The bigwigs all frowned in unison as everyone turned to look at Victor.
"Great! Great! Truly excellent!" Emperor Victor laughed angrily, "I want to see just who is so carefree."
Saying this, he stormed towards the tent.
The closer he got, the stronger the smell of alcohol became…
Lifting the tent flap, the scene inside caused him to glare in fury!
Seven or eight men lay sprawled on the ground, completely unconscious from drinking.
Victor's Golden Finger swept over a Lieutenant Colonel.
Born in Guadalajara in 1955.
Joined the Mexican Army in 1978.
Later attended advanced military training in New Mexico and served as the deputy commander of the Sonora State National Guard, leading an uprising in the mid-1990s!
So, he was one of those who "brought their own provision into the group"!
In the campaigns to the north and south, many people surrendered at the sight of an army, some fought bravely like Vasili of the 336th unit, who now served as the deputy commander of the Marine 4th Division, but there were also many who were unsuitable to lead soldiers. Their military authority was reduced to some degree, and they were assigned to secondary positions.
Had they not still had some value in united front work, they would have been told to get lost long ago.
"Drag him out and drench him with water!"
Someone grabbed them and started dragging them out, throwing them into the rain. The seven or eight men were dead drunk, with only two or three barely opening their eyes. Their sobriety hit them when they saw Victor standing there with a grim face, making them shiver and unsteadily stand up.
"Bring me a whip! Strip them of their uniforms." Victor stretched out his hand and a subordinate passed him a horsewhip. Special Service agents eagerly stripped the men's clothes and held them down.
Victor lashed out with the whip, tearing skin and drawing blood on a Major's back, who could not help but let out a pitiful scream.
The commotion was huge, and many in the tent craned their heads to witness the spectacle.
"That's for drinking alcohol in the army!"
"The second time, for lewd conduct!" Victor continued whipping furiously, swearing vehemently, "The third time, for neglect of duty."
"Do you handle things , leaving two children out in the rain?"
"The Mexican people are my friends and family. Are you bullying them, or are you bullying me?!"
"I won't dare again, General, never again," the Major cried out.
The pain from the whip was real.
The other two people next to him clenched their fists, consumed by fear, bowing their heads, and with eyes filled with terror.
"Do you still remember our troop's slogan? You two, say it!" Victor pointed at the two of them and demanded loudly.
"For the state, for the people, to fight for the freedom and liberation of our nation!" both men shouted in unison.
Victor went forward and dealt each of them a lash with the whip.
"This isn't just a slogan; it must deeply root itself in our team. Our army exists to liberate the people oppressed by drugs; we are not the oppressors. We come from the people, and to the people we shall return!"
Victor's angry shouts echoed far and wide.
The settled civilians could hear everything very clearly. They looked at each other, some confused, some blank, and some... stirred.
"Uncle... Uncle, please stop." A little girl suddenly came over, tugging at Victor's clothes and whispered, "It could kill someone."
"You three are dismissed on the spot, and the five over there are handed over to the military court for strict and swift processing."
All of them were cleared out.
Those who were whipped had looked pitiful, but upon hearing this, they weren't sure whether to cry or laugh, at least they were not going to jail.
Enter the military court with the highest leader's orders; at least two years of confinement, right?
Neglect of duty could be taken quite seriously.
They should be grateful they sobered up quickly due to their strong tolerance to alcohol.
The sky's rain slowly lessened.
The thunderstorm was like...
A woman's temper, coming fast and leaving just as quickly.
Victor turned his head, noticing many civilian faces watching, peeking out, and some even stood on tiptoes in the distance to see.
After all, he is a high-ranking official by name and can attract attention in any country.
"My compatriots, if it weren't for my arrival today, I would not have known that there were such cancers within our ranks. In the future, if you encounter soldiers who do not abide by regulations, feel free to report them to the local military. A soldier who errs will have his crimes intensified!"
"The era of the drug traffickers reigning supreme during the Popovich Puppet Government and the corrupted police collecting protection money will be a thing of the past!"
"Mexico will not have slums; there are no third-class citizens. You too can contribute to this country's construction. No one is entitled to lord over you!"
His words immediately stirred up emotions. If it were just empty talk, perhaps no one would believe him. But just now, he had publicly lashed a few officials in front of an audience.
Food Supervision Officer: Such a familiar scene!
I'm borrowing your heads for a moment.
Victor needed to liberate the lower classes and then use the numerical advantage of the population to create an economy. Those in the slums were all excellent "workers." Of course, they would receive due treatment, which certainly wouldn't be low.
To let farmers also become valuable!
During the Popovich era, control over the Northern radio communication was very strict. In their eyes, Victor was like a torrential beast, just like North and South Korea viewing each other as fools.
The crowd fell silent…
Out of nowhere, a voice shouted, "Long live General Victor!!"
George Smiley's sharp eyes saw a "familiar" figure flash by in the distance. He looked at Casare nearby; Fat Casare watched him with righteousness and even nodded in his direction.
Victor also got a bit carried away, "Long live the people!"
A National Palace staffer captured this scene in a photograph.
By tomorrow, it would be on the front page of the "Workers' Party Newspaper."
The headline was already decided.
"Long live the people!"
These were the writers nurtured by Victor.
In the old days, they were called the mouthpiece.
Some say this is glorification…
No, this is the voice the people are eager to hear. Mexico's sheep need a wolf to lead them to distance realms!