God will certainly not bless the Argentines!
On December 1, 1869, the final battle against Buenos Aires began. What was different from the past was that at the beginning of the war, there was no roar of heavy artillery, but bombing.
That morning, the South China Army dispatched sixteen airships and flew directly to the rear to bomb the military station where the Argentines were stocking supplies. Although the bombing did not cause too many casualties, it destroyed a large amount of supplies and a large number of troops.
Weapons and ammunition were destroyed in the bombing.
The model of war has been rewritten once again, but this is not important.
The battle started on this day!
Just like in the past, at ten o'clock in the morning, the cannon was fired first!
In the "Argentina Campaign", for the soldiers, the artillery's cannons were always the most trustworthy. As soon as the battle started, each cannon fired an average of 20 to 30 rounds in the artillery preparation. It was rapid fire and non-stop.
The ground fire was so intense that the barrels of many mortar guns turned red, and the soldiers even had to urinate on the barrels to cool them down in order to maintain the rate of fire.
Correspondingly, after loading dozens of rounds of ammunition in a row, even the burliest loader's arm would become sore and unable to straighten, and he would have to change his loader midway.
"Five rapid fire shots!"
Amid the shouts of the squad leader, the loaders who had just been replaced immediately fired the shells and stuffed them through the muzzle. The moment the shells fell into the chamber, the shells flew out with a "boom".
Almost at the moment when the cannonball flew out, the loader bent down to avoid the sound and smoke of the cannon. He picked up the cannonball again and stuffed it directly into the muzzle. The cannonball flew out again. In just six or seven seconds.
Within a short period of time, the artillerymen fired a rapid fire with a 120mm mortar.
In this era, such a rate of fire is simply a miracle. This is why the South China Army likes mortars, because those field guns with retreats have an appallingly slow rate of fire, even if they are the latest cannons with retreats.
, can only fire three to five rounds per minute at most, but mortars are different. A 100mm mortar can even fire more than 20 rounds per minute.
And such rapid fire is not without cost. After firing a rapid fire, the squad leader shouted.
"Quick, wipe the cannon."
Cannon wiping means wiping the barrel of the cannon with the attached cannon, cooling the barrel and cleaning the gunpowder residue in the barrel.
In order to lower the temperature of the gun barrel as quickly as possible, the squad leader even took off his pants and peed on the gun barrel. In the rising steam, the temperature of the gun barrel dropped rapidly.
Compared with mortars, what is more shocking is the Type 68 mortar. Although it has a short range and is even called the "rabbit's leg" in the South China Army, it is definitely responsible for the firepower of the South China Artillery. Dozens of Type 68
The concentrated mortar fire attack was still as earth-shattering as in the past. Each violent explosion could directly blow up the trenches and bunkers within tens of meters of the square garden.
The weather today is clear and the visibility is extremely high. From the artillery positions, you can even see the Argentine army’s outer positions with the naked eye. The Argentine army’s positions were completely engulfed in flames and smoke. The continuous smoke rising up was like the god of death.
It roared like a breath and lifted up the earth. In the violent explosion, the Argentine soldiers hiding in the trenches all screamed in horror. I don't know how many people were buried alive in it.
"O God, please bless your people, and all glory be to you!"
Hidalgo, who was huddled in the trench, kept screaming. He never thought that one day the hand holding the pen would pick up a weapon. As a poet, he had just made a breakthrough in the literary world of Buenos Aires.
He showed his prominence, but the sudden war changed everything.
Like many others, he was drafted into the army, stuffed with a rifle with a slightly rotten stock from the Revolutionary War, and went to the battlefield like everyone else.
There are many people like him, including painters, musicians, lawyers, and even university professors. How can people like them go to the front line?
Right here, accompanied by an explosion, Hidalgo suddenly felt a shudder all over his body. It was a shudder of fear. He saw half of the body falling in front of him. Although the man was beyond recognition after being bombed, there was still something hanging on his face.
The half-cut glasses made Hidalgo recognize him as this person.
It was Karl Alt, the high school teacher from Poznan, East Prussia. Just this morning, they were chatting together, but now he only has half of his body left.
"God, this damn war..."
Hidalgo suddenly cursed the war. In his opinion, this war was no longer about defending Argentina's freedom and dignity, but was entirely caused by the ambitions of the big landowners.
"God, curse those greedy people. It is them who have brought mankind to destruction. It is their greed that has destroyed everything in the world. My God..."
Hidalgo, who was hiding from the gunfire, roared angrily, only boundless despair was left in his heart. When the earth was shaking under the gunfire, he discovered for the first time that he was originally a coward. He was afraid of death.
Once upon a time, he thought he was brave. When he received the call-up order, he said impassionedly to his friends and lovers who came to see him off that he would shed the last drop of his blood on the battlefield. In order to defend Argentina, all this
It's all worth it.
But what about now?
Hidalgo found that there was only one thought left in his mind - to leave this hellish place. He wanted to live, he didn't want to die on the battlefield like this, with no bones left after being blown up by artillery shells.
"God bless, bless me..."
Hidalgo cried and prayed. If he could choose again, he would never return to the front line. Even if he had lovers staring at him with adoring eyes, what was the point?
Once you die, you have nothing.
"Christina...I'm really not that brave..."
Hidalgo's mind came to the woman he had coveted for a long time. She was the most famous actress in Buenos Aires and a very brave woman. In the past days, she had been performing for the soldiers on the front line.
.
Once upon a time, he had hoped to exchange his heroic performance on the battlefield for her favor. After all, a brave woman like her must also like warriors.
But what about now?
He realized that he was stupid. If he died here, he would have nothing. Even if Christina shed tears at his funeral, what would be the point?
In the end, it may only take a month or even less. She will forget him, and then she will lie in the arms of other men, continue her life, and will not even think of him in the days to come...
"What a fool I am."
While Hidalgo was cursing his stupidity in his heart, the shelling of the South Chinese army seemed to become more fierce, and their cannons seemed to wipe out everything from the world.
Hidalgo, like everyone else, could only scream at the top of his lungs under such fierce fire...
Just as the Argentinians were screaming in the trenches to avoid the shelling, the soldiers in the trenches began to charge. They jumped out of the trenches and walked in the burned-out wheat fields. In the charred black fields, there were strips of gray-green scattered fields.
The line of troops advanced toward the Argentinian trenches, and thousands of bayonets shone coldly in the sun.
Behind the skirmisher line, the machine gunners pushing the artillery cart were either carrying shoulder straps, towing the artillery cart, or pushing the gun wheels. The Type 68 six-barreled Gatling gun was much lighter than the Type 62.
The vehicle weighs just over 200 kilograms, making it possible to accompany infantry attacks in field conditions.
Almost as soon as the machine gun team advanced to a mere three or four hundred meters away from the front line, the artillery fire began to extend to the rear. Although the Argentinian trenches were still shrouded in smoke, there seemed to be some movement over there.
"shot!"
After the machine gunner turned the crank, it turned almost half a circle, and the machine gun started to roar with joy. Dozens of machine guns rained bullets on the Argentine army's defense line. Under the suppression of intensive firepower, the machine gun just recovered from the artillery fire.
The Argentines had no chance to show their faces. Even if some were driven by officers to stand on the shooting platform, as soon as they showed up, their heads were shattered by 9mm bullets, and their brains were blown away. All the Argentines in the trenches were injured.
Was startled.
Many of them were even holding old-fashioned muzzle-loading guns, or perhaps even Jebes rifles left over from the Revolutionary War that had been converted into percussion guns. Never had such a dense firepower been seen.
Under the suppression of machine gun fire, they dared not raise their heads and could only let the bullets rain down on the trenches.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Argentines were suppressed by machine gun fire, the attacking infantry strode forward. Although the Argentine army also used mortars and heavy artillery from the rear to fight back, their firepower was obviously not comparable to that of the South Chinese army.
Although the artillery shells could bring some damage, they could not stop the South China army.
When they approached the Argentinian trenches, the soldiers at the front threw a grenade into the trenches. After the violent explosion, the soldiers rushed over like wolves and tigers. Those who were bombed
Before the dizzy Argentines could react, the bayonets were already buried in their chests.
The South Chinese troops rushed in like tigers attacking sheep, stabbing those Argentinian soldiers in the trenches like tigers swarming sheep. Whether they were soldiers from other provinces or poorly trained defense forces, they were not them at all.
opponent.
Amidst the frightening shouts, one Argentine soldier fell under the bayonet. Many people screamed in terror and raised their hands, but they could not stop the bayonet from sinking into their chests.
But none of this has anything to do with Hidalgo. In the explosion of the grenade, he was buried directly under the soil...
This chapter has been completed!