Originally, they were going to bomb the place at night, but it was too dark, and the bombers couldn't precisely locate their targets. If there were any friendly fire incidents, it would be a real tragedy, even more so than Walton Walker dying in South Korea.
The advantages of holding the high ground during street combat mainly manifest in three areas: control of sight, crossfire, and psychological dominance!
When you fire from above, the enemies below are frightened. If they can't withstand it, they will collapse.
You never know where the bullets are coming from.
The psychological pressure is immense.
"Command, give us another half hour, and we guarantee we'll take the Big Cathedral!"
There was silence on the other end, "Then you have one last half hour. If you don't succeed, prepare to bomb."
After releasing the radio, the Captain in command looked at the warriors inside the room, pulled back the bolt of his rifle, setting off a cascade of crisp clicks as the others did the same, chambering their rounds.
"Whether we can create an advantageous opportunity for the following troops in street combat, and whether we can stand proud before others, all depends on us now!"
"We won't rest until we've taken the cathedral!"
The company commander yelled, gripping his rifle as he charged forward, taking two or three steps up the stairs, and threw a hand grenade ahead as a pathfinder.
The Monterrey Cathedral plunged back into gunfire.
At this moment, the command of the 355th Regiment had already entered the city, setting up only four or five kilometers from the city center.
Colonel Sigismund William Lister felt overwhelmed.
At this point, the situation on the battlefield was completely out of his control.
Street combat is a test of individual soldier skill.
Whoever is tougher, owns Monterrey.
There was the sound of chaotic footsteps at the door, and he saw the deputy commander run in, "Commander."
"Four Fletcher-class destroyers, one Brownstein-class frigate, one supply ship, and four troop transports from the Southern Navy have entered Tamultas State through the Gulf of Mexico, and they will support the central Rebels."
Colonel Sigismund William Lister frowned as he took the report handed to him, which also included direct messages from the division command.
"Wasn't Abrego from the Southern killed in a bombing? They chose a new leader that quickly?"
"It's said that Abrego's three sons were at odds with each other, but in the end, none could overcome the others, and so they collaborated with a man named Arturo Desena, the new leader of Los Zetas who we've fought before, who used to be a Federal Deputy, now 23 years old!"
Drug traffickers are getting younger and younger.
Colonel Sigismund William Lister seethed with anger upon hearing this name. The defenders in the Emmisi Steel Factory were them.
If the Northern Army hadn't used...a bit of force.
They would have been wiped out by them.
"Four people can stabilize power?!"
"I don't know about that, but they have indeed sent troops, and if the Navy gets close to New Leon State, it could also deal us a blow."
"What does the division command suggest?"
The deputy commander opened his mouth, a strange expression on his face, "Let those reinforcements land, then amass forces and eliminate them!"
Colonel Sigismund William Lister nearly choked on his own spit.
"Who the hell came up with that shitty idea, which idiot..."
"The division commander..."
"Indeed, a genius! At sea, they call themselves the Navy, but on land, can they beat us? The division commander truly is a strategist."
The deputy commander's eyelid twitched. Indeed, why was he the commander?
Because he was brazen enough!
"So what does division command want us to do?"
"Add some pressure to Monterrey, force the reinforcements to rush to their aid!"
Colonel Sigismund William Lister nodded.
"Get our boys moving, attack!"
Meanwhile, Victor in Tijuana also received Rommel's "encircle and aid" plan.
He pictured it in his mind.