Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Girlfriend?"

"Yep!"

"Once you're back, I'll set you up with a matchmaker, and then, I'll officiate your wedding." Zorff Sherman said as he adjusted the parachute on his back, patting his shoulder.

The lieutenant, touched by his leader's gesture, was instantly moved, giving a salute in surprise.

"All of them are young and spirited."

The transport aircraft slowly glided.

The lieutenant, sitting in his seat, pulled out his pocket watch, gazed at his girlfriend's smiling face inside, with a flash of tenderness in his eyes.

"I will definitely come back with the most dazzling medal of honor to marry you!"

Zorff Sherman stood below, watching the aircraft soar into the clouds!

The transport took off from several coastal airports.

Taking advantage of the night!

Heading straight for the destination.

At 2:15 am!

When people are in their deepest slumber.

Ding Dong~

A chime resounded in the cabin, turning everything red.

"All right, lads, we're over San Benedicto Island now, check your equipment!" a major stood up, clapping his hands and shouting.

"The general and the people are watching us!"

"I am a warrior from the skies, and we will strike hard against invasion on Mexican soil!"

The aircraft doors opened slowly.

"May Victor bless you all!" said the captain's voice at that moment.

The wind outside was tremendous!

There was only the moonlight reflecting on the sea, but looking from high above, it was enough to make anyone with acrophobia or vertigo feel dizzy.

Being a paratrooper isn't for everyone.

Not far away, an IL-76 had opened its rear cargo doors; tanks and armored vehicles could be seen being air-dropped!

"Go! Go! Go!" the major pushed the captain who stood at the forefront. The latter took a deep breath, pulled down his tactical goggles, and jumped down!

Have you ever seen paratroopers at 2 am?

At such a time, a song should be playing, "Voice of Berlin."

The sky filled with parachutes drifting down through the night!

Night jumps reduce visibility and impede sight, increasing the risk of misjudging the terrain and landscape compared to daytime.

But just as the motto of the Royal Mexican Airborne Cavalry in their camp says: Paratroopers! Relish the danger!

Nearly a thousand paratroopers challenged the limits!

Boom!

A T-72 tank, unfortunately, along with a dozen paratroopers, were blown off course by the wind and plunged directly into the sea; once the parachute fabric touched water, it became incredibly heavy and dragged them under.

But at night, it was very difficult for anyone descending to notice, and even if they did, there was no time to rescue them.

The first soldiers to land crouched, skidded for a distance, then pulled out a dagger to cut the ropes and lowered the monocular night vision device on their helmet.

Tsk tsk…

Victor sure was willing to "spend points." The gear of these paratroopers alone was worth three army soldiers.

Indeed, the air force is wealthy, the navy is stylish, and the army is just old school...

The first soldiers to land jumped onto a BMD-1 airborne infantry fighting vehicle and immediately commenced battle.

The Spaniards of the Foreign Legion stationed on San Benedicto Island could never have expected visitors this late at night!

You're not sleeping at this hour?

But they were no ordinary fighters; at the sudden sound of the alarm, soldiers who had slept in their uniforms immediately sprang up, grabbed weapons from beside their beds, and ran out from the makeshift caves they had dug.

With good eyesight, by the light of the moon, one could see a dense swarm of figures emerge like ants!

The track of the BMD-1 airborne infantry vehicle charged unrestrained across the island. As a support weapon, its firepower was fierce; one shot from the 2A28 smoothbore gun blasted towards the front!

Without a second thought.

In the dead of night, it was all down to luck!

The vehicle's frontal machine guns opened fire, suppressing the Foreign Legion, while hidden artillery at the mountainside were exposed when their camouflage was lifted, and, with the officer's command, they fired in unison!
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Bombarding the Mexicans ahead!

But the elation didn't last long.

An armor-piercing high-explosive rocket "thump" crashed into the artillery position, flipping soldiers head over heels...

A huge fireball caused ammunition to detonate, and those Spaniards who couldn't escape were torn to shreds.

A white member of the Foreign Legion turned into a black man...

Not far away, two Mexican paratroopers dropped their RPG-29s, nicknamed the "Vampire" in the West, especially for tank busting.

NMD, they really brought every type of weapon.

Afraid of insufficient firepower.

They aimed their guns and advanced to another location.

Where paratroopers land is, of course, random, it's not an amphibious landing.

Quite a few landed on the back hill with "good" luck, and from behind, they delivered a surprise blow.

"Where are the enemies? Where are the enemies?" the commander of the Foreign Legion, tearing off his shirt in disarray, ran into the temporary command post.

The soldiers of the Foreign Legion were notoriously fierce, with combat prowess that stood the test of time. Unlike the famous French Foreign Legion, most of this unit was Spaniards, with only about a quarter foreign nationals. In exchange for lucrative compensation, they also bore the most difficult and dangerous tasks: charging at the forefront during offense, and covering the rear during retreat. Thus, this legion cultivated a combat style that was brutally fierce and valiantly courageous.

But!

The Foreign Legion had a history of mutiny.

They became a tool for Franco to maintain his rule, starting the rebellion in Monaco, rather notorious.

Many at home hearing their name.

Felt like a simple village hearing the name Popo, scared to the point of wetting themselves.