Aldous Wendell was furiously "posting" on the BBS.
Playing "armchair general."
Meanwhile, the 6,000-strong force supported by the Southern Government had penetrated deep into New Leon, with brigade commander Alex Phillips and his team having even night-climbed Abbotsford Mountain, which was merely about 200 meters high.
Watching the struggling "sun" trying to rise, he wanted to say something explosive, but in the end…
A fart erupted from his backside, and a lieutenant colonel standing behind him hadn't even climbed up yet; the blast blew his wig right off, leaving him awkwardly gazing at his colleagues below.
Alex Phillips had no idea his fart had caused such a "scene," looking down from above, he stretched out his hand, spiritedly proclaiming, "The Northern Army is a pushover, give me enough troops, and I'll reclaim New Leon, advance into Durango, and capture Victor alive!"
"The brigade commander is right, well said!"
The sycophants below clapped and shouted excitedly.
On their journey here, they had witnessed the Northern Army's lack of fight, crumbling upon contact; the southern part of New Leon, southeast of Monterrey, was nearly devoid of any presence from the Fourth Marine Division.
Alex Phillips was definitely feeling smug.
After all, he was dealing with Victor!
The tyrant of Mexico, defeating him would just prove a point—that he was the "War God" of Mexico!
Victor was just a product of media hype.
A gust of wind blew, and Lord Alex Phillips, lost in his dreams, shivered and tugged forcefully at his clothes, "Will we reach Monterrey by tomorrow?"
"With 200 kilometers to go and some heavy weapons, I'm afraid it's difficult."
After hearing this, Alex Phillips frowned, "Put the heavy weapons in the back, let the light infantry go first, I can't wait to see the welcome ceremony Monterrey has prepared for me."
"Let one battalion guard the heavy weapons at the rear, the other units move fast, and once we defeat the Fourth Marine Division, I'll put in a good word for you!"
Some people standing behind him felt his combat method was too aggressive; a steady approach was wiser, but nobody dared to speak up and remind him.
After the fleet was bombed and the Southern Government scolded him, prideful Alex nearly wanted to crawl into a hole, without knowing what hole to find.
Upon entering New Leon and finding the enemy easily crushed, his arrogance magnified instantly.
"The sky's the limit, I'm third in line...
Only fit to kiss my ass.
"I heard Victor's mistresses are beautiful; once captured, you guys get to enjoy them first!"
"Thank you, brigade commander!"
Alex Phillips laughed heartily, hands on his hips, as if he held a winning ticket.
Meanwhile, in National Mountain Park 160 kilometers northwest of Monterrey.
If satellites could see, they would find the area heavily guarded, bustling with soldiers!
The headquarters of the Fourth Marine Division was right there.
Inside a tented command post, the division commander Rommel, with his bearded face, eyes gleaming while looking at the map, looked almost ravenous.
The pressure was immense.
It made him, usually meticulous about his cleanliness, go without shaving for a long time.
Next to him, Chief of Staff Fedor von Bock felt the same, working hard to lure the Southern support troops.
"The 61st Brigade is 200 kilometers from Monterrey, once they're here, they can't run; we'll launch a pincer move at Bayesie and Cadreta, swallow them whole. If they hold Monterrey, we bombard them relentlessly. If they retreat, we'll have our forces hold Rimini and Monterrey Morelos tightly; these places are their only way out!"
"How many troops has the 61st Brigade positioned here?" Rommel's throat felt itchy as he grabbed a bottled water and opened it.
Fedor von Bock frowned, "Around one company, over a hundred men."
Rommel was just about to drink when he heard this, a question mark appearing above his head?
Setting the water aside, he took the intelligence report from the Chief of Staff, "One company? Is Alex Phillips looking down on me, or just throwing a smoke grenade?"
Fedor von Bock pondered, "Maybe he simply believes he'll succeed."
Rommel's left eyebrow twitched violently, turning back to the map, "Give me a pen."
A staff officer quickly handed him a marker.
"There's a bridge three kilometers west of Rimini, after we capture Rimini, blow up the bridge, cutting off their retreat path, then shift to Monterrey Morelos, a plain in sight; if they want to escape, they'll have to pass here, here, we fight them decisively! Consume their active forces, and then, New Leon and Tamaulipas will be devoid of any main forces!"
Fedor von Bock nodded, he agreed with the combat plan, "But if the troops advance on a large scale, surely the drug traffickers will notice..."
"Send the Parachute Regiment!"
"What about the 338th Regiment?"
A staff officer interjected, "They're resting in Saltio, the capital of Coahuila State."
"Get me the regimental headquarters!"
Far away, hundreds of kilometers away in the military camp at Saltio.
Colonel Kurt Student of the 338th Regiment sighed long and short over the map, strategizing with his Chief of Staff and deputy regimental commander.
"The 61st Brigade is nearing Monterrey, it's like fish on the chopping board, ripe for the taking, if a unit could pierce through their back...