"Boss, won't this be too provocative to the Americans? It seems like we don't have a leg to stand on..." Casare said with a sheepish grin.
That's what he knew, in the sea area to the right of Maulipas State in Mexico, less than 60 nautical miles from the United States, this was indeed intimidation.
"Talking sense? I, Victor, recruit and buy horses, not for talking sense. Besides, living together in North America, why should we talk sense."
It sounds quite reasonable.
Indeed, befitting of the boss.
"Then, regarding the visit to the front line to console the troops tomorrow..."
Victor looked at his watch, he could still squeeze in an hour or two of sleep.
He stood up, turned to Casare and said, "Let's go, have breakfast, prepare some materials, and also, urge Goebbels to get the speech ready."
Fat Casare let out a wry smile.
He was destined to be a hard worker.
Guanahua State. Leon!
Ye Jihuan checked his watch, dressed in a sharp military uniform. The Northern Army's uniform was very Germanic, as if all the officers had high collars.
And high-ranking officers would even embroider the Mexican flag as a symbol.
At this moment, over two hundred people were kneeling on the main street, both men and women, actually all drug addicts.
"Ready!" He saw it was six o'clock, and there was already light on the horizon, the sun climbing up.
Ye Jihuan was still too kind.
Allowing this bunch of scum to see the sun of the next day!
Following his command, the machine guns behind him rattled and swept away the two hundred people. Run?
Heh, when they were captured, their Achilles tendons were cut.
With what could they run?
They could only let tears fall like rain, screaming in agony.
"Victor, you'll not die a good death!!!" A Cyclops cursed loudly before breathing his last, covered in bullet holes.
"Chop off his head and hang it! Grind the body into pieces and press it into the Christian Church, dare to curse the General, I'll make sure he can't find peace even in death." Ye Jihuan said with a stern face, with a wave of his hand, two soldiers rushed forward, blades up and down, the head was severed.
Zhang Ziqiang shrank his head a bit, "Brother Huan, do we really have to lick boots ?"
"Working means licking the Boss's boots, how else to get a raise and a promotion? We can't go back to our country now, do you want to be pinned to the ground right out of the plane? Just follow the General, don't think about anything else."
Zhang Ziqiang's eye twitched.
Damn, you can chant 'loyalty' even better than a Korean.
He looked at the over two hundred corpses on the ground, this wasn't the first batch, but the 5th batch, which means Ye Jihuan had killed over a thousand people!
Zhang Ziqiang still remembered the looks in many people's eyes before they died, resentful, pleading, hateful, and mad, and even now, he still felt a shiver throughout his body.
"Brother Huan." He suddenly called out.
"You... aren't you afraid that their ghosts will come looking for you?"
Ye Jihuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the other person's expression, and quickly raised his hand and slapped it directly on the other's head: "Ghosts? Ghosts my ass, I've been a virgin for 30 years now, with a clean body, carrying 5.56mm rounds, and a Boss behind me with a caliber of 400mm, also missiles, what kind of ghosts can withstand that?"
"Also, I believe in Taoism, I have been to Longhu Mountain, and I even have a Taoist title."
"Firepower Real Man, Caliber Hermit, and you talk to me about ghosts?"
"Pah, get out of here, what nonsense is in your head."
Zhang Ziqiang looked at Ye Jihuan spewing nonsense, scratching his head.
"When I believe, I call it 'Amitabha,' when I don't believe, I call it feudal superstition."
"I think you, kid, haven't been smacked with the iron fist of criticism. You will deal with these corpses for me today, and get the ground cleaned up! The air is filled with the smell of blood, it attracts insects."
Zhang Ziqiang could only shrink his head and nod vigorously, "I hear you."
"Humph, get it done quickly!"
"Day in and day out, always spewing bullshit."