"Hound Squad, target neutralized. Turn northwest, continue patrolling."
The lead pilot's voice came through the radio, as calm as a placid lake.
"Permission granted!" the command center's voice echoed from the other end.
The fighters swiftly rushed into the heart of Texas!
The air defenses of Texas...
Were like a prostitute meeting an 18-year-old young man, torn apart before even sitting down.
Along the main highway leading to Laredo, the vanguard of the Mexican 2nd Mechanized Infantry Division was advancing rapidly, the turret hatch of an M1A1 main battle tank opened, the commander half-exposed, observing the front with binoculars.
The tank rumbled, crushing a sign that read "Welcome to Texas."
There were weeds beside it.
Clearly, no one had tended to it for a long time.
Along the way, they encountered almost no effective resistance.
