Chapter 482: Comparing your background with mine, who do you think you are?!
Monclova, Coahuila.
The 4th Regiment of the 337th Army rested here after returning from Texas.
Although the main battlefield was in the San Diego area, the performance in the border conflict was still very eye-catching, especially the battalion where Felix was located. He and his soldiers held the canyon and withstood the heavy bombardment of an entire . regiment, killing more than 1 enemies, and his own death rate was as high as 300%!
The high ground was in danger several times, and Felix Gonzalez led his men to counterattack several times, but the goddess of luck took care of him and he did not have any injuries on his body, not even a scratch.
After the reinforcements arrived, it was impossible for the US military to capture the high ground. This was a rare highlight in the "Battle of Texas".
Of course, it’s also possible that the Texans…
Don’t want to work for the United States?
After the war, the 4th Army Headquarters awarded him the first-class wartime merit and applied to the headquarters for the Knight's Medal.
"Batalion Commander! Battalion Commander!"
Just as he was packing his luggage, his deputy came running in, excited, holding a newspaper in his hand, "We've been published in the newspaper. Look, our story is published in the latest edition of the Mexican Army Newspaper, and it also says that we are the heroic battalion in the 4th Army."
Felix looks more resolute than before. He has long lost his childishness and his eyes are bright and energetic!
He took the newspaper, glanced at it casually, and handed it back.
"Captain, why are you unhappy?"
"It's just empty fame. What's there to be happy about? Many brothers didn't come back. The living people just helped them see the honor, that's all."
After hearing this, the adjutant's enthusiasm also faded a little, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared. He watched the other party packing his luggage, stuffing canned food and a lot of military rations into his backpack, and even put a monkey head doll in it, "Battalion Commander, are you going to..."
"Thierry's home is in a village below Monclova. I'll go and see it."
The adjutant half opened his mouth when he heard the name.
Thierry Sanchez, the youngest soldier in the battalion, was less than 17 years old. He was very young and was originally not eligible to join the army, but when the recruiters went to his hometown, he changed his age.
He was very small, probably just over 160cm tall, with a smile on his face all day long. He was very hardworking and enthusiastic. Felix saw that he was a mature boy, and since there was not much age difference between them, he made him a guard.
During the Battle of Texas...
In order to protect Felix, he died and was shot into a sieve by a machine gun without even leaving a last word.
The only thing he left behind was this:
"I hope my brother grows up quickly. I hope he can go to school and live a good life. He doesn't have to worry about drug dealers bullying us anymore. He told me that he wanted a doll. Hehehe, next time I go back, I will definitely buy him the best one."
"I'm not here, you're in charge of the entire camp, make sure nothing goes wrong."
The adjutant nodded, "I understand."
Seeing the battalion commander carrying a bag, he hurriedly said, "Take two people with you. If there is something, we can help each other. There is something unsettled in the city..."
Felix frowned and nodded.
During the war, places like Durango, which are close to the front line, are actually the most likely to experience "smashing and looting". Although the National Palace has cracked down severely, some ruffians and scoundrels will still make a comeback.
This group of people are evil and dare to do anything.
The adjutant called four soldiers to accompany Felix out. As they left, he grabbed the last lieutenant and put the gun into his pocket.
"Is it that serious? Deputy Battalion Commander."
"The battalion commander is very important. Watch carefully and make sure there is no mistake."
He is a shrewd man. Although Felix did not reveal his identity, he can still tell from some clues that his battalion commander has a complicated identity!
Seeing the deputy battalion commander's nervous look, the other party also responded cautiously.
We got on the Hummer and headed towards a place outside Monclova called "Tashkurgan Village".
The transportation in Mexico is very underdeveloped, and people basically rely on buses. In old Mexico, you could even see people robbing people on the road.
It’s much better now…
At least they will come secretly.
On that muddy mountain road, you can see a sign that says, "Robbery of military and government vehicles is illegal!"
After nearly two hours of bumpy ride...
Finally, we saw the "Tashkurgan Village". When Felix got out of the car, his legs were weak...
Almost vomited.
This road is too difficult to walk on!
"Where...are you from?"
At the entrance of the village, there was an old man in short sleeves, carrying a hoe and smoking a tobacco pipe.
"Old man, do you know where Thierry's home is?"
Felix took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over and asked.
"Thierry? Are you...his comrades-in-arms?" The old man took the cigarette and looked the other person up and down and asked.
"Yes, let's go to his house and take a look."
"Did something happen to Thierry?" the other person suddenly asked. Seeing Felix's face stiffen, he immediately sighed, "His mother is working in the fields. I'll take you there."
"Thank you."
Felix asked someone to carry a backpack and follow the other person, walking towards a field not far away. The closer he got, the faster he felt his heart beating!
Seems to be timid...
He licked his lips, thinking about how to start.
This was the first time he visited the home of a fallen comrade as a chief officer.
"Tatiana!"
The old man was standing at the edge of the field shouting loudly. Felix looked out and saw two figures, two large and one small, bending in the distance. When they heard the voices, they all turned their heads in unison.
Seeing the person on the edge of the field, he walked over in confusion.
"There is only one male left in his family. Thierry's father was working in the city and was hit by a car and killed. The compensation was 300 pesos." The old man pointed with a finger, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
About 15 dollars?
"Isn't this bullying? What happened next..." a soldier couldn't help but ask.
"When you broke in, he was found to be dealing drugs, and his entire family was beaten to death."
"People who bully the poor should be beaten to death. It's a good death!"
The old man nodded, "They are the only ones left at home, their widowed mother and Thierry's grandmother. The family is poor. Although the government waived tuition and miscellaneous fees, it is definitely not possible to educate two people. Thierry signed up to join the army. Unexpectedly..."
When he said this, he sighed somewhat uncomfortably. After all, they were from the same village and he had watched them grow up. He must have felt very uncomfortable.
When Thierry's mother Tatiana saw several men in military uniforms standing on the edge of the field, her face turned pale!
His steps became weak and he collapsed to the ground in an instant.
The half-grown boy and another old woman nearby hurriedly supported her.
Felix and a few others rushed down and quickly helped her up. There were a lot of things she wanted to say when she came here, but now they were stuck in her throat and she didn't know how to start.
"Aunt…"
"Thierry? Where's Thierry, how is he? Where is he hurt? Is he in the hospital?"
A mother’s biggest “concession” is that she hopes her child is still alive, even if he or she is seriously injured, but at least he or she is still alive.
Tears rolled down Felix's eyes, and he didn't dare to look up at the other person.
Tatiana's eyes went dark and she passed out.
The grandmother was struck by lightning and collapsed to the ground.
"Quick! Carry it back!"
...
Inside the house, the women who came after hearing the news helped, whispering comfort and sobbing.
Felix stood at the door with some depression. He saw his brother sitting on the bench. He was biting his lips and his eyes were red, but he was trying hard not to let his tears fall, but he kept wiping his eyes.
Felix walked over, touched his head, took out a doll from his backpack and handed it to him, "You... your brother asked me to give you a doll. He said you like it the most."
Wow!
The other party burst into tears instantly, but wiped away the tears:
"Don't cry... My brother said, don't cry, dad is gone, we are the men of the family from now on, don't cry."
He pretended to be strong, but in the end he couldn't bear the sadness!
Felix didn't know how to comfort people, he just had red eyes.
"Sir, please come in for a moment." A woman ran out and said.
He walked in with gritted teeth. The house... was very small, not even 50 square meters, but the air was filled with a musty smell that was a bit uncomfortable.
There is garbage piled up in every corner...
Poor people can’t bear to throw it away.
On the bed, Tatiana lay, struggling to sit up when she saw him.
"Aunt…"
Tatiana's eyes were filled with tears, which was painful to watch. She grabbed Felix's hand. Her hand was very rough and you could feel the calluses inside, but she was only 40 years old.
"I just want to know how Thierry died. Was he...was he brave on the battlefield? Was he brave?"
When Felix heard this, he suddenly felt an electric current flashing in his mind, making his scalp numb instantly!
"He's brave, he's a hero!"
"That's good, that's good. General Victor helped us stand up. We don't have to be exploited and insulted anymore. He still needs soldiers. My little son, even though he is only 10 years old, he can still fight for Mexico. He also fights for the general!"
Felix felt very aggrieved and ashamed. He lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at the other person.
I finally understand why those who fought in the war and became officials would rather die outside than go back. When you go back, you find that none of the fellow villagers you took with you have returned.
The pride in my heart is like being ripped out of my heart!
Tatiana held his hand and kept talking about the help the country had given him, but the more she did so, the more uncomfortable it made him feel.
Maybe she was tired, she gradually fell asleep. When Felix walked out of the house, he saw the old man who led the way was still outside. He took out a stack of money from his pocket and said, "The army pension will be paid in two days. Please take care of them for me with this money. If you have any questions, you can call me. This is my business card."
"it is good!"
"I will take credit for Thierry and when the time comes, I will come again."
The old man agreed, looked at the name on it, and put the card in his pocket.
Felix walked over and touched his brother's head. The latter held the candy in his hand and whispered:
"Eat some candy, my brother said, it won't be bitter if you eat some candy."
On the battlefield…
Thierry said the same thing.
Felix and his party did not leave the village until the evening. The whole car was filled with a dull atmosphere.
After returning to the camp, he locked himself in his office.
I took out a pen and wrote an article.
《Mom, please be proud of me! 》
The lights in the office were on all night.
In the next few days, Felix, as the chief officer, had a lot of things to do. The casualties had been gathered, and he needed to provide psychological counseling to some soldiers in the camp.
So busy that my feet never touch the ground.
One day in late April.
He was training when the communicator told him that someone called him, said to be from "Tashkurgan Village".
He ran back to the office and picked up the phone, "Hello, this is Felix."
There was silence on the other side for a long time.
Then he said tremblingly and carefully, "I'm Heinz." Perhaps because he was afraid that the other party didn't know, he added, "My brother is Thierry."
"Oh, hello, hello, I know." Felix responded quickly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong at home?"
"No, no." Heinz said quickly, "I just have a question. The village chief wanted to call, but my mother wouldn't let me. I couldn't help it, so I called you secretly."
"You ask."
"Yesterday, someone from the town government called and asked my mom to go collect my brother's pension. We went there by car. He gave us 15 pesos and told us that we had to pay taxes. He took 6000 pesos from us. The village chief thought it was wrong and said a few more words. The official was very fierce and said that we didn't understand and asked us not to stay because he was very busy. I... I want to ask, do we really have to pay this 6000 pesos?"
Perhaps he was afraid that the other party would think he said something wrong, so he quickly said, "I... I don't think we shouldn't pay it, we should! It's just that with these 6000 pesos... we can buy a lot of fertilizers, and I can also repair my father's grave."
15 pesos?
6000 tax? ! !
Felix's eyes instantly turned red, and his whole body was shaking, but he tried his best to keep his voice steady, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
"Thanks…"
After hanging up the phone.
Felix grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground, then kicked the table so hard that it tilted.
"Fuck it!"
The adjutant who came in upon hearing the news was at a loss as to what to do.
"Everyone assemble urgently! Bring your weapons and equipment, and take the machine guns on the Humvees! Damn it!"
"Captain, what's wrong?"
"Do you know how much Thierry's pension is? 15 pesos, and those who pay the pension have to collect 6000 in taxes? "Corruption! The corruption has brought my soldiers to justice!"
"If I don't kill them today, I'm not Gonzalez!"
The adjutant was stunned and his mind went blank.
Mexico’s pension standards are very strict. For example, Thierry was a private and received a one-time compensation of 60 pesos, which is roughly equivalent to 8 US dollars at the post-war exchange rate!
There is also a condolence fund for each soldier's family, which is approximately 10 pesos.
Enough for a family to live a good life in Mexico.
嗏
Only 15 pesos are issued, and taxes are still imposed?
What the hell!
"calm down…"
"Calm down! I won't stop until I kill a few people today!"
He went downstairs in a rage, and the communicator blew the whistle for an emergency assembly, asking all personnel to go downstairs carrying their weapons.
Three minutes later…
The remaining 700 people in the battalion were standing.
"Let's go! To the regiment headquarters building!"
He took the lead and rushed forward with his men. When the soldiers from other battalions saw this scene, they were all confused.
"Surround them, not even a mosquito is allowed to fly out!"
"Guards, follow me!"
He led his men to the "Pension and Relief Office" above the regiment headquarters. People who saw him on the way wanted to say hello, but when they saw his expression, they didn't dare to speak.
boom!
He kicked the door open and saw five people sitting inside, which scared them.
"Captain Felix? What are you doing?" the eldest major asked with a frown.
"Heimdall, let me ask you, why didn't my fallen soldiers receive the full amount of the pension stipulated by the Ministry of Defense?!"
When the other party heard this, he immediately understood. He looked at the soldiers behind him who were watching eagerly, then looked at his colleagues who were waiting at the door, and smiled, "Go away, there's nothing to see."
He turned to Felix and said, "Sit down and let's talk about this slowly. Berry, go and close the door."
One of the subordinates responded.
"Why turn it off? It's open! There are things that can't be said face to face!" Felix roared.
The guard pushed the other person, pulled the bolt of his gun, and glared at him rudely.
Heimdall's face darkened and he slammed the table, "What are you doing? This is the government building..."
"What do I want to do?"
The other party laughed angrily, grabbed the major's hair, and whipped him left and right, "How dare you suck the blood of soldiers, how dare you embezzle pensions!"
"Ouch, ouch, stop hitting me, stop hitting me."
"stop!"
There was an angry shout outside the door, and then the lieutenant colonel deputy commander walked in, "What are you doing!"
"Captain, he hit me...he hit me." Heimdall shouted loudly with his face swollen.
"I want an explanation as to why my soldier's pension is not correct!"
The deputy leader's face changed, he glared at Heimdall fiercely, took a deep breath, "Let him go first, why don't you talk about it in a nice way."
"Impossible! If you don't give me an explanation, I will kill him today!"
"Captain, save me!" Heimdall, the logistics officer, cried.
The deputy head of the group twitched his face and glanced at his subordinates. The latter was tactful enough to go out and drive away the onlookers.
"Felix, I know you're angry, but we're not the only ones who are asking for this money. Let's give you a share of what we have, and let's leave it at that."
Felix laughed out of anger, "Okay, okay, you guys form a group, right..."
"Don't be ungrateful. What can you do? Do you think it's just us? Let me tell you, there are people in the Ministry of National Defense, and there are people working in the army, divisions, regiments and other places. Who do you think you are? Take the money and get out!"
"Who do you think you are? I have someone above me!"
Felix was immediately pissed off. He raised his foot and kicked the deputy captain away, then stepped on his head hard.
He looked down at the other person with red eyes.
"What, Felix, are you going to rebel?"
"Let go of the leader!"
The subordinates subconsciously drew their guns, and the guard soldier also pulled the bolt to confront him.
The atmosphere gradually became grim.
"Compare your background with mine?"
"Do you know what my name is?"
"Felix Gonzalez!"
"Casare Gonzalez is my brother, the general is my godfather, and Defense Secretary Kennedy calls me his brother. Who are you? Comparing with me?"
"Today, no one can save you, I said!"
He pulled out his gun, pointed it at Major Heimdall and pulled the trigger!
Bang bang bang bang bang…
All the bullets are used up!
I feel refreshed!
……
(End of this chapter)
Monclova, Coahuila.
The 4th Regiment of the 337th Army rested here after returning from Texas.
Although the main battlefield was in the San Diego area, the performance in the border conflict was still very eye-catching, especially the battalion where Felix was located. He and his soldiers held the canyon and withstood the heavy bombardment of an entire . regiment, killing more than 1 enemies, and his own death rate was as high as 300%!
The high ground was in danger several times, and Felix Gonzalez led his men to counterattack several times, but the goddess of luck took care of him and he did not have any injuries on his body, not even a scratch.
After the reinforcements arrived, it was impossible for the US military to capture the high ground. This was a rare highlight in the "Battle of Texas".
Of course, it’s also possible that the Texans…
Don’t want to work for the United States?
After the war, the 4th Army Headquarters awarded him the first-class wartime merit and applied to the headquarters for the Knight's Medal.
"Batalion Commander! Battalion Commander!"
Just as he was packing his luggage, his deputy came running in, excited, holding a newspaper in his hand, "We've been published in the newspaper. Look, our story is published in the latest edition of the Mexican Army Newspaper, and it also says that we are the heroic battalion in the 4th Army."
Felix looks more resolute than before. He has long lost his childishness and his eyes are bright and energetic!
He took the newspaper, glanced at it casually, and handed it back.
"Captain, why are you unhappy?"
"It's just empty fame. What's there to be happy about? Many brothers didn't come back. The living people just helped them see the honor, that's all."
After hearing this, the adjutant's enthusiasm also faded a little, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared. He watched the other party packing his luggage, stuffing canned food and a lot of military rations into his backpack, and even put a monkey head doll in it, "Battalion Commander, are you going to..."
"Thierry's home is in a village below Monclova. I'll go and see it."
The adjutant half opened his mouth when he heard the name.
Thierry Sanchez, the youngest soldier in the battalion, was less than 17 years old. He was very young and was originally not eligible to join the army, but when the recruiters went to his hometown, he changed his age.
He was very small, probably just over 160cm tall, with a smile on his face all day long. He was very hardworking and enthusiastic. Felix saw that he was a mature boy, and since there was not much age difference between them, he made him a guard.
During the Battle of Texas...
In order to protect Felix, he died and was shot into a sieve by a machine gun without even leaving a last word.
The only thing he left behind was this:
"I hope my brother grows up quickly. I hope he can go to school and live a good life. He doesn't have to worry about drug dealers bullying us anymore. He told me that he wanted a doll. Hehehe, next time I go back, I will definitely buy him the best one."
"I'm not here, you're in charge of the entire camp, make sure nothing goes wrong."
The adjutant nodded, "I understand."
Seeing the battalion commander carrying a bag, he hurriedly said, "Take two people with you. If there is something, we can help each other. There is something unsettled in the city..."
Felix frowned and nodded.
During the war, places like Durango, which are close to the front line, are actually the most likely to experience "smashing and looting". Although the National Palace has cracked down severely, some ruffians and scoundrels will still make a comeback.
This group of people are evil and dare to do anything.
The adjutant called four soldiers to accompany Felix out. As they left, he grabbed the last lieutenant and put the gun into his pocket.
"Is it that serious? Deputy Battalion Commander."
"The battalion commander is very important. Watch carefully and make sure there is no mistake."
He is a shrewd man. Although Felix did not reveal his identity, he can still tell from some clues that his battalion commander has a complicated identity!
Seeing the deputy battalion commander's nervous look, the other party also responded cautiously.
We got on the Hummer and headed towards a place outside Monclova called "Tashkurgan Village".
The transportation in Mexico is very underdeveloped, and people basically rely on buses. In old Mexico, you could even see people robbing people on the road.
It’s much better now…
At least they will come secretly.
On that muddy mountain road, you can see a sign that says, "Robbery of military and government vehicles is illegal!"
After nearly two hours of bumpy ride...
Finally, we saw the "Tashkurgan Village". When Felix got out of the car, his legs were weak...
Almost vomited.
This road is too difficult to walk on!
"Where...are you from?"
At the entrance of the village, there was an old man in short sleeves, carrying a hoe and smoking a tobacco pipe.
"Old man, do you know where Thierry's home is?"
Felix took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over and asked.
"Thierry? Are you...his comrades-in-arms?" The old man took the cigarette and looked the other person up and down and asked.
"Yes, let's go to his house and take a look."
"Did something happen to Thierry?" the other person suddenly asked. Seeing Felix's face stiffen, he immediately sighed, "His mother is working in the fields. I'll take you there."
"Thank you."
Felix asked someone to carry a backpack and follow the other person, walking towards a field not far away. The closer he got, the faster he felt his heart beating!
Seems to be timid...
He licked his lips, thinking about how to start.
This was the first time he visited the home of a fallen comrade as a chief officer.
"Tatiana!"
The old man was standing at the edge of the field shouting loudly. Felix looked out and saw two figures, two large and one small, bending in the distance. When they heard the voices, they all turned their heads in unison.
Seeing the person on the edge of the field, he walked over in confusion.
"There is only one male left in his family. Thierry's father was working in the city and was hit by a car and killed. The compensation was 300 pesos." The old man pointed with a finger, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
About 15 dollars?
"Isn't this bullying? What happened next..." a soldier couldn't help but ask.
"When you broke in, he was found to be dealing drugs, and his entire family was beaten to death."
"People who bully the poor should be beaten to death. It's a good death!"
The old man nodded, "They are the only ones left at home, their widowed mother and Thierry's grandmother. The family is poor. Although the government waived tuition and miscellaneous fees, it is definitely not possible to educate two people. Thierry signed up to join the army. Unexpectedly..."
When he said this, he sighed somewhat uncomfortably. After all, they were from the same village and he had watched them grow up. He must have felt very uncomfortable.
When Thierry's mother Tatiana saw several men in military uniforms standing on the edge of the field, her face turned pale!
His steps became weak and he collapsed to the ground in an instant.
The half-grown boy and another old woman nearby hurriedly supported her.
Felix and a few others rushed down and quickly helped her up. There were a lot of things she wanted to say when she came here, but now they were stuck in her throat and she didn't know how to start.
"Aunt…"
"Thierry? Where's Thierry, how is he? Where is he hurt? Is he in the hospital?"
A mother’s biggest “concession” is that she hopes her child is still alive, even if he or she is seriously injured, but at least he or she is still alive.
Tears rolled down Felix's eyes, and he didn't dare to look up at the other person.
Tatiana's eyes went dark and she passed out.
The grandmother was struck by lightning and collapsed to the ground.
"Quick! Carry it back!"
...
Inside the house, the women who came after hearing the news helped, whispering comfort and sobbing.
Felix stood at the door with some depression. He saw his brother sitting on the bench. He was biting his lips and his eyes were red, but he was trying hard not to let his tears fall, but he kept wiping his eyes.
Felix walked over, touched his head, took out a doll from his backpack and handed it to him, "You... your brother asked me to give you a doll. He said you like it the most."
Wow!
The other party burst into tears instantly, but wiped away the tears:
"Don't cry... My brother said, don't cry, dad is gone, we are the men of the family from now on, don't cry."
He pretended to be strong, but in the end he couldn't bear the sadness!
Felix didn't know how to comfort people, he just had red eyes.
"Sir, please come in for a moment." A woman ran out and said.
He walked in with gritted teeth. The house... was very small, not even 50 square meters, but the air was filled with a musty smell that was a bit uncomfortable.
There is garbage piled up in every corner...
Poor people can’t bear to throw it away.
On the bed, Tatiana lay, struggling to sit up when she saw him.
"Aunt…"
Tatiana's eyes were filled with tears, which was painful to watch. She grabbed Felix's hand. Her hand was very rough and you could feel the calluses inside, but she was only 40 years old.
"I just want to know how Thierry died. Was he...was he brave on the battlefield? Was he brave?"
When Felix heard this, he suddenly felt an electric current flashing in his mind, making his scalp numb instantly!
"He's brave, he's a hero!"
"That's good, that's good. General Victor helped us stand up. We don't have to be exploited and insulted anymore. He still needs soldiers. My little son, even though he is only 10 years old, he can still fight for Mexico. He also fights for the general!"
Felix felt very aggrieved and ashamed. He lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at the other person.
I finally understand why those who fought in the war and became officials would rather die outside than go back. When you go back, you find that none of the fellow villagers you took with you have returned.
The pride in my heart is like being ripped out of my heart!
Tatiana held his hand and kept talking about the help the country had given him, but the more she did so, the more uncomfortable it made him feel.
Maybe she was tired, she gradually fell asleep. When Felix walked out of the house, he saw the old man who led the way was still outside. He took out a stack of money from his pocket and said, "The army pension will be paid in two days. Please take care of them for me with this money. If you have any questions, you can call me. This is my business card."
"it is good!"
"I will take credit for Thierry and when the time comes, I will come again."
The old man agreed, looked at the name on it, and put the card in his pocket.
Felix walked over and touched his brother's head. The latter held the candy in his hand and whispered:
"Eat some candy, my brother said, it won't be bitter if you eat some candy."
On the battlefield…
Thierry said the same thing.
Felix and his party did not leave the village until the evening. The whole car was filled with a dull atmosphere.
After returning to the camp, he locked himself in his office.
I took out a pen and wrote an article.
《Mom, please be proud of me! 》
The lights in the office were on all night.
In the next few days, Felix, as the chief officer, had a lot of things to do. The casualties had been gathered, and he needed to provide psychological counseling to some soldiers in the camp.
So busy that my feet never touch the ground.
One day in late April.
He was training when the communicator told him that someone called him, said to be from "Tashkurgan Village".
He ran back to the office and picked up the phone, "Hello, this is Felix."
There was silence on the other side for a long time.
Then he said tremblingly and carefully, "I'm Heinz." Perhaps because he was afraid that the other party didn't know, he added, "My brother is Thierry."
"Oh, hello, hello, I know." Felix responded quickly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong at home?"
"No, no." Heinz said quickly, "I just have a question. The village chief wanted to call, but my mother wouldn't let me. I couldn't help it, so I called you secretly."
"You ask."
"Yesterday, someone from the town government called and asked my mom to go collect my brother's pension. We went there by car. He gave us 15 pesos and told us that we had to pay taxes. He took 6000 pesos from us. The village chief thought it was wrong and said a few more words. The official was very fierce and said that we didn't understand and asked us not to stay because he was very busy. I... I want to ask, do we really have to pay this 6000 pesos?"
Perhaps he was afraid that the other party would think he said something wrong, so he quickly said, "I... I don't think we shouldn't pay it, we should! It's just that with these 6000 pesos... we can buy a lot of fertilizers, and I can also repair my father's grave."
15 pesos?
6000 tax? ! !
Felix's eyes instantly turned red, and his whole body was shaking, but he tried his best to keep his voice steady, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
"Thanks…"
After hanging up the phone.
Felix grabbed the phone and smashed it to the ground, then kicked the table so hard that it tilted.
"Fuck it!"
The adjutant who came in upon hearing the news was at a loss as to what to do.
"Everyone assemble urgently! Bring your weapons and equipment, and take the machine guns on the Humvees! Damn it!"
"Captain, what's wrong?"
"Do you know how much Thierry's pension is? 15 pesos, and those who pay the pension have to collect 6000 in taxes? "Corruption! The corruption has brought my soldiers to justice!"
"If I don't kill them today, I'm not Gonzalez!"
The adjutant was stunned and his mind went blank.
Mexico’s pension standards are very strict. For example, Thierry was a private and received a one-time compensation of 60 pesos, which is roughly equivalent to 8 US dollars at the post-war exchange rate!
There is also a condolence fund for each soldier's family, which is approximately 10 pesos.
Enough for a family to live a good life in Mexico.
嗏
Only 15 pesos are issued, and taxes are still imposed?
What the hell!
"calm down…"
"Calm down! I won't stop until I kill a few people today!"
He went downstairs in a rage, and the communicator blew the whistle for an emergency assembly, asking all personnel to go downstairs carrying their weapons.
Three minutes later…
The remaining 700 people in the battalion were standing.
"Let's go! To the regiment headquarters building!"
He took the lead and rushed forward with his men. When the soldiers from other battalions saw this scene, they were all confused.
"Surround them, not even a mosquito is allowed to fly out!"
"Guards, follow me!"
He led his men to the "Pension and Relief Office" above the regiment headquarters. People who saw him on the way wanted to say hello, but when they saw his expression, they didn't dare to speak.
boom!
He kicked the door open and saw five people sitting inside, which scared them.
"Captain Felix? What are you doing?" the eldest major asked with a frown.
"Heimdall, let me ask you, why didn't my fallen soldiers receive the full amount of the pension stipulated by the Ministry of Defense?!"
When the other party heard this, he immediately understood. He looked at the soldiers behind him who were watching eagerly, then looked at his colleagues who were waiting at the door, and smiled, "Go away, there's nothing to see."
He turned to Felix and said, "Sit down and let's talk about this slowly. Berry, go and close the door."
One of the subordinates responded.
"Why turn it off? It's open! There are things that can't be said face to face!" Felix roared.
The guard pushed the other person, pulled the bolt of his gun, and glared at him rudely.
Heimdall's face darkened and he slammed the table, "What are you doing? This is the government building..."
"What do I want to do?"
The other party laughed angrily, grabbed the major's hair, and whipped him left and right, "How dare you suck the blood of soldiers, how dare you embezzle pensions!"
"Ouch, ouch, stop hitting me, stop hitting me."
"stop!"
There was an angry shout outside the door, and then the lieutenant colonel deputy commander walked in, "What are you doing!"
"Captain, he hit me...he hit me." Heimdall shouted loudly with his face swollen.
"I want an explanation as to why my soldier's pension is not correct!"
The deputy leader's face changed, he glared at Heimdall fiercely, took a deep breath, "Let him go first, why don't you talk about it in a nice way."
"Impossible! If you don't give me an explanation, I will kill him today!"
"Captain, save me!" Heimdall, the logistics officer, cried.
The deputy head of the group twitched his face and glanced at his subordinates. The latter was tactful enough to go out and drive away the onlookers.
"Felix, I know you're angry, but we're not the only ones who are asking for this money. Let's give you a share of what we have, and let's leave it at that."
Felix laughed out of anger, "Okay, okay, you guys form a group, right..."
"Don't be ungrateful. What can you do? Do you think it's just us? Let me tell you, there are people in the Ministry of National Defense, and there are people working in the army, divisions, regiments and other places. Who do you think you are? Take the money and get out!"
"Who do you think you are? I have someone above me!"
Felix was immediately pissed off. He raised his foot and kicked the deputy captain away, then stepped on his head hard.
He looked down at the other person with red eyes.
"What, Felix, are you going to rebel?"
"Let go of the leader!"
The subordinates subconsciously drew their guns, and the guard soldier also pulled the bolt to confront him.
The atmosphere gradually became grim.
"Compare your background with mine?"
"Do you know what my name is?"
"Felix Gonzalez!"
"Casare Gonzalez is my brother, the general is my godfather, and Defense Secretary Kennedy calls me his brother. Who are you? Comparing with me?"
"Today, no one can save you, I said!"
He pulled out his gun, pointed it at Major Heimdall and pulled the trigger!
Bang bang bang bang bang…
All the bullets are used up!
I feel refreshed!
……
(End of this chapter)
