A small canyon town called "Akambaro" lies between Guanahua State and Mexico State.
It's only about 300 kilometers away from Mexico City!
And over 200 kilometers from the current location of the 3rd Marine Division!
Even the cannons can reach that far!
And the elite "1st Brigade" headquarters of Popovich is located here.
Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek of the British Army, with a cigarette clamped between his lips and a pungent odor about him, had apparently not bathed for quite some time…
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression numb, as if his heart had died.
When he heard the news that Aldous Wendell's forces in northern Guanahua State had been crushed and that he himself had even fallen in battle, he erupted into a torrent of curses.
Twenty thousand men!!
Even twenty thousand pigs wouldn't fall so easily!
Aldous Wendell was an amateur!
Before he could digest this piece of news, Popovich had been killed in the Presidential Palace…
My god, their father must be a pig, right?
Otherwise, how could he have spawned two idiots?
Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek could already smell the unease in the air... He didn't have the slightest impulse to "die for his duty" for the central pseudo-government.
He didn't know how much Mexico paid the United Kingdom, but the UK paid him seventy thousand US dollars a month!
He heard this news from a "classmate" who worked at the Department of Defense and was immediately infuriated.
So I'm just here to earn foreign currency!
But after calming down, he sent a report to the Department of Defense.
But they kept dragging their feet...
Still no reply till now!
Suddenly, Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek stood up, and the insects clinging to him flew into the air, their buzzing close to his ears. Angrily, he grabbed the satellite phone from the desk and dialed directly to Whitehall in London Westminster!
The only person who could contact him directly was Defense Minister John Hilly.
"Hello!" The voice on the other end was somewhat lazy, as if just awakened.
This set off Admiral Hastings once again, "John! What about my return report? Damn it, I can't stand it here anymore!"
There was silence on the other end, then a reply, "Hastings? Don't panic, it's being... "
"Damn it! You're not the one panicking. I'm about to be surrounded; I could wake up tomorrow with my head relocated. You tell me not to panic, you're sleeping cozy with a movie star, while my head's about to burst, sort it out for me today!"
Without fleeing now, it would be too late. After the Marine Corps 2nd Division breaks through the rear, the only option would be to launch an incursion into Michoacan State right now, but is that possible?
The Marine Corps 2nd Division, with 16,600 men, had been fending off the intense assaults from almost 80,000 men near Queretaro State and Guerrero State!
It's been 3 weeks now...
Not a single movement.
The enemy was too strong; Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek had personally observed the front line and saw across the Soster river, the enemy's anti-aircraft machine gun positions, artillery positions, and the dense soldier pits...
Without air support, relying solely on artillery, there was no way to get through, and as the soldiers tried to cross the river in small boats, they were shattered to pieces...
Below were piranhas...
Nothing left but bones!
Logistical support didn't arrive either, Mexico City was in chaos, with rumors of the wealthy fleeing and the poverty-stricken initiating zero-cost shopping sprees, while the front-line troops were nearly starving.
Every day, more men were deserting.
Hearing him speak this way, John Hilly too lost his composure, reflecting on their respective statuses.
"Admiral Hastings! Watch your tone, you are a British General, representing the Queen. You must know what you're doing; without orders, you may not retreat!"
"Then I'll surrender to Victor, taking my soldiers with me, and expect to be reported by me, you rat in the army, don't think I don't know about your outside affairs, your illegitimate child is still serving under me!" Admiral Hastings Aik Ojinlayek finished venomously and hung up the phone.
Listening to the dial tone, John Hilly, who was lying in his office cubicle for a nap, was startled and then sat up abruptly, his face starting to show panic. What a joke, an admiral surrendering?
Do you think we are France?
He redialed, but no one answered on the other end.
"Damn it! Damn it!" He threw the phone to the ground, the valuable satellite phone smashing into pieces. He rushed out of his office in panic. If this admiral surrenders, his position would certainly be at risk.
But the admiral's influence in the military was significant too, after all, the legacy left by his father, Claude John Ael Oglivie, the Army Marshal!
The military's weapons and equipment maintenance were contracted to private companies, and these high-ranking officials received kickbacks from such dealings, an enormous scandal.
If it were to leak out, it wasn't just the position at stake, but his life.
Thinking this over, John Hilly halted, his brow furrowed and a flash of ferocity in his downturned eyes, he stopped, picked up the phone on his desk and called the Director of the British Intelligence Bureau, Tahar Boggs.