Chapter 1313 - The Constantly Ringing Phone (1/2)

Translator: _Min_  Editor: Rainystars

“This is the wrong decision. It is an interference in the Colombian people’s choice of their future! It is an act of aggression!”

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“If the Vietnam War failed to teach the arrogant UA a lesson, then feel free to come! This is the second Vietnam, and I promise that the steepness of the Andes will make them have a good rest at night. If they dare to set foot on the land of Colombia, I will make sure there is no return trip!”

On TV, Timochenko shouted passionately into the interview microphone. With his saliva flying in the air, it was difficult to imagine he was a man over seventy.

Of course, anyone could speak loudly, the difficult part was keeping the promise.

On the second day after the UA soldiers landed in South America, Timochenko called Jiang Chen.

A few days ago, Jiang Chen wondered if he should give the man a call, but the phone call already arrived.

As soon as the call was connected, Timochenko’s voice, filled with urgency, went straight to the point.

“I need your help!”

The expected request was also the most troublesome request.

“We can’t directly send troops to South America. The Russians have told you from the beginning. Once the war starts, you can only rely on yourself.” Jiang Chen sighed, “There is no doubt you chose the worst timing.”

“There is no better time! The President of Colombia was assassinated and the people of Colombia need a strong leader to seek justice, instead of inviting the murderer in and allowing the CIB to falsify the case!” Timochenko said indignantly.

Is this an attempt to flatter him?

Jiang Chen counted it.

Regardless of whether he acted confused or was really confused, Celestial Trade did need to put the blame on the CIB.

But unfortunately, even so, Jiang Chen could not send ground troops to help him win this war.

An orbital airborne brigade was not an option, at least not before the results of the UA election. Moreover, it was not worth the loss for the diplomatic strategy of Celestial Trade to touch the sensitive nerves of half of the South American countries for the sake of Columbia. The option of using Madagascar mercenaries was available, but they were reserved for Ayesha’s “natal family.”

Some time ago, he asked Ivan to expand the scale of non-staff personnel, or contractor, but there was still less than half a month before the deadline. He couldn’t just send the recruits to die?

Jiang Chen’s finger lightly tapped on the table, after a moment of thought, he said.

“Although we cannot send troops directly to support you, we can send you some anti-aircraft artilleries and surface-to-air defense missiles.”

It may be laughable to fight F35s with obsolete anti-aircraft missiles and antiaircraft artillery, but these weapons could still interfere with airstrikes and deter them.

It was impossible for the UA to invest too many ground forces in South America. The brigade of the Marine Corps was mostly there to help the government forces defend important cities and facilities. Airstrikes were inevitable the primary strategy for the UA and thus it was not difficult to imagine the difficulty of striking targets in mountains and rain forests.

Timochenko’s emotion was more stabilized after he heard Celestial Trade is willing to sell missiles, and he thanked Jiang Chen.

Even the SAM missiles from the past era would be extremely helpful to FARC. Although it was useless against the UA, it was more than enough to bully the Colombian Air Force. It was the 21st century, but the propeller planes were still in service with the Colombian Air Force.

Without the proxy between Xin and the UA, the war between the two would be “child’s play.”

“Take the Cucuta area, then these anti-aircraft missiles can be transported across the border. You can’t expect anti-aircraft missiles to be transported through the mountains like rifles. Your only choice is to control a road to Venezuela,” Jiang Chen emphasized again.

Timochenko gritted his teeth

“I’ll try my best.”

“I don’t want you to try. You must do it.”

Jiang Chen hung up the phone.

After he leaned back on the chair to rest for a while, he sat up again and called the Colombian Presidential Palace.