13. December 1940, 07:00
The face was red and swollen, not unlike a tomato. Usually, Freyberg was a good-natured man who did not complain too often, but this time he was steaming with rage.
Freyberg: Bloody hell I can't take it any more! This is madness!
Savage: Whoa easy there! What's the matter?
Freyberg: You know bloody well what the matter is! It's the grotty holiday home you set up for me in Caracas! The stinking hell-hole is driving me nuts! Mosquitoes everywhere! Frickin Spaniard servants don't speak a word of English! You can't even ask them about fish&chips! And did I tell you about the weather? It's hot and humid in spring, hot and humid in summer, hot and humid in autumn, and do you know what it's like in winter?
Savage: I think I get the point-
Freyberg: HOT AND HUMID!!!! That's right! And I do all the bloody work while all you do is cackle like a maniac!
There was a brief moment of silence. The general was breathing heavily. He had made his point and was running out of steam.
Savage: Freyberg, look here. I can totally understand your point, but you see I'm the new dictator. How can I be a dictator if my subordinates can simply have what they want? That wouldn't be very fearsome and dictator-ish, now would it?
Freyberg blinked incredulously. This whole affair was getting more ridiculous by the minute.
Savage: BUT! As it so happens, I have good news for you. We will simply resolve your porblem by attacking Mexico!
Freyberg:
Savage:
Freyberg: What does Mexico have to do with my holiday home?
Savage: Easy, we conquer it and you can set up a new one. How does that sound?
Freyberg: Well, I reckon that's kind of reasonable...
Savage: Of course, I will order you to do it. After all I'm a dictator!
Freyberg: So... I can just ask you for what I want and you order it for me?
Savage: Yeah! I'm a dictator! I love dictating! Muhahaha!
Freyberg: :wacko:
Savage: So that's settled then. Now Mexico gets it!
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Mexico is the perfect target. A neutral country of 20 IC, directly within grasp of the mighty NZ transport fleet.
Freyberg: I just hope they don't sink this time!
At first the landing looks troublesome. It is raining in mountainous Acapulco, and the NZ army is struggling to secure a beachhead.
Freyberg: I need half the army to beat a single horse!? Oh man!
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But at long last, the troops conquer the shore.
Freyberg: Nice, 6 infantry entrenched in the mountains, together with an airport. Mexico, you're toast!
Carr: I like toast
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YES FOLKS YOU SAW RIGHT! Savage and Freyberg are back! I'm done holidaying and the crazy road trip will continue soon! BIG UPSET in next update - stay tuned!