Chapter 1104: Chapter 552: Haiti, Your Savior Has Arrived!

Haiti!

That’s just a pile of crap!

It’s the world’s first independent black nation, well… that’s about its only glorious history, changing seven or eight presidents in ten years, and the capital Port-au-Prince is home to damn near a hundred thousand, even hundreds of thousands of gang members.

The people can only eat dirt…

And they’re literally eating dirt!

The international community has given this country a lot of money, and then what…

Duvalier, that son of a bitch, damn you, you dog bastard, I X your grandma’s leg, at least 99% of it was embezzled.

The corruption of the bureaucratic system, the wailing of the underclass, and the revelry of the gangs, create a scene unique to Haiti.

If you have a ladder, you can look outside, in those beheading videos: three Mexicans, two Latin Americans, one Asian, and the rest are probably Haitians.

It’s simply unbearable to watch!

Violence has displaced 360,000 people, 5.4 million face famine, and the healthcare system has collapsed.

In the capital, there’s not even a single intact building…

As for trying to use world armed forces to suppress the locals?

Heh heh heh…

What’s here?

If you had oil, you could even attract the U.S. Military, Peru at least has guano, what do you have here?

The pay isn’t worth the income, people aren’t all dumbasses.

Even the later comers thought it’s hopeless.

However…

The Haitian people finally caught the attention of the Savior of Latin America, the opponent of hegemonism, the Great Leader of Mexico, Victor!

The drug traffickers and criminals on top are all considered “nutrients”.

At approximately 3:21 a.m. on February 16, 1993!

Two Whidbey Island-class Landing Ships from the First Regiment of the Sea Cavalry Division of the Mexican Navy, set sail from the Naval Base in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, towards Haiti under the cover of night.

Carrying 650 fully armed Marines, accompanied by 12 LCM6 mechanized landing craft and 13 AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicles.

They are the vanguard, quickly seizing the deep-water harbor at Port-au-Prince, providing an advantage for upcoming forces entering Haiti.

The commander of the regiment is Major Fritz Klingenberg, the hero who infiltrated Mérida with 11 men and seized the city hall. (Chapter 495).

After the war, he was honored with the title of Special Battle Hero, the first soldier to receive this title.

He was awarded the Diamond Double Sword Silver Oak Leaf Knight’s Iron Cross Medal!

Victor and Casare personally received him.

They held lectures at more than 20 universities, inspiring many highly educated talents to join the military.

The military initially intended for him to serve as a propaganda ambassador at the back.

After all, the role at the rear seemed more important than on the front lines, but Fritz Klingenberg didn’t want that, he wrote 7 battle request letters consecutively.

Ultimately, he went to the front lines after Victor intervened.

After the expansion of the Mexican Marine Corps, he was quickly promoted to the rank of Major and became the commander of the First Regiment of the Sea Cavalry Division.

Ding dong—

A sound rang out on the Whidbey Island-class Landing Ship, it was the Marine Corps’ motto:

“From Sea to Ashore, We Claim the Unforgiving.” —— (From the raging sea to the scorched earth, we conquer all unyielding places!)

“Victor bless you all!”

500 soldiers boarded the LCM6 mechanized landing craft, landing towards Port-au-Prince under the cover of the night, and 10 AAVP-7A1 amphibious armored vehicles crossed the sea providing fire support.

At this hour…

Who’s not asleep?

There are indeed people not sleeping!

For example… smuggling ships.

The eastern coast of Port-au-Prince in western Haiti is the territory of 400Mawozo, mainly smuggling blood and human organs to the United States, kidnapping missionaries for ransom, and of course, foreign tourists.

Those who say in short videos that Haitians don’t kidnap foreign tourists, are all big fools.

Foreign tourists are the big catch.

Women are even sold to American brothels!

At this moment, a fishing boat is docked, and more than twenty gang members are loading blood onto the boat, along with several large boxes, from which you can hear the sound of people sobbing—

On the dock, a black man with a front tooth looking like a potato is smoking, urging everyone to speed up with a lot of jabbering.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, he senses something moving on the dark sea horizon.

He picks up a flashlight curiously, turns it on to the maximum, and scans the distance.

His eyes widen suddenly!

The cigarette in his mouth drops to the ground, and he is so terrified that his scalp goes numb.

“Enemy! Enemy!!! There’s an enemy on the sea!!!”

He screams sharply, and the gang members on the cargo ship freeze, but once they gather their wits, they panic immediately and pick up their rifles…

“open fire!! (Open fire!)”

The M2 heavy machine gun on the LCM6 mechanized landing craft starts to roar.

This thing never goes out of style!

Bang bang bang—bang bang bang—

You’re comparing firepower?

You’re a damn gang, I’m the Regular Army here.

The cargo ship is sprayed with bullets…

Click click click click…

Like a man who hasn’t changed underwear for a long time—all holes.

In an instant, the dozen or so gang members on the ship are shot dead and fall into the sea, the lucky ones are on the dock and run for their lives when they see things going south.

Loyalty?

When you’re dead, there’s nothing!

The LCM6 mechanized landing craft quickly reaches the shore, and Marines secure the dock.

“Send a squad to search the cargo ship, everyone else advance 500 meters to build a defense line.”

Major Fritz Klingenberg, the commander, gives the order, holding a PRC-148 radio.

The Marine Corps was funded lavishly by the Military Department, except for a few airborne units, nearly 20,000 in the Sea Cavalry Division were all equipped with individual area networks.

Through commanders and lieutenants, orders were relayed to each soldier, much like a large orderly local area network.

Other units…

If your squad leader has communication equipment, your unit is considered elite.