A sense of desperation permeated the entire city.
The Yanks were so beaten by the Northern Army they sat at the negotiation table, now who else could save us?
But in such an atmosphere, drug traffickers grew even more insane, forbidding any civilian from leaving the city—once discovered, they were executed on the spot!
The drug traffickers had turned Guadalajara into a living hell, unleashing their inner beasts.
"Let me go, please, let me go!" a decent-looking woman screamed in terror as two drug traffickers dragged her outside by her legs, ready to pull down her pants right on the street.
With a roar and a curse, her husband charged out of their house wielding a kitchen knife, followed by their child who had no understanding of what was happening.
A gunshot rang out, and the man fell dead in a pool of blood, while the crazed woman screamed and kicked, landing a blow on the drug trafficker's face.
Perhaps her resistance made the trafficker impatient, and with a curse, he slapped her unconscious, proceeding to do what a "bastard" like him would do in a beastly manner.
The last bullet finished the woman off, and the traffickers laughed as they walked away.
From the surrounding houses, many eyes watched—some couldn't bear it, others were numb.
Their child, with a look of confusion, walked over to the parents lying on the ground, then...lay down in the mother's embrace, closing his eyes in peace.
"Mama's arms... so warm."
The drug traffickers were also divided into two groups: one side believed it was better to surrender and work as laborers than to die, while the other was resolute in resisting!
"If Victor has a temper, let him fight. Even if I die, I want the bodies of his Northern Army to fill the moat!"
Before he could finish his rant, the shrill alarm sounded, and a drug trafficker leader near a window saw a missile streaking toward them from the sky.
His pupils dilated as he leaped out of the window, but before his feet touched the ground, the high-explosive warhead hit a nearby church, and instantly, the massive blast wave "wrinkled" his face. The next second, he was torn apart by agony, plunging into endless darkness.
If someone had been filming from above, they would have seen the devastating impact of the missile shatter everything around it!
There were no survivors!
Terrified civilians and drug traffickers scattered, screams intertwining with cries of agony.
Not long after the missile strike, the aerial force began bombarding from above!
Missiles have no eyes, unable to distinguish between civilians and drug traffickers—this was the criticism leveled against Victor.
You've been bombing so much North America seems to be shifting.
But Victor didn't care, let people talk, let them curse; gather your troops to fight me if you're upset, can you have the United Nations Forces attack me?
If you dare to fight, I'll hit the Yanks, see who's unluckier!
As such, the overall situation now was quite awkward; everyone looked at each other and could only curse that Victor would have a son without an asshole.
3 "Warrior" bombers from the British Vickers Company flew over Guadalajara City, dropping 40 450-kg conventional bombs!
Victor was not even afraid of the Yanks anymore.
We've already fought once, why should I continue hiding and holding back?
You're already displeased with me...
I'll bring out some of Britain's Cold War era "3V" strategic bombers, you'd think I'm in cahoots with the British.
Americans are not that "heroic"; they are very suspicious, just give them a hint that you've wronged them, and rest assured, they'll ensure to end you!
The "Warrior" bombers of Mexico, besides those given by the British, who else could have given them?
Let them bite each other like dogs.
The 40 450-kg conventional bombs shook Guadalajara thrice over.
Dust soared into the sky.
A 10-story department store collapsed, crushing a sign that read "Tsingtao Beer."
A drug trafficker with a hood stumbled out from the rubble, his body covered in dirt. He walked while pulling at his hood, his face filled with despair, his eyes brimming with tears.
With a thud, he fell to the ground, curling up as blood oozed from his mouth.
It was evident his internal organs had shifted.
"I... I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
He died in pain, eyes wide open, full of despair!
November 23, 4:00 p.m.
After besieging Guadalajara for a month, 35,000 men from the 3rd Marine Division and two regiments from the 2nd Marine Division launched a full-scale assault!
The goal of Company B, Battalion A, Regiment A of the 1st Division was to capture the "underground traffic" rail system at the South Gate, but Division Commander Alexeyevich Brusilov knew how difficult such subterranean facilities could be to conquer.
Call for air support first.
An F-111 fighter-bomber carrying GBU-28 bunker busters took off from Sonora State Air Force Base, dropping two GBU-28 bombs, one of which scored a direct hit!
These things were not cheap, and Victor's points flowed out like water, gushing away.
After the bunker buster penetrated the ground, about 6 seconds later, thick smoke billowed out accompanied by powerful explosions!
The ground shook several times.
A corporal from Company B watched the scene in horror, swallowing hard. Indeed, technology was the primary productive force!
Soldiers behind him bumped into him, and hundreds of soldiers from Company A charged down toward the subway station—the huge, blasted open hole appeared like a "mouth," devouring the lives of soldiers!
The corporal saw a sergeant, full of fervor, shout and charge in with a squad machine gun. Quickly, gunshots rang out fiercely.