The long border defense line is indeed troublesome!
The United States' regenerative capacity is too great.
"Can it be settled?" Victor asked just these three words. He wasn't entirely ignorant of military matters, but he was as if a web novel writer reading "Dream of the Red Chamber"—unable to produce anything significant.
"Goodrian's Eastern Theater has already started to reinforce Chihuahua State, and Coahuila State, which is close to Texas, has more mobilizable troops. Besides, General Alexeyevich Brusilov from Guadalajara has already deployed the theater's elite motorized infantry division swiftly towards Sonora State."
The Chief of Staff began to introduce the tactics to Victor, pointing at the map.
"Within four days, we can gather over 150,000 soldiers at Juarez and Chihuahua State!"
"Those Yanks want to advance like the Gulf War; it's not possible. Once we pinpoint their artillery positions, we'll bomb them and see if they can still provide artillery support."
Victor trusts him a lot, believing professional matters should be left to professionals.
Standing behind, Casare nodded seriously.
Victor saw this scene and couldn't help but smile, "What? You understand what you're hearing?"
Fat Casare awkwardly chuckled, "I may not understand, but I trust your vision, boss. Choosing Horatio as Chief of Staff is definitely the right decision."
"..."
Admiral Horatio couldn't help but glance at him, then immediately bowed his head to discuss the next steps with the person beside him.
Victor patted Casare's shoulder, and the two of them knowingly moved aside.
"Supreme Leader."
Suddenly, someone came over. Victor glanced and relaxed his face, "Fritz, what's up?"
A middle-aged man stood opposite, wearing a Vice Admiral's insignia.
Fritz Todt!
An old associate of Victor. One of the 200 people he brought out from Plateau Prison, the former logistics minister of the prison, and now Mexico's Minister of Military Supplies.
Known for his meticulousness, strictness, and integrity.
He is also one of the rare ones under Victor's command who climbed up from below. Among the earlier 200 brothers, quite a few slowly fell behind.
Victor harbors great goodwill towards the old-timers.
"Come, sit down and talk first."
Casare first pulled a chair and patted Fritz Todt's shoulder.
"The production capacity of our country's 17 munitions factories has been saturated, but the frontline ammunition, bullets, medicines, bandages, and other supplies cannot keep up..."
Fritz Todt was somewhat distressed, "Mexico's industrial system is still too weak."
Mexico highly relies on European and American markets, with low investment in technology research and development. Its industrial structure remains mainly in mid-to-low-end manufacturing, and its high-end industry chain has yet to fully form.
Many things have to be imported.
Even though Victor later issued the "Industrial System Initiative" internally, it still takes time.
"I think we need external aid," Fritz Todt said in a low voice, "We are now fighting against America's drug trafficking, hegemonism, and discriminatory extremism for Ren Lian. I think Brazil and Asian partners can support us industrially."
Victor slapped his forehead...
It makes sense!
China's industry is unbeatable... Although there may be issues with high-end precision fields, making bandages, body bags, medicines, bullets, etc., is not a problem, relying on their industries can fully support Mexico.
"Will they help us?"
Casare hesitated and asked, "If the United States collapses, we would be the biggest beneficiaries. Asia may not step in, but Cuba is only a few hundred kilometers away from us."
He stopped at the right time.
Some words cannot be said too explicitly, as they are not conducive to unity.
Just like Ding Wei's degraded graduation thesis.
At any time, national interests and ethnic interests should be placed above ideological beliefs.
Cuba...
May not see the rise of a "North American Leader" again.
With Casare's words, the atmosphere suddenly became delicate.
Because the current relationship with Cuba is really intimate!
Castro has publicly referred to Victor as his "brother" multiple times.
But since the American Civil War began...
The rhetoric has lessened significantly, and the situation between the two has become much more intricate.
"For thousands of years, everyone wants to be the leader, but after struggling back and forth, no one gets anywhere. Treat friends warmly like summer, treat enemies coldly like winter, that is my bottom line, and also our moral standard."
Victor slowly spoke, as if stating a fact.
"Rest assured, the U.S. can still hold out for a long time. With our current capabilities, it's impossible to destroy the U.S. via military means. Disintegration, collapse, turning into 50 countries, just like Europe, is the best outcome."
Pushed to the brink...
In case Defense Minister Norman Schwartzkopf issues a nuclear weapons order, would everyone die together?
Wouldn't that please our enemies?
"Let Cuauhtémoc make calls to both sides, hoping they can assist us. Price is not an issue."
"Alright," Casare responded.
Victor narrowed his eyes, touching his pocket, while Fat Casare handed over a cigarette and lit it for him.
"The strong don't need friends, the weak have no friends."
Casare and the Minister of Military Supplies: Fritz Todt glanced at each other and nodded simultaneously.
"Officer, officer, news from Juarez..."
The Chief of Staff burst in through the door.
Startled upon seeing the Supreme Leader sitting by the door, he immediately straightened up and saluted.