what's going on?
Even until he woke up and regained consciousness, Hidalgo, whose head was pounding, didn't know what had happened.
"I'm alive?"
Hidalgo had a severe headache when he discovered that he was still alive. There was silence all around, as if the artillery fire had stopped.
What happened?
Hidalgo, who felt that the battle seemed to be over, just recalled what happened. Slowly he recalled that when a strong air flow hit him, something solid pressed on him, and then
The person slowly lost consciousness.
What time is it now?
Is the battle over?
Who won?
Although there was a constant "buzzing...buzzing..." sound in his head, Hidalgo still tried to move his body. His body seemed to be pressed by something. The thing was so heavy that he could not move at all.
After struggling like this for a while, Hidalgo realized that he was pressed under a pile of soil, with a corpse on top of him. He couldn't figure out whose corpse it was, but the corpse on top of him made him feel uncomfortable.
He couldn't do anything at all.
"This...this!"
Suddenly, Hidalgo heard a heart-stopping sound - the sound of the tip of a knife piercing his body. He was born on a farm and was no stranger to this sound.
"Ah... God, have mercy... ah, help..."
Accompanied by the sound of bayonets piercing the body, the moans of the wounded, prayers and screams were mixed together, and they directly broke into Hidalgo's ears.
Damn, what are they doing?
Are you going to kill someone?
Finally, Hidalgo opened his eyes and looked through the gap. He saw soldiers who looked like Indians cleaning the battlefield. They used their bayonets to count the people on the ground, regardless of whether they were the wounded or the dead.
Watching the soldiers use bayonets to deal with the wounded on the ground, and listening to their prayers and cries in Spanish, Hidalgo understood that they had failed!
The battle line has been captured by the Nanhua army!
Amid the cries of the people, Hidalgo understood what was happening!
The sound the bayonet makes when it pierces the body is frightening, especially when the bayonet hits the bone and the "squeaking" sound comes, making Hidalgo tremble all over, but all he can think about now is how to survive.
Come down.
Survive!
God bless, you must survive!
Hidalgo, who was crushed by mud and broken limbs, kept praying in his heart. As a poet, he never thought that he would be so close to death.
As soon as he heard the sound of those people piercing other people's bodies with bayonets, Hidalgo was so frightened that he didn't even dare to move. He felt like he was sweating all over his body.
"God bless, God, please bless your people..."
At this moment, Hidalgo saw a pair of military boots walking towards him.
he came!
Hidalgo, who was extremely nervous, quickly closed his eyes, clenched his fists with both hands, and waited for death to come.
However, the bayonet did not fall!
Even in the following time, although people walked by him from time to time, they seemed not to notice Hidalgo. They just walked past him every time. Sometimes Hidalgo even saw dripping blood.
The tip of the bayonet passed before his eyes, but even so, they did not notice him.
"God bless!"
While praying for his luck, Hidalgo kept praying that it would get dark soon. As soon as it got dark, he would immediately escape from the battlefield and leave this ghost place.
Perhaps, God heard his prayer, and just like that, he lay under the corpse for an unknown length of time. It finally turned dark. After making sure that there was no movement around him, Hidalgo tried his best to lift the corpse that was lying on him.
After flipping over and standing up from the trench, he saw the surroundings clearly through the moonlight - it was a complete hellish appearance, with corpses everywhere, all of them Argentinian corpses.
They died on this battlefield like this.
Although he is a poet, Hidalgo is no longer as sentimental and sad for the dead as he used to be. He wants to live, so he runs like this with his waist bent on this hellish slaughterhouse. He doesn't even know that he is
He was running somewhere, but at this moment there was only one thought left in his mind - escape, escape far away, far away from this land of death.
In this way, Hidalgo ran on the battlefield. Sometimes he would fall in the crater, and sometimes he would fall on the corpse. Even if the blood on the corpse was stained on him, he would not even look at it.
.
I want to escape!
Just as he was escaping forward, masses of light exploded in the distant sky. In front of him was the battlefield! The battle was still going on. On the way to escape, he even saw the South Chinese people, although they could not see clearly in the dark night.
Their appearance, but what they said was something Hidalgo had never heard of.
Maybe, this is Southern Chinese!
Hidalgo was thinking secretly in his heart, and an idea even came to his mind. Maybe after the war is over, he can learn some South Chinese. Maybe by then, this place will have been occupied by the South Chinese.
Who knows?
As for resistance and fighting, in Hidalgo's opinion, it has nothing to do with him. He has already seen through that this war has nothing to do with the Argentine people. It is entirely the big landowners who want to expand.
I just want to capture the Pampas.
What is said in the name of progress and the law is all nonsense!
In the name of wealth, those landowners launched this war, but what was the result? What they got in exchange was destruction and death, and who died?
Just ordinary people like him.
Now that you have figured it all out, why bother resisting?
"I will not die for those damn landlords..."
Hidalgo said to himself in his heart that he seemed to have been protected by God while running all the way, even though he ran all the way towards Buenos Aires, even though he even encountered Nanhua's army on the way.
, but those people didn't notice him at all. Who would have thought that someone would be desperate and run like this alone on the battlefield?
Hidalgo even walked through artillery fire, but at dawn the next day, he finally saw Buenos Aires and the city he was familiar with.
On this day, not only Hidalgo saw it, but also many soldiers from South China also saw the city in the rising sun...
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
The city is on lockdown again, and I'm grabbing food... I'll try to update six times today...
This chapter has been completed!