On June 30th, the weather was very sultry.

The crows perched on the tree branches were also agitated, cawing around, their scarlet eyes darting about.

Bang—

A soft noise, and the already tense and uneasy crows squawked loudly and flapped their wings as they flew away.

And below, in the square.

The 6 Military Inspectors of the U.S. Military's 82nd Airborne Division were all lying in a pool of blood.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! James, we're schoolmates." The major dressed in LGBT style fell to the ground, a bullet in "her" thigh, shouting in terror, still waving his hands vigorously.

He regretted it...

James Gavin invited all the Military Inspectors of the 82nd Airborne Division for a "meal," and when the turkeys were airdropped, he thought it was an apology, so he arrogantly came with his subordinates.

As soon as they entered...

The three in front were riddled with bullets, while he was walking at the back, luckily escaping unharmed.

Alas...

Still too young, this is the consequence of not studying history.

If only he had a shrewd advisor under him, he would know what a planned feast is; is this a meal you can casually eat?

James Gavin looked at him with disgust, decisively pulled the trigger, bang bang bang—

His marksmanship was good, hitting all in the forehead!

The Military Inspectors sent by The Pentagon... dead bodies in the command headquarters!

"Drag them out, drag them out." The adjutant shouted twice from the side, and a few officers in the room dragged the bodies away, but not before giving James Gavin hopeful looks, knowing what the commander was up to, and of course, feeling delighted.

Had enough of these bastards!

Military Inspectors are not like the Soviet Army's units, during World War II, people like these caught by the German Army were usually executed, in 1941 when the German Army swept the Eastern Front, the Soviet Army was defeated, Father's Order No. 227 commanded fight to the death and not retreat, but what was truly feared was the supervision team?

No! Absolutely not.

It was the war gods with blue hats; as soon as the charge sounded, they were the first to charge.

And the U.S. Military Inspectors, bullshit!

It's a wonder anyone found them convincing.

"Minister Nikolo, you see our sincerity, right?" The adjutant looked at the man sitting on the chair next to him, who was somewhat fat, with a potbelly, and his eyes almost squinting into a line, but don't underestimate him.

This man was the Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs of the Texas Republic!

Uh... even though he was the fourth Deputy Minister, he was still in a high and powerful position.

When they heard a division here was willing to "right the wrong," oh wow, President Paul Constantine Stuart nearly jumped up, immediately giving them a green light.

Hearing the adjutant's words, Deputy Minister Nikolo nodded with a smile, "We have never doubted your loyalty to the United States, Major General James, oh, no, Vice Admiral, from now on, you are the commander of the Texas 82nd Airborne Corps, expand your forces on the original basis, this is the appointment letter from the Presidential Palace."

He somehow produced an appointment letter with a seal in hand.

James Gavin's eyes lit up!

Vice Admiral Commander!

His heart skipped a beat, very tempted.

You should know that within the current system of the U.S. Military, it was very difficult for him to get promoted further, he wasn't a key figure in the "Golden Knights," he basically reached the peak, one of the reasons he agreed to join Texas.

"For me... thank Mr. President." He took it with both hands.

"Thank you, Minister Nikolo!" The adjutant reacted, moving closer, pulling out an anonymous bank card from his pocket and slipping it into the other's pocket.

"Why so polite, oh come on…" Nikolo pretended to frown.

"It's necessary, we'll need your help in the future." The adjutant smiled.

"Yude Wallace is your father, so you are a part of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there's no need for such formal talk."

Stepfather is still a father?

Adoptive father is still a father?

The words were polite, the adjutant understood, just smiling in agreement.

"The Military Department's order hopes you will recuperate in El Paso, restrain the main forces stationed in Southwestern New Mexico, and make them hold back, also don't worry about the military budget, the Texas Government is not short of money." Having received the money, Nikolo was willing to say more, hinting from time to time about whom his faction patrons were.

James Gavin wasn't a fool, nodding vigorously, "If needed, call me directly."

Nikolo nodded satisfied.

After the U.S. Military's 82nd Airborne Division organized their equipment, they advanced east into the territory of Texas, quickly severing connections with the U.S. Military's frontline command, and in the afternoon declared through the media, "Rebellion!"

In an instant, the world was shaken! Echoing in all directions!

In the City of Juárez.

The month-long heated battles had left the city in ruins, and at this time in the "City Square," on a hard-earned cleared piece of ground, flags fluttered, and the military splendor was overwhelming!

In front, stood many field and senior officers.

After the 179th Army held out for four days, continuous reinforcements from the Eastern Theater arrived, it was fortunate that "Warrior Bridge" wasn't blown up, otherwise... it would have wasted more time.

They watched the Eastern Theater Commander Goodrian on the podium with burning eyes, and he waved his hand, "Attack!!"

When the 82nd Airborne Division surrendered to the Texas Republic, actually the intelligence department already knew, no kidding, the Minister of Internal Affairs, Yude Wallace, was an insider, whatever files were on Paul Constantine Stuart's desk, Victor had the same information on his.

This was why, when the 82nd Airborne Division moved, no airforce bombing was dispatched.