Major General Sfentos Pres furrowed his brow, suppressing his anger, "Are you provoking me?"
The Americans beside him also looked displeased.
Erich Manstein squinted his eyes, sizing him up, then suddenly drew out a gun. Under the horrified gaze of the other, he pointed it at the head of Sfentos Pres, pushed the safety catch with his thumb, "Major General, sir, what do you think?"
The air suddenly quieted...
"I... I think we should be rational, there's... there's no need to make this so rigid." Major General Sfentos Pres glanced out of the corner of his eye at the accompanying personnel.
They all stood far away, as if afraid of being implicated.
He could only save himself, chuckling awkwardly.
"We Mexicans can't compare to Americans, we lack manners, we're uneducated... but if anyone annoys us, I'll make sure they're unhappy first, General Pres, you wouldn't want your wife to be a widow at home, right?"
Rommel gently pressed on Manstein's hand and lightly said, "Don't scare him, General. Did you come to us with any instructions?"
The ones who explode are afraid of those who disregard their lives!
Victor's men, just absolutely lacking in decency, cursed Major General Sfentos Pres to himself, though the back of his head was still tingling.
Actually, he was here to stir trouble!
The U.S. had requested to "treat" the Northern Army well, to avoid "internal" problems due to US-Mexico relations.
The Pentagon wasn't entirely stupid; some believed that during the conflict in Iraq, using force against the Mexican military could easily provoke protests from other allies.
The greater good must be considered!
However, the United States has historically produced idiots. The famous "Runaway General" from World War II, MacArthur, was critiqued by his adversaries: He could only be a company commander, perhaps only suitable as a gunman.
In the Philippine battlefield, he ran away with his mistress and staff. A WWII famed general?
Similarly, a graduate from West Point Military Academy, Major General Sfentos Pres was also a prime example of arrogance and self-importance.
What he hadn't learned, he had mastered in pretense, naively believing that if he could disarm the opponent, he would also make a name for himself in the Pentagon.
Charging into battle as a sycophant.
But Sfentos Pres couldn't have imagined that the Mexicans could be so tough!
After all, he was also a frontline commander for the Allies, who knew they could be so inconsiderate?
"No... no problem, I just came to see if you need anything." He chuckled, "You can say anything you need."
Rommel exchanged glances with his two "protectors," then turned around, with ill intent, "Actually, there is one thing."
Major General Sfentos Pres felt nervous all over, his buttocks itched, "What?"
"Please, General, command the whole situation from here! Let's set the command post right here."
The Yanks gaped, "Are you confining me?"
"I just want you to see the warmth of the Mexicans."
Rommel bared his big front teeth.
A "head" delivered to the door, why refuse the opportunity.
As long as Major General Sfentos Pres sat here, the expeditionary forces wouldn't have to worry about danger.
Rommel even slapped his shoulder, still smiling, "General, would you like Pepsi or Coca-Cola?"
"I recommend Pepsi, Coca-Cola is heresy."
The news that the U.S. military's frontline commander was "imprisoned" was immediately reported back to General Norman Schwarzkopf, who was commanding from behind.
He promptly reported it, and in his proposal to the Pentagon, he hoped to "eliminate" the rebels!
Previously, they called him Sweetie, but now they call him "Rebels," deserving of the Yanks.
Their mouths change as though they've eaten shit.
When the Pentagon received his report, Defense Minister Richard Bruce Cheney merely took off his glasses, pressed the documents down with an ashtray, and rubbed his temples.
But just as he wished for some peace, the door was "violently" barged in from the outside. He looked up to see U.S. Army Chief of Staff General Carl Vorno charge in furiously, followed by his own secretary who looked somewhat flustered attempting to restrain him, but was pushed aside.
"Richard Bruce Cheney!" He slammed his hand on the table, glaring at him, "Mexican soldiers in Kuwait have mutinied, why haven't you ordered their elimination?"
Simple-minded bastard...
Richard Bruce Cheney's first thought was just that, a bit sad, wondering why the U.S. military was full of such "colorful" idiots.
As for why General Carl Vorno was in such a position.
He was Old Bush's cousin-in-law.
And another one of his cousin-in-laws was the Ambassador to Czech.
In terms of nepotism, the Bush Family was top-notch.
Defense Minister Richard motioned to his secretary to leave, who nodded, closed the door when leaving, but listened at the door, seeing someone coming, then left pretending to smile.
Conflicts within the U.S. military!
This was a very, very important piece of intelligence.
Richard Bruce Cheney looked at the infuriated Carl Vorno and calmly said, "Have you considered Victor's retaliation?"
"You eliminate him today, he could send missiles to Wall Street tomorrow!"
"Those capitalists who bloodsuck daily from the top of America would barge into the Pentagon and tear you and me apart!"
General Carl Vorno furrowed his brow, pointing at him, "He has the nerve..."