On the vast grassland, a mighty force is marching southwest. This force, composed of infantry, cavalry and artillery, numbers at least tens of thousands. There is no railway in the northern part of Yinbu Province, so the troops coming from the north
They were walking all the way in the direction of Trenkrauken.
Flags were flying among the troops, and their expressions were relaxed, as if they were just on a march.
"As long as we hold the fortress, we can defeat the South Chinese! We have Gatling guns in the fortress!"
Colonel Alejandro, who was riding a horse, said to the officers around him with a smile on his face, Alejandro is the largest landowner in Buenos Aires, and his great-grandfather was an officer in the colony.
During this period, he was a big landowner, and the title of Colonel Militia Commander was passed down to him from his great-grandfather.
His grandfather stood on the independent side when Argentina became independent. After the war, their land nearly doubled. His father once followed Rosas on the "Desert Expedition". While the provincial borders were expanding, his father
Also participated in the carving up of newly acquired lands.
Through the efforts of three generations, the Alejandro family has become the largest landowner in Buenos Aires. Although it is one of the largest landowners in Buenos Aires, Alejandro very much hopes that through his efforts, his family will become one of the largest landowners in Buenos Aires.
The largest landowner in Enos Aires!
This war is an opportunity!
Because of this, as the colonel commander of the militia, he immediately mobilized all the militia after receiving the mobilization order, and even brought 12 Gatling guns!
God can testify that even in Paraguay, he never took it so seriously, because Alejandro knew very well what kind of rewards he could get after this war - land, more land than he imagined!
"Yes, Colonel, as long as there is Gatling, there is no fortress that cannot be defended!"
Alberto's words immediately caused a burst of laughter. In their opinion, this was simply a battle without any suspense.
After all, it's just holding on to the fortress. It's no different from target practice.
The joyful mood of the officers also affected the soldiers. Since there are first-generation European immigrants among these soldiers, many of them are Italians. After Argentina became independent, there were more and more immigrants from Italy, Greece and other places. Of course,
, there are also many mixed-race people.
“una mattina mi soo……”
Alfonso, who was carrying a rifle, just sang a folk song from his hometown, and the soldiers around him also sang along.
"o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao..."
This is a folk song in which Northern Italian women protest against the hard work in the fields. It has been popular all over Italy for a long time. Although Rosas and others are not Italians, it does not prevent them from singing this song full of "bella, ciao
,bella, ciao" song, after all, bella means "beauty" in Italian. But among men, how many can resist a woman?
The cheerful and yet passionate folk songs echoed on the grassland, and it seemed that everyone was immersed in this happy time.
“It’s those old Italians again!”
Although he was not familiar with Italian, Alessandro could not help but frown when he heard the soldiers singing.
The lyrics of this song are so inspiring.
Italy has never been honest, especially Northern Italy. In the past few decades, many Italians have immigrated to Argentina, including many Northern Italian workers. Northern Italian workers are the most radical group of workers in Europe and are an anarchist group.
lover of ism.
Strikes are their habit and protests are their tradition. Even on the farm, there are people like this. For these people, Alejandro has always had a mixture of love and hate!
On the one hand, his farm needs labor, on the other hand, these people have never been docile.
No one will pay attention to the commander's mood. For the soldiers, they are more willing to enjoy this cheerful time. Such a cheerful and relaxing time will soon disappear. Wait two days until they enter the battlefield.
Get involved in an intense battle.
As for the officers, they always have to understand the mood of the soldiers. Of course, the cheerful tunes also relax them, and they even hum along with the soldiers...
However, they didn't know that a group of people had already stared at them in the sky thousands of meters high. It was impossible for such a huge marching team to hide their whereabouts on the grassland. Moreover, they had no idea of hiding, cruising and searching in the air.
As soon as the target's airship troops discovered them, they immediately pounced on them.
"Prepare……"
Staring at the target on the ground, Wang Xinyue shouted excitedly as he flew over them.
"bomb……"
Drop a dart instead of a bomb!
Once again, thousands of pencil-sized darts fell like rain and hail from a thousand meters altitude.
" bella, ciao, ciao, ciao..."
When Alfonso sang passionately as before, and even couldn't help but twist his body to the rhythm, he, like the people around him, didn't notice the steel rain falling from the sky at all.
Suddenly, there was a "bang", accompanied by a muffled sound like a ripe watermelon being pierced, and Alfonso's singing disappeared. At least for a moment, his body seemed to twist a bit, but along with the splashing
He fell softly with blood and brains, and his head split in half. As he fell, steel darts more than ten centimeters long penetrated his shoulders and thighs one after another, and even nailed him in one blow.
On the ground.
All this happened in an instant. What happened in this instant?
The grassland seemed to have turned into a watermelon field, with ripe watermelons everywhere "exploding" naturally - that is the sound made when a person's head is shattered after being hit, and the white brain is mixed with blood.
Blood splattered everywhere.
With the sound of "pop bang, pop bang...", the originally cheerful scene turned into hell - the walking people were enveloped in the steel rain of death.
Death came quietly like this, and the singing was replaced by screams of terror and painful cries. When the injured people were covering their wounds and lying on the ground struggling, the darts hit them again and took away their lives.
took their lives.
"Colonel, Colonel..."
Alberto found that the colonel did not respond to him. When he turned around, he saw a horrifying scene - the colonel fell to the ground and was twitching. His shoulders and waist were bleeding. The dart penetrated his shoulders and internal organs and then returned.
It flew out from the crotch, and the colonel's mount was also dead, with five or six wounds on the horse's body.
In this way, people and horses lost their lives silently. No one knew what happened, and death happened inadvertently.
"Oh, no, Colonel..."
Alberto quickly jumped off his horse and ran towards the colonel. Just when he was about to get close to the colonel, he felt as if something had hit him on the back, and the strength disappeared from his body. As he fell,
He felt as if something had penetrated his body again...
When he fell, all he saw in his eyes was red. The red fog was rising on the ground. The sound seemed to be far away, but he could still hear it. It was the cry of despair. Many people
He was running there desperately, but after only a few steps, he fell down like him, in the iron rain of death...
This chapter has been completed!