Night had fallen, deep and dark.
The kind of darkness where you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
"Move! Hurry up! Get your fucking asses moving!" A hushed and angry voice cut through the night.
About twenty drug traffickers, crouching low, clutching shovels and land mines, darted across the three-meter-wide cement road, slipping into the borders of Morelos State, just 400 meters in a straight line from Izukar.
"Dig fast, but be careful, don't blow yourselves up."
They started digging holes, planting the land mines into the ground.
The "land mine obstacle" tactic proposed by Endric Vinicius was finally put into use. Fragmented militia groups and armed drug traffickers intended to bury 8,000 mines along the border. Of course... not all in one night.
After all, without access to mine-digging vehicles, they had no choice but to rely on physical labor. What else could they do?
