The darkness gave me black eyes.

But I used them to not see the shit on the ground!

“Shit!”

Lian En, with his baby face, stepped into something sticky and almost threw up. He vigorously rubbed his army boot on a moss-covered stone nearby, looking at Fritz Klingenberg beside him, “Sergeant, how long are we going to be crawling around in this little woods?”

They belonged to the 221st Regiment of the 1st Sea Cavalry Division. After a surprise raid from Quiquira for hundreds of kilometers, their squad was sent to the front to scout out the enemy...

Not eating well and not sleeping warmly is one thing...

But the problem is, we keep stepping in poop. Are there Indians nearby?

Fritz Klingenberg was about to say a few comforting words when he saw a soldier running over with his back hunched over, “Sergeant, enemy situation discovered on the road!”

He was shocked, “Go!”

He led his men to the side of the provincial road, reaching a small protruding stone pack, just in time to see a soldier lying prone. Hearing the movement, the soldier turned his head.

“What did you find?” Fritz asked quickly.

“Looks like a transport vehicle, but not military, it's the police.” The soldier handed him the binoculars. Fritz squatted down and looked through them, seeing a pickup truck about two hundred meters away, with the words “Merida Police Department Escort!” written on it.

There were two armed men beside the truck, and their attire was a bit comical.

They weren't wearing military uniforms, looked timid, holding AKs in their hands, cautiously looking around...

“Sergeant, should we eat them up?” Lian En asked in a low voice.

Fritz Klingenberg narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, “You take two people and go around to the right. After I open fire here, you charge, try to capture one alive.”

“Understood!”

He nodded to two people, and they quickly moved positions with their backs hunched over.

He decisively shouted and pulled the trigger, firing a burst.

The police-uniformed man didn't even react, was shot in the back, screamed, and fell to the ground. The two armed men were lucky, the bullets were blocked, and they lay on the ground when they heard the gunfire.

There was still someone inside the car. A fat man pushed open the passenger door and was about to run down...

A burst of bullets came over and killed him on the spot.

“Charge!”

Fritz Klingenberg jumped up and rushed out of the small woods, followed by his comrades, spraying bullets.

Lian En also led his men down.

In less than two minutes, the battle was over...

“Sergeant, there's still one alive.” A corporal dragged a man by the collar from the side. He was trembling all over, his face pale, “Don't kill me, don't kill me, please, I have elderly parents and young children, my wife and children are waiting for me at home.”

Fritz Klingenberg frowned, looking at the man's posture...

Although drug dealers also wet their pants and beg for mercy when they are caught, but... the other party didn't look like a fierce bandit.

Appearance reflects the heart, there is a basis for this.

In ancient times, ugly people couldn't even become officials...

“Who are you people? Tell me everything, and I'll let you leave.”

The other party was stunned, and nodded hastily, telling everything he knew.

It turned out that he was "hired". The Merida government recruited him for 200 US dollars a day, gave him a gun. Seeing there was money, they joined the army.

Speaking of this, he couldn't help complaining, "But it was said that it would be paid once a day, but when we asked for money, they all said it would be given to our family. It always feels like they are not keeping their word."

“Okay, then why are you leaving the city?”

The other party shrank his head, “I was pulled in to transport things, I don't know whose it is, but it must be someone with power in Merida.”

“What things?”

“I… I don't know, they are all locked in boxes.”

Fritz Klingenberg nodded, looked at Lian En, who ran to the back of the transport truck to check.

“Fuck!”

“Sergeant! Sergeant!”

Suddenly a scream.

Fritz's face changed, and he ran over quickly, seeing the other party standing there dumbfounded, pointing at the wooden box. He climbed into the car and took a look.

The scene in front of him was golden and dazzling, almost blinding him.

A huge gold nugget comparable to a child was lying horizontally inside, at a glance, it must weigh hundreds of kilograms!

In 1992, gold was about 95.64 pesos per gram.

Assuming it is 100 kilograms here, that is 9,564,000 pesos.

Converted into US dollars, it is equivalent to five million US dollars!!!!!

Fritz Klingenberg's body was shaking. He looked at the car, and there were two more boxes of the same size, which added up to more than ten million.

“Gulp~”

Lian En next to him swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and smiled shyly at Fritz who looked over, “Sergeant, this… how do we deal with this?”

“Don't think wildly!”

Fritz Klingenberg frowned, “You must remember military discipline, the military court is not so fun.”

The other party shook his head hastily, “Of course I know, otherwise, should we contact the company headquarters now?”

This thing is really hot to hold.

“Wait a minute.”

Who knew that Fritz stopped him, a wild look in his eyes, but his tone was very calm, “I want to do something big first.”

Lian En looked at him, puzzled.

“We put on their clothes, and then, infiltrate Merida, directly occupy the city hall, what do you think?”

?????

Are you kidding me?

Right?

Lian En wanted to use laughter to cover up his embarrassment, but when he saw the other party's eyes, he shivered, “Sergeant, we only have 10 people…”

“What are you afraid of, didn't you hear the news from the prisoner? They have started to recruit men, and the drug dealers have already run away, which means that the defense force is limited and the vigilance is not high, they are all ordinary people who have not received training.”

“Secondly, even if we pull this gold back, at most it will be a collective second-class merit, at most a little money will be rewarded, but if we capture Merida and make them surrender, then… it's only a matter of time before we have stars on our shoulders!”

The last person who dared to do this was in Germany during World War II, and was directly promoted to division commander by Little Mustache.

Fritz Klingenberg looked at the other party's tangled eyes, and lowered his voice, “Fortune favors the bold!”

“I remember that you have a girlfriend in your hometown, and her parents are more snobbish? If you make a contribution, who can look down on you.”

“Let's do it!”

Lian En was immediately excited, with an impulse to return home in glory and slap the old man in the face.

“Okay, let's put these gold in the car first, it can't run away.”

The two got out of the car, Fritz Klingenberg looked at everyone, and then looked down at the frightened man, narrowed his eyes and leaned over, “Do you want to live, fellow?”

!!!!!

......

Half an hour later, that is, around three o'clock in the morning.

A beam of light shone from a distance, and the surrounding area was pitch black, making it particularly lonely.

Under the lead of the "captive", they didn't take the main road into the city, but a slightly more secluded path. He was still trembling, "The Merida city government is on the mountainside in the city center. If we go in from the main road, it will take a long time and we might even encounter patrol cars."

"How's the security in the city?"

The captive raised his head and glanced at him when he heard the question, then shook his head, "Very bad. People die every day, especially after Cancun fell. There was also killing, burning, looting here."

"Don't worry, we, the government army, are here and will stand up for you."

Fritz Klingenberg patted him on the shoulder.

The captive gave a sheepish laugh, "Then... what will happen to someone like me?"

"Don't worry, we will be lenient with those like you who were coerced. Moreover, if you help us and make a significant contribution, maybe... when the land is distributed to your family, you can get a little more, maybe... maybe you can even become an official?"

Become an official?!

The captive's spirits lifted, and he was finally not so muddle-headed.

Lian En glanced at his squad leader and secretly gave him a thumbs up. His silver tongue could bring the dead back to life. Even if he didn't become a soldier in the future, he could become a salesman.

"We're at the checkpoint."

The soldier driving said. Everyone looked over.

"It's okay, don't worry about it, there's no one there." Who knew the captive would wave his hand, "Those who were loyal and dutiful died on the front lines long ago. Those who were afraid of death left Merida long ago. Now there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled left. Sir, don't hesitate, just rush through."

The car fell silent. "You seem very excited?"

The captive was startled and gave a timid, sheepish laugh.

Although he didn't say the reason, everyone knew it was because the pie in the sky really "tasted good."

As he said, there was no one at the guard post at all. It felt like it had been abandoned for a long time. The transport truck swaggered into Merida. They didn't see many people along the way. It was deserted.

It was impossible to tell...

That this was a tourist city.

They drove towards their destination. They encountered patrol pickup trucks along the way, but they passed each other without any other action.

They arrived at the city government unimpeded.

"So... that's it?" Lian En said, wide-eyed.

"Maybe the drug dealers in Merida thought we wouldn't launch a night raid."

A comrade said in an incredulous tone.

That was the only reason they could think of.

It was too smooth, so smooth that it was a little unbelievable.

Fritz Klingenberg touched his face, gritted his teeth, "Get out of the car! Life and death are predestined, wealth is in the hands of fate. Whether we can get promoted and make a fortune depends on today."

"Go!"

He said, pushing open the car door, ready to get out.

"Officer, officer, if I... if I go with you, can you give me a little more when the land is distributed?"

"I'll write a report and get you 1 more acre, and a shop!"

The captive's breathing became heavier, his eyes were red, he looked left and right, and saw an AK on the back seat.

"Give him the gun."

Lian En hesitated for a moment, but still handed him the weapon.

The other party awkwardly pulled the bolt, the wrong way around, "Attack the mayor, divide the land!"

With that, he pushed open the door and rushed towards the brightly lit city hall.

There was a small security room at the door. There were originally three security guards, but they were sound asleep. The captive kicked open the door and sprayed bullets at the beds!

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat...

He was really efficient.

"Squad leader, giving him the gun, will there be a problem?"

"What are you afraid of! Charge, take the city hall, liberate Merida!"

Fritz Klingenberg yelled strangely and led his men into the city hall.

The sudden gunfire was very loud in this deserted space.

Anatoly Magellan, who was resting in the inner room of the top-floor office, suddenly opened his eyes, startled. He jumped up and ran to the table to pick up his submachine gun.

He stared nervously at the door.

His eyes were still different sizes.

The gunfire was getting closer and closer, and they were already exchanging fire with the security guards.

"Damn!"

Anatoly Magellan cursed, his mind blank.

What's going on?

Could it be that someone came to the city hall to rob?

Or, someone wanted to kill him and surrender to the government army?

He finally remembered that he couldn't stay in the office, he had to run quickly, but when he opened the door, he saw a familiar security guard running frantically down the corridor, rat-tat-tat...

He screamed and fell to the ground.

Anatoly Magellan's face turned pale, and his body shrank back. As he retreated, his foot tripped and he fell to the ground.

At this moment, the door was kicked open, Fritz Klingenberg came in with a gun, and was about to shoot when he heard the other party shout:

"Don't kill me, I surrender!!!"

......

Outside Merida, headquarters.

Colonel Gunther Lütjens, commander of the 1st Marine Cavalry Division, looked a little haggard, with bloodshot eyes. Obviously, he was under a lot of pressure.

Indeed...

Rear Admiral Karl Dönitz gave him the credit for "Merida". This was the capital city. If he did a good job, promotion would not be a problem. Therefore, he wanted to do a good job.

It would be best...

If he could avoid damaging the basic infrastructure inside.

Thump, thump, thump ~

Urgent footsteps interrupted his thoughts. He moved his gaze away from the Merida map, frowning, his mood a little bad.

"Commander, commander..." The accompanying staff officer ran in anxiously, very excited.

"Charlie, you better give me some really good news."

Colonel Gunther Lütjens rubbed his temples with one hand, walked to the table, picked up the coffee that had already cooled down and drank it all in one gulp, mainly because he was really thirsty.

"Merida has been liberated!"

"Pfft...!!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The coffee in the other party's mouth sprayed out immediately. He choked and coughed violently, raised his head, "What did you say? Cough... liberated? We haven't even sent troops yet."

"When the 221st Regiment was scouting ahead, one squad infiltrated the Merida city government and captured its mayor, Anatoly Magellan. He has announced his surrender!"

!!!

Whose subordinate is this?

So brave?

Gunther Lütjens' face flushed with excitement, and he repeatedly said "Good! Good! Good!"

He also reacted, "Order the 221st Regiment to immediately enter Merida, control the main roads and urban areas, the 222nd Regiment to guard outside the city, and report the good news to Rear Admiral Karl Dönitz!"

Military merits are reported layer by layer.

Unless it is a direct subordinate department.

"Also, I want to see that squad leader, I want to recommend them for merit!"

This heaven-sent achievement is rare in the world!

It is no exaggeration to say that just by relying on this, without losing a single soldier, his position as the commander of the 1st Division would have to be moved up.

Are these subordinates?

These are the parents who provide food and clothing for promotion!

And when the good news of the liberation of Merida spread...

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

......