Zacatecas is situated on an altiplano more than 2700 meters high.
Many basic infrastructures are missing, and frequent power outages are common.
The entire city lost power, and the only entertainment facilities, such as bars, had to close down unsatisfactorily.
Alvaro Valdo was drunk as a skunk at the door.
He recklessly urinated in the street.
When passersby crossed his path, he arrogantly sprayed them with his "hose," and those with bad tempers rolled up their sleeves ready to hit him.
But this guy was shameless and arrogant, "Hit me! Come hit me! If you hit me, tomorrow I'll go to your house and screw your wife! I'll have people take turns with her!"
Although many were angered by these words, they really didn't dare to touch him.
The arm of Alvaro Valdo was tattooed with a North American crested falcon, which is Mexico's national bird and symbolizes the power of the "Original Residents" of Zacatecas State, a totem.
It means that he belongs to a traditional tribe of this state.
They commit all sorts of evil: robbing homes, growing drugs, raping women.
With the advantage of the terrain, they are practically emperors of the land.
There could be over a hundred families in the Philippines controlling economy and politics, yet in Zacatecas, these tribes are the real rulers.
Moreover, due to intermarriage, the relationships are not exactly great, but they are also not at the point of killing each other, they exclude all outsiders, so... ordinary people really dare not provoke them.
The provoked individual was finally pulled away by friends.
Alvaro Valdo let out a triumphant weird shout, tucked away his "bird" and staggered elsewhere to cause trouble; as long as he wished, he could do whatever he wanted!
Stumbling in a "drunkard's walk," he stripped off his clothes, screaming and waving in the street, and with a sudden bowel urge, squatted on the spot and began to defecate...
Right there on the street.
He didn't feel embarrassed at all...
That's just how an alcoholic behaves.
Having relieved himself and was about to pull up his pants, wipe? Wipe what...
Since it was pitch dark due to the power outage, no one could know.
The sky brightened as if it were day!
He looked up in confusion, finding the sky blinding!
His buttocks felt chillingly cold.
A frenzied siren resounded across the city.
He was groggy, and with a gust of wind, his gaze cleared from confusion.
He started to run, but his pants weren't fully up yet; he slipped, failed to keep his balance, and fell right into his own shit, almost "yue" out but didn't have time to get up.
Then, the roaring sound of engines echoed from the skies.
Alvaro Valdo looked up, his pupils constricted.
He saw a dozen or twenty large planes in the sky.
Berlin's exclusive BGM "A Kiss before the Avalanche" started playing.
"The Northern Army is here!!!"
He yelled at the top of his lungs, not even sure why he was shouting; perhaps it was just fear...
Many people frantically ran out from their houses.
Some wrapped in bedsheets, some just in underwear, and even women bare-skinned ran out.
They started to flee for their lives!
A sharp and piercing whistling sound echoed above.
The Northern Army began dropping bombs!
Seen from above, the people looked like tiny ants.
Solid Burning Bombs were dropping as if they cost nothing (indeed they didn't); Alvaro Valdo was running swiftly, his drunkenness had vanished, and his liquor-induced madness was no longer acting up.
At least he did not rush towards the bombs.
But there was no escape.
Two bombs dropped less than thirty meters in front of him.
"OMG!" Alvaro Valdo could only muster these few words as his pupils reflected a fireball rushing toward him, engulfing him in an instant.
There wasn't even a scream.
Explosions erupted one after another, and intense fires lit up the entire city.
Heart-wrenching screams echoed as figures clawed their way out of the sea of fire, their faces unrecognizable, with fire coming out of their mouths, noses, and even eyes, leaving trails of fresh blood on the ground.
Just two steps later...
The body collapsed with a crash.
The entire body was smoking heavily, already lifeless.
Napalm bombs form a gel-like substance when encountering cold air. Napalm bombs are a type of bomb filled with gelled gasoline, the fuel inside is a gel-like substance made from gasoline and other chemicals. This gel becomes thicker in cold air, forming a layer of gelatinous substance12.
Napalm bombs create high-temperature flames upon explosion, flinging flames around with temperatures reaching approximately 1000 degrees Celsius.
The burning agent sticks to other objects and burns for a long time, up to ten minutes.
This burning agent consumes nearby air and oxygen rapidly when burning in the air, producing large amounts of nitrogen monoxide, causing suffocation.
The fire cannot be extinguished, blown by the wind, the entire city fell into a frenzy of flames...
Meanwhile, in Delemon, Guadalajara State, just 30 kilometers southwest of the capital Zacatecas, this small town of about 12,000 people was mostly asleep.
A huge explosion roused them all, thinking another armed force had invaded, just like when the Northern Army came with that same sound.
"Don't be scared, don't be scared!" a woman holding her two children sat on the bed, gently patting their backs and soothing them, but her eyes were also full of fear.