The second Merida offensive and defensive battle was in a mess. Boss Suzano's six divisions rushed to the vicinity of Merida like a parade, but in the end they were completely defeated and retreated only once.

In the vast wilderness, the six escaped divisions left countless military equipment and supplies and completely collapsed. The most obvious ones were artillery, ammunition, communication equipment, and air defense weapons. These things were mixed in weeds and could be seen everywhere.

Disorderly escape did not allow more people to survive, but instead caused great casualties. Many people lost their organization and lacked the ability to save themselves in the wild. When the aurora legion's containment team arrived, they were thirsty and hungry, and most of them were unstoppable.

Raphael stood on the side of a road, staring at the dispersed enemy troops brought by his subordinates with expressionless face. After surviving the previous offensive and defensive battle between Merida, he was promoted to become a platoon leader of the security army. He had more than 20 people under him, specializing in the work of chores.

Most of the enemy troops who were taken in were unkempt and had a dull face. These two days, the surface of the Yucatan Peninsula was short of water, and those who were walking around were easily dehydrated and fell into a thirst state. If you were not lucky, you would go into shock.

The dull prisoner is ordered to explain his name, age, unit number, and the name of the superior officer. The enemy officers will be picked out and dealt with in particular.

The so-called "special disposal" is to be executed after interrogation and extortion. Because the Diago regime has a strong gangster nature, no one can be a good person. Raphael has sent away several platoon-level officers, and these people thought they would be treated preferentially, but they did not know that they were death.

Raphael was not at all unbearable to the officer who executed the enemy. After the early battles, he had asked for leave and sneaked back to Mexico City to find his wife and children. But he found nothing, and even the cellar where his wife was hiding disappeared, and a torch burned everything.

Unable to find any information to be pursued, Raphael returned to the army crying. His heart became cold and hard, and he had no fluctuations in killing the enemy.

"What's the name? Where is your home? What did you do in the past?" Raphael would 'chat' with them one by one. Often, he stood by the road and asked a few times, and decided whether the prisoner was valuable in just a few words.

The Mexican Front conveyed an order from the Hugo Legion Commander, vaguely telling the grassroots officers that the Legion does not want to contain too much useless "garbage". The so-called "garbage" is urban poor and gang members. In fact, the two are the same type of people.

Without education and no farming, such urban poor people will easily become gang members, otherwise they will not be able to survive. The Legion does not want such people with bad deeds and uselessness. The cost of renovating these people is too high, and execution is the easiest.

With Raphael's gesture, the captives were divided into two parts. They were embarrassed and trembling, and they knew in their hearts that only some of them could continue to live. In the wilderness where the wind blew, they trembled and waited for their destiny.

"On the order of Victor Hugo Commander, the useless people will be executed." With Raphael's wave of his hand, his soldiers shot at a row of prisoners. The prisoners on the other side were frightened and cried loudly, and were quickly kicked again.

"Drink some water and eat something. You can survive." Raphael walked slowly in front of the remaining prisoners in his military boots, and the blood was soaked in the soles of his feet, leaving blood marks. "You must be loyal to Victor and the Captain of Hugo, even if it is just superficial loyalty."

The alive prisoners either cried or kept nodding in front of food and water. Raphael didn't care whether they understood or not, and looked only in the direction of Mexico City in the distance.

Collect the prisoners, clean the battlefield, and pick up about six divisions of equipment for free. The entire Aurora Legion Mexican Front immediately replaced the cannons. When Zhang Hong's First Guard Regiment arrived, Rom had already advanced and approached Campeche, the last city controlled by the enemy on the Yucatan Peninsula.

So Campeche simply surrendered...

The building will collapse and everyone will escape. Although there is still a thousand kilometers away from Yucatan Peninsula to Mexico City, dozens of cities. However, no one can stop the Aurora Legion from the next journey.

Raphael's army of receiving troops slowly moved forward, basically as relaxed as an outing. The enemy troops encountered along the way either surrendered or abandoned. The biggest trouble of the Aurora Legion was how to feed the civilians left behind by the enemy. Those hungry mouths could swallow the same food as the mountain.

In Mexico City, thousands of miles away, it was so sad and cloudy. As a big boss, Suzano escaped by luck after experiencing the ups and downs, and finally there were a few loyal subordinates in the city who were willing to continue to surround him.

In the national palace, the zombie president once again summoned the cabinet and family members to discuss countermeasures. In the parliamentary hall, the president, who was thin and boned, called in a hoarse voice: "We have not completely failed. We still have the opportunity to maintain our foundation. The key is to raise food and money."

This time, even Suzano was drooping his head and dejected. The president on the rostrum called again and asked, "Suzano, how much do you pay?"

"I..., I'll pay 50,000 gold coins." Suzano hesitated for a while, as if he felt that he could add more, "I can pay another 500 tons of grain."

When the zombie president heard this, he was almost angry, "Suzano, do you think I don't know how much wealth you have? You have been greedy for the past two years, a hundred times more than this. It's time that you have only paid 50,000 gold coins and 500 tons of grain?"

If he is an ordinary person, it would be amazing to pay 50,000 gold coins. But Suzano has been rampant in Mexico in the past two years, and people from all over the country have tried to respect him. The wealth he has reaped is completely astronomical. A large number of people across the country are starving to death, but his family's food is so much moldy.

"But I really have no money." Suzano lost his tough momentum this time, but instead acted like a tantrum. He swore to the sky: "My money is spent on forming troops. Now we have lost nine divisions, and the huge amount of financial and material resources I have spent is gone. I really have no money."

The zombie president stared at Suzano who was about to lie on the ground. He could not imagine that this guy who used to be domineering became as disgusting as a snot.

"Suzano, you will get two million gold coins and 30,000 tons of food, which is the bottom limit." If the zombie president can do it, he really wished he could drag Suzano out and shoot him. But now he can only threaten and tempt him: "You take out these money and food, and I will give you the position of president."

Suzano was stunned for a few seconds when he heard this, but quickly shook his head and refused. Now anyone who is the president of Mexico faces a huge problem. The moment he sits on the throne is equivalent to being roasted on fire, so he should not be a president.

Boss Suzano refused to pay for the food, and the others in the parliament hall would not generously donate. As a result, the zombie president lowered his posture and almost begged everyone to save the country, but the powerful and powerful who had been lying on the country's body to suck blood without any response.
Chapter completed!