Fedor von Bock's eyes sparkled, he took a deep breath and felt a surge of passion, shouting loudly, "Go south!"
"Go south!"
"Go south!"
Someone started yelling, and everyone joined in unison.
"By my command, artillery position fire!"
More than 100 various cannons started bombarding the border.
Leveling every mound with explosions.
Intense artillery combat erupted in the border area.
Meanwhile at the Monterrey headquarters.
It was unusually quiet!
Unexpectedly, the Northern Army had made a stealthy charge from the northeast, successively taking over three small cities. It might not seem like much, but it threw our line of defense into disarray.
The central region was left exposed.
"Quick, call the border troops back!" an American adviser demanded, his eyes wide, "We must withstand their assault."
Although drug traffickers aren't skilled in warfare, they understood that this Yank was certainly not a professional.
