"We absolutely cannot drag the troops into a counterinsurgency operation!"

This is the report sent by the Military Department to all front-line units.

Counterinsurgency operations themselves are completely different from regular military operations, and experience from such warfare is hard to apply in regular military confrontations, even major powers can be dragged down by them.

Just like the Soviet Union, during the Afghanistan War, its military expenditure reached up to 5 billion U.S. dollars a year. We cannot deny that their "dissolution" was due to internal reasons, but the external drag was also a significant factor.

This is one of the reasons why Victor didn't completely occupy New Mexico and California. Leaving aside whether it can be fully captured or how much would be lost, these two states combined cover nearly 800,000 square kilometers. How much armed force would be needed for stability there?

As for the current 200,000 square kilometers of occupied territory, Victor isn't forcing you to cooperate. If you don't like it, you can leave. This is called "encircling three sides leave one" in military strategy. When there's a path to escape and a choice, very few people would stay and clash with the Mexican Army.

But if you follow the "goblin" policy of "non-violence, non-resistance," then sorry, you'll be made an example of.

Ye Jihuan submitted the name "Venus Greco," and a platoon of soldiers stormed into the farm of this former Las Cruces councilor. A young man standing at the door saw the troops, his face changed, and he shouted loudly, running towards the house, "Dad! Dad!"

"Prepare!"

The platoon leader waved his hand, and the anti-aircraft gun on the military pickup truck aimed at the farmhouse, "Fire!"

Bullets "that thick" shot at the house, shattering it completely as if renovating it on the spot. A middle-aged man with somewhat grizzled hair, Venus Greco, heard his youngest son call him from the basement, responded, and stepped up the stairs, asking what was happening.

Bullets, no, no, have you seen a 20mm caliber bullet?

Venus Greco watched his youngest son get shot in the abdomen and forcibly turned into minced meat.

"Ah!!!!"

The councilor's eyes reddened instantly, crawling out from the basement, he grabbed a rifle hanging nearby, loaded it, bent down, and charged toward the door, ready to fight to the death with the other side, only to see someone outside carrying a rocket launcher aimed at his house.

"No!!!"

Boom!!!

The single-story house was instantly blown apart, concrete slabs fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of smoke.

"Drag the body out, take it to the TV station, use this guy's corpse to tell the residents of Las Cruces, either stay or get lost!"

That night, on the local channel in Las Cruces, the Mexican Army's policies were broadcast, also telling them that they can take their assets with them when leaving, absolutely no difficulties will be made for them, but if they still oppose the Mexican Army, then they'll show no mercy!

Venus Greco's uncensored corpse was shown on display.

Seeing that unbearable sight, quite a few residents of Las Cruces screamed and huddled together shivering. To make sure they watched, the security forces used loudspeakers to call for several hours, there were always some curious ones.

"Go! Go! Go! Leave here, leave here." A middle-aged man with glasses, looking like an intellectual, was frightened pale by the scenes.

In the United States' cognitive warfare, the Mexican Army was no different from World War II Germany, with killings, robberies, and rapes, but who would have thought they would openly display the corpse of a "former councilor" like this.

"This is the killer!"

He swallowed, turned to look at his family, his wife and young daughter were holding each other, while his older son was close to the TV, eyes showing... enthusiasm?

"Pedro, don't stare, none of this is good!"

The eldest son turned his head, "Dad, don't you think it would be more ceremonial if Mr. Venus Greco's face had a cross drawn on it?"

The man's face suddenly changed, "What are you saying..."

"I was just saying it casually." The other shook his head, looked back at the TV, "You go, I don't intend to leave, I think it's fine here."

"Brother, they... they killed Mr. Venus Greco." His sister, only about ten years old, raised her head and said.

"Yes, this approach is simply NC, it violates human morality!"

Listening to his family argue back and forth, Pedro kept a calm expression, waiting until everyone finished, he then slowly said, "Can't Venus die? Don't you know why he was removed from his position as a councilor? Wasn't it because he used his farm business to transport drugs from Mexico and sell them domestically? He was a central figure as a warehouser in Las Cruces, collaborated plenty with gangs, he was a drug dog!"

"Do you need to talk about human rights when killing a drug dog?"

This statement shut his family up, his father stammered, "But his actions were too cruel..."

"Understanding a person is never just about what they do, but why they do it, Dad, isn't that what you taught me?" Pedro turned to look at him.

"But... but they invaded our country, and we... even if we don't resist, we can't abet the evildoer, yes, abet the evildoer."

"North America belongs to the Indigenous people, while Mexico is the inheritor of Indigenous culture. Strictly speaking, since ancient times, the United States has been Mexican territory; by joining Mexico now, I'm embracing the light. If the U.S. Government was truly right, why would the Texas Republic want independence? Dad, we're having internal problems, now we need someone to help us cut the flesh."