Chapter 1233: Chapter 600: The French Surrendered Again!!! (Part 2)

Victor looked at him satisfied, then glanced at the others. The small European countries felt bitter, as an American big bad wolf left and a Mexican old vulture arrived.

Why does the United States like to recruit little brothers globally?

South Korea, Japan, and the likes all rush up licking their faces. Besides the so-called strategic goals, isn’t it mainly to “dispose of junk”?

South Korea: “Daddy, daddy, I want milk.”

United States: “Bang, take this; it’s what your dad used during World War II.”

Japan: “I want it too!”

United States: “Bang, take this; it’s the weapon used against your real dad.”

Though the words are crude, the reasoning is sound.

Being a little brother is all about doing this, isn’t it?

Victor watched as people placed orders one by one, feeling quite happy. He glanced at the British guy, as Defense Minister Malcolm Rifkind smiled, “Is the F22 for sale?”

The sudden silence in the air was worrying.

Victor’s face stiffened too. This old fellow couldn’t accept being outdone, wanting to take control of the European Legion?

“I don’t think Britain has the capability to handle this. You’ve been out of the industrial era for too long.” Casare spoke bluntly, having glanced at his boss before speaking.

These words lacked politeness.

British Defense Minister Malcolm Rifkind and the people he brought along looked displeased.

“The modern industrial revolution was initiated by Britain,” someone argued.

“Therefore, you can only play with things from decades ago, while new stuff has to be learned gradually.”

You’re too weak, not good enough!

“Prime Minister Casare, your words contain a very, very high degree of disrespect,” British Defense Minister Malcolm Rifkind said with a frown.

“You get unhappy when the truth is spoken, Minister. If it weren’t for Churchill, you might not exist now. The later Presidents were worse one by one. We respect Britain’s past but also hope Britain’s future can show us something. I never lie; the high-tech of the F22 is beyond Britain’s capability now.”

Fat Casare looked sincere as if he were speaking for your own good.

“Casare, be polite and courteous.” Victor tried to mediate, but the smile lifted at the corners of his mouth was somewhat excessive.

Mostly because the British guy was too troublesome.

Just like the Indian guy.

A group of people went to tour the construction and landmarks being built in Mexico. Judging from their words, they were filled with contempt and arrogance, always thinking they’re the best. At that time, the government department personnel serving as guides couldn’t say much out of politeness.

Do you think Casare would show you mercy?

This guy’s mouth was vicious.

Diplomatic etiquette?

If you’re angry, then leave; roll back to Europe now. This North American piece of land isn’t yours. See if he would ever be anxious.

Get lost.

British Defense Minister Malcolm Rifkind’s mouth twisted in anger; though this is an exaggeration, his gaze was still quite unfriendly.

Deng deng deng—

Just then, confidential secretary Martin Bao Man squeezed into the crowd, “Supreme Leader.”

He bent down and whispered something into his ear.

Victor frowned, “Please all Defense Ministers go to the meeting room, there’s an urgent situation,” and immediately headed towards the meeting room on the second floor.

British Defense Minister Malcolm Rifkind, French Defense Minister Pierre Joxe, and German Folker Luuer exchanged glances.

“Why aren’t you guys speaking up?” Malcolm whispered unhappily, “Don’t you want the F22?”

“We wouldn’t make use of it; Europe is so small that one acceleration would fly right out.” Germans kept up their humor.

Post-World War II, they’ve been quite laid-back, as everyone around them is watching closely, fearing they might cause trouble again.

French thought for a moment, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely keep up next time.”

Next time, we will surely win!

“Damn team-mates!” Malcolm Rifkind cursed inwardly but could do nothing.

This place in Europe, dispersed is shit everywhere, gather… gather…

It hasn’t gathered yet. During the Roman Empire’s peak in the 1st-2nd century AD, its territory covered Southern Europe, Western Europe, Central Europe, and parts of Western Asia and North Africa, forming a “unified” pattern centered around the Mediterranean. However, actual governance relied on local autonomy and did not cover Northern and Eastern Europe.

The later Little Mustache also attempted to gather people together, but the willingness wasn’t significant.

Chatting along the way, the group went upstairs and entered the meeting room.

Victor gestured to shut the door, telling the confidential secretary, “Report the news to the Defense Ministers.”

Martin Bao Man quickly started, “This morning at ten, a total of 72 municipal halls and national units in Colombia were subjected to terrorist attacks, particularly with a car bomb attack on Narinio Palace, followed by over 200 armed militants storming the Presidential Palace.”

This news shocked everyone.

“Fortunately, the 37th Infantry Presidential Guard Battalion stationed there was well trained. With cooperation from other armed forces, they killed 177 people and captured 23 alive. Based on tattoos, all these were Medellin’s gunmen.”

British Defense Minister Malcolm Rifkind raised an eyebrow.

Just how capable is this 37th Infantry Presidential Guard?

It’s not that he looked down on Colombia, but the fact is that the army’s combat effectiveness is extremely poor; that 200 well-trained gunmen couldn’t storm the Presidential Palace seems implausible.

He didn’t believe it!

He looked at Victor and pondered over his ideas, suspecting that this so-called 37th Infantry Presidential Guard Battalion was actually no longer Colombian.

It’s known that the current President is Armando Benedetto, previously the Minister of Internal Affairs. Just within those few days, Colombian President, Vice President, and Defense Minister went to the front to supervise the war against the Medellin Cartel. During the parade, they were shot by extremists disguised as soldiers.

The Vice President and Defense Minister died on the spot, the President was sent for hospitalization but didn’t survive, and power suddenly was a vacuum.

And after Armando Benedetto, the Minister of Internal Affairs, returned, he took over as President — if there’s no trickery here, he wouldn’t believe it.

If Victor knew his thoughts, he would definitely be astounded. Not a surprise for a seasoned politician, that intuition is indeed keen.

Indeed…

Armando Benedetto rose with Mexico’s support, and the soldiers from the 37th Infantry Presidential Guard Battalion were actually directly from the Guard 1st Division. Their combat effectiveness was naturally outstanding.

After he took office, he directly held the position of Defense Minister, temporarily taking control of the army. Even if someone wanted to impeach him displeased, their corruption or other issues would be exposed the next day, removing them directly from office.

In Colombia, Victor has buried quite a few people.

“Outrageous! Simply jaw-dropping, such blatant acts of terror, should the European Legion really sit by and do nothing? The 50 million Colombians living in such dire straits, we should eliminate such scum and such black sheep.”

“I propose rapidly forming an alliance army, assisting the Colombian Government, establishing the alliance headquarters, with Mexican military department in charge, Britain, Germany, France, and Italy assisting. Any problems?”

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You’ve arranged it directly for us?

Malcolm Rifkind certainly disagreed. What you said were my words.

I also wish to be the leader!

Being the leader of such an alliance surely boosts prestige significantly.

“I believe Britain can manage the alliance just fine…” He stood up directly.

Victor scowled; he hadn’t issued orders yet, and this guy stood out. Isn’t this challenging authority?

Casare saw his boss frowning and stood out again.

“Defense Minister Malcolm, do you know what General Eisenhower said on his deathbed?”

Malcolm Rifkind was somewhat astonished, “What?”

“Montgomery is an outsider…”

Malcolm, not being from a military background, didn’t quite understand, but many Europe and America Defense Ministers did, and couldn’t help but laugh out.

“Market Garden operations lost the Allies’ face completely, and you now shamelessly seek command rights?”

“Do you still want to send us to our deaths?”

“Under Victor’s command, we are invincible! In terms of war experience and victory, we exceed you.”

Criticizing opponents while not forgetting to complement their leader.

Learned, learned; noted down in the notebook.

French Defense Minister Pierre Joxe and German Folker Luuer were also somewhat stunned, amazed by Casare’s speaking ability.

Always thought this guy rose to power relying only on his relationship with Victor.

It seems, just this round of words isn’t something an ordinary person can deliver.

“I agree!”

Frenchman Pierre Joxe quickly raised his hand, “I support Mexico’s command.”

Malcolm Rifkind looked at him in shock.

Damn!

The French have surrendered again!