggerating!

On the world's largest forum CBRS, some expressed skepticism.

South Korea: Mexicans are just like our neighbors, only bragging. China claims a five-thousand-year history, but their mightiest Emperor Li Shimin had one of his eyes shot by us, and even Zhu Di bowed down to our great War God Li Shunchen!

Vietnam: It is common knowledge, north of the Yangtze River belongs to the Koreans, south to the Vietnamese, and the Pacific is owned by the United States, Mexico is just a thief, stealing victory.

India: I don't believe it, I don't recognize it, I protest!

All underneath are replies from netizens worldwide...

In what era are we now? Even as outstanding single-soldier combat is, it's impossible for ten people to seize a city. Either Mexico is boasting, or...

It's true that Southern drug traffickers cannot be used.

A Korean netizen further ridiculed, "Drug traffickers have poor fighting skills, if it were me, I would surely beat them until they wet themselves."

Then a netizen with a Laos IP address calmly asked him for his location.

The guy actually provided it.

Whether he would be met offline in reality remains unknown; anyway, the early internet was truly a mix of different people, all kinds were there.

There was also regular army.

Upon hearing this news, the CIA: Damn!

European Intelligence Department: Damn!

The Mexican Ministry of Defense and Staff Headquarters were extremely busy since the rapid fall of this place meant that the strategic plan had to be completely overturned and redone.

Originally planned with the 5th Army and Sea Cavalry Division pinching both sides, then sweeping across other areas, but now with this mess and Mérida gone, the capital has been occupied and the siege warfare is turned into small battles surrounding various sides.