Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

"Huh? Only one shot?"

Li Xinghe's expression was completely blank:

"Forehead……"

Laughter filled the office as the girls from the Ninth Department of Public Security burst into laughter at their misunderstanding of Musashi Hachimokujo.

Even Tsukishima Minami touched her cheek:

"Little glutton, it's one hundred million yen!"

Everyone was envious.

But Musashi Hachimoku pulled down Li Xinghe's pants:

"No, that won't do. Give me 100 million first."

So, the girls from the Ninth Department of Public Security all turned their heads. And then, it's said, the sound of wild cats in heat never stopped in that office all day long.

……

The next day.

Having received several hundred million from Li Xinghe, Musashi Hachimono was extremely excited and overjoyed. Full of energy, she boarded the plane bound for Mexico.

She certainly didn't need to bring a large amount of military aid; in fact, she simply flew to Acapulco, a traditional historical port in Mexico, with a few bodyguards.

The truly concrete strategic arrangements were made by the coalition forces, who dispatched Colonel Sa Qimu, a former operations room staff officer from Fujian, to Baja California as the frontline commander, taking full charge at Grace Harbor. This man had retired from two heavy combined arms brigades that had landed after the reunification of Taiwan and joined the coalition forces.

In Acapulco, Musashi Hachima secretly met with President Sinbaum.

"This is the President of Mexico."

"This is the Japanese Prime Minister's personal bodyguard. As a Mexican, she brought back 100 million drones and three production lines for drones, missiles, and explosives to Mexico."

Claudia Sinbaum shakes hands with Musashi Hachimono, thanking her and Li Xinghe for their continued support.

The border war has lasted for three years, and Mexico has been able to fight seemingly with ease, thanks in no small part to Li Xinghe's behind-the-scenes support. Although many Mexicans are resentful that he is still selling goods for Vance, the Mexican leadership knows that they are grateful for his assistance.

Musashi Hachimako produced the manuscript:

"This is our support operation plan."

The coalition's proposal involved having experienced underground workers, North Koreans, excavate large fortresses in the mountains of Baja California, and build and assemble drones and missiles inside, as well as mass-produce explosives.

This place is well hidden, and the Americans would never dream that the North Koreans had dug tunnels all the way to their border.

They will serve as the originators of Middle Eastern resistance tactics, teaching tunnel warfare and cave warfare to the Mexican army and civilians. North Koreans have the ability to assemble and handcraft rockets, anti-tank missiles, drones, and large missiles on-site.

Li Xinghe would supply Mexico with a sufficient quantity of semi-military manufactured goods from behind the scenes. After being assembled on the Baja California Peninsula, these goods would be transported across the Gulf to the Mexican resistance.

And it guarantees you'll learn it.

Mexico, on the other hand, needs to acquiesce to the change of control of the California peninsula. To put it bluntly, the peninsula may no longer belong to Mexico in the future.

After a secret review, the Mexican side approved of this operational plan.

Therefore, the two sides reached a secret agreement.

If Mexico were to perish, Li Xinghe would gain sovereignty over the Baja California peninsula, and he would rather die than give it to the United States.

As they parted, Musashi Yama finally uttered what she considered to be a very appropriate remark:

"Mexico will face a very long period of resistance. If anything happens to you, it is advisable to protect your health and evacuate to Tokyo in advance."

In fact, when the United States launched its full-scale offensive, many international observers pointed out that Mexico lacked the ability to resist on the ground, especially given that the United States had dug up a large number of M1 Abrams tanks from its army bases and collected various old tanks and armored vehicles from all over the place.

Although America's steel empire is expensive, it is still a steel empire.

If a single punch were delivered by 100,000 to 200,000 people, given the combat capabilities of the Mexican army, they would probably be torn to pieces.

But Ms. Claudia Sinbaum wore a very complicated smile:

"No, I will live and die with Mexico. If there is a future, perhaps Mexico's future depends on you."

Chapter 973: The Korean-Indian and the Little Slut Seduces the Brother (4900 words)

In winter, the northern part of the Baja California Peninsula experiences a decrease in cold air, the departure of the subtropical high, and the southward movement of the westerly winds, bringing rare rainfall from the Pacific Ocean.

In the pouring rain at Euncheong Harbor, more than 10,000 Chinese and Koreans once again disembarked from here.

As the reception staff, they were greeted by their official commander.

However, looking at the man in front of them, who was about 1.7 meters tall, everyone was a little puzzled:

What is your ethnicity?

Saqimu was so angry he jumped up and down:

"Damn it! My surname is Sa, and I'm a pure Han Chinese! Haven't you heard of General Sa Zhenbing from Fujian? We're from the same family, even though we're not related at all."

Of course, speaking of the ancestors of the Sa family in Fujian, they were a family of Semu scholars who migrated from the Western Regions to Fujian during the Yuan Dynasty. So it's no wonder that others are unfamiliar with them.

Everyone was even more stunned:

"Then why is it called Saqimu?"

Saqimu explained countless times:

"Because some bastard thought I was from an ethnic minority, he changed the 'Lin' in my name 'Saqilin,' which means 'forest of red flags,' to 'wood,' thinking it would sound more like an ethnic minority name..."

The coalition forces still use manual registration for some personnel. Actually, the person who initially wrote "Saqima" was later revised twice, resulting in the messy name it is today. Since Saqimu couldn't conveniently use his real name entirely, he ended up using "Saqimu" as his code name during coalition operations, by some twist of fate. At least it wasn't Saqima.

Upon arriving at Eunjong Port for the first time, Colonel Saqimu's first trip was to visit the North Korean militia in the mountains, where it was constantly raining.

He wanted to see if these militiamen could endure the rain and mountain life.

When I got to the east, I found that the North Koreans were actually quite comfortable.

Although it was raining, the temperature was comfortable and warm, unlike the Korean Peninsula where heavy snow can bury people halfway down in winter.

Drilling machines, rotary drilling rigs, concrete mixer trucks, road leveling vehicles—modern and advanced engineering vehicles—accelerated the speed at which North Koreans dug tunnels.

Living in the cave is also quite warm; they can even turn on the air conditioning and dryer.

The local North Korean battalion commander told Saqimu:

"There are observation posts and missile launch sites on the mountain. There are hidden entrances and exits halfway up the mountain and at the foot of the mountain. The main cave area can be used to transport goods by tricycle. Inside, there are factories that manufacture anti-tank missiles, rockets and drones. The mountains here are all granite, which is very solid and can withstand the missiles that the Americans launch like small firecrackers."

North Koreans are all too familiar with this tactic: farming and harvesting in the mountains, digging caves and building resistance bases. Isn't this the lifestyle that North Koreans have followed for the past few decades?

For them, if it weren't for the San Felipe Desert on the east side of the mountain and the west side of the Colorado River, North Koreans would probably think they were in Iran.

He also said:

"Of the six resistance fortresses we currently plan, two are located to the north, facing Tijuana, and four are located to the east, facing the mouth of the Colorado River. We are currently preparing to produce the KN-25 rocket launcher, with a single warhead weighing over 400 kilograms. In addition, manufacturing plants for RPG anti-tank rocket launchers and the Mars series missiles are also under preparation."

Saqimu nodded repeatedly, very satisfied with the situation.

For North Korean soldiers who have always lived in this state, this kind of mountain life is very comfortable.

Every day, they used high-tech equipment that they could never have imagined to modernize the mountain tunnels, support them with cement and steel bars, and set up generators, power lines, and network cables. They even set up a resistance military factory. Inside the mountains, they could even watch movies and play games together, and at night they would exchange each other's treasured AV films with their best friends.

Instead of crashing headlong into a bustling but cutthroat metropolis and feeling lost, you can have a fixed salary in the mountains – it's practically paradise.

It would be even easier to resist in the mountains.

When engaging in close combat with the US military, they rely on underground bunkers and concealed tunnels to counter rocket launchers and drones. For long-range engagements, they use rocket artillery to bombard the enemy, while for even longer-range engagements, they rely on launching missiles.

The U.S. military sent fighter jets to bomb the mountains, but they couldn't penetrate the solid granite-based mountain range.

If the US military sends warships close in, they will become easy targets for missile swarms.

In short, Crazy Mountains welcomes you.

After completing his survey of the mountain fortress, Saqimu drove east into the mountain wetlands. On the eastern edge of the desert, he gazed at his targets for resistance: the mouth of the Colorado River and Mexilica.

Although the Pacific Ocean lies to the west of the mountain, unfortunately, due to cold currents and high pressure, little water remains. To the east of the mountain is the San Felipe Desert, but the Colorado River flows into the bay here, creating a large river delta and a beautiful oasis in the desert.

Unfortunately, this oasis is shared equally between the United States and Mexico.

It is well known that Americans are particularly inhuman when they can act inhumanly.

Therefore, in the allocation of water for the Colorado River, which flows through seven US states and Mexico, Mexico only receives 9.1%, while the remaining 90.9% belongs to the United States. Even so, this continues to cause ecological collapse. In states like Nevada and Arizona, the disastrous consequences of river ecological collapse are already unfolding. In Mexico, the river is on the verge of drying up, with oases turning into wastelands.

Everyone started joking:

"When shall we go for a stroll in the big city to the east?"

Mesilica, also known as 'Little Guangzhou'.

Of the 80 residents here, 2 are Chinese. It was once a well-known Chinese community on the US-Mexico border, with tens of thousands of people. However, after the Great Depression of 1929, anti-Chinese incidents broke out in North America, and the Chinese here left one after another. They only returned gradually after World War II, so the number is not large.

In fact, several surrounding cities, especially San Diego and Tijuana, have significant Chinese populations. The number of Chinese in San Diego is approaching 100,000, which is quite common in California, a predominantly Asian state.

Saqimu pushed up his military cap and lectured everyone:

"Hold on, our mission is to protect these mountains. Cover your faces and wear Mexican clothes. If anyone asks, just say you're from an Indian tribe!"

Before setting off, the coalition forces had already conducted their investigation.

The local Native Americans are called the 'Shia C. Oldham people,' which means 'sand dune people.' They live near the mouth of the Colorado River and the Gulf of California. They are physically similar to East Asians, and although their population is very small, fortunately, not many people know much about them.

In terms of traditional clothing, it was simply a piece of white cloth covering one's bottom. So the Allied Forces even took the time to design various garments similar to those of the Yin and Shang dynasties, using only a piece of white cloth, to better reflect reality.

Not only do they have to speak, but they also have to wear ethnic costumes.

Saqimu unbuttoned his coat, revealing that he was wearing the same cotton-padded coat worn by the Sand Dune people.

"From now on, we are all Sand Dune people."

"Can we really fool them?"

"Don't worry, we've already paid to relocate the Sand Dune tribe to the mountains. There are only a little over a thousand of them. They'll acknowledge us as their own once they pay us."

Who says we aren't the Dune Tribe?

We've spent money, and now the entire Dune tribe lives here. They've all declared us family. What do you have to say about that?

That's not wrong. This area was once a Native American reservation, but now there are very few purebred Native Americans left. After all, not many tribes can survive in the vast desert.

So these Chinese and Koreans dressed in Native American clothing actually look quite convincing. Moreover, the appearance and clothing styles of Native Americans vary greatly from place to place, so as long as they believe they are Native Americans, others have no right to say anything.

This is also an achievement of the negotiations between Musashi Hachima's representative, Li Xinghe, and Mexico.

Warriors from East Asia, disguised as indigenous people, fight.

Extending from the mountains of Tijuana in the north to the San Felipe Desert and Lake Laguna Salada in the east, and encompassing the entire Baja California peninsula in the south, this 14 square kilometers of land became part of the 'Northwest Territories Autonomous Region' under the autonomy act signed by Claudia Sinbaum. This Baja California Native American region was then placed under the responsibility of Li Xinghe's people.

Therefore, taking advantage of the warm winter weather and frequent heavy rains, the soldiers began to claim land in various places.

Such signs have gradually appeared in the nearby mountains:

"This is the territory of the Sand Dune Indigenous Peoples! U.S. military personnel are prohibited from entering."

The sign also depicted a very serious-looking indigenous person holding a spear, which looked quite funny.

Therefore, the "laborers" who came from the north to the south were speechless.

They stood on the green space at the mouth of the Colorado River, climbed Mount Kukapa to the west, and looked out into the distance, seeing only a vast, desolate desert and the black mountains behind it.

A closer look reveals an artificial canal in the desert, continuously diverting water from the Colorado River to the oasis of Lake Laguna Salada. On the southwest side of the lake, where mountain rivers converge, lies a large, largely developed but uninhabited urban area. This was originally planned as a desert city development project by Mexico.

Suddenly, several people moving around in the desert city caught the attention of the US military.

They were wearing white Native American robes, carrying building timber, and building a lookout post on the lush green grass by the river.

"Hey!"

The US military gave chase in their vehicles.

"Bump!"

The Native American fired a shot, then got on his motorcycle and sped off.

Several soldiers chased the Native Americans into the desert.

And then he never came out.

In the afternoon, the Dune Indians returned, running back to the oasis in the desert to continue their noisy work.

The soldiers stationed at Kukapa Pass were furious.

They gave chase in their Hummer.

The Dune Indians mounted their motorcycles and continued westward, until they reached the river flowing down from the mountains, irrigating the undergrowth, shrubs, and large cacti.