Now it is cruel and long. From the moment they invade the city, they are like ants gnawing on bones. They have to attack streets one by one, and sometimes they even have to fight for buildings one by one.
The resistance of those Argentinians determined to defend their homeland was also extremely tenacious.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a violent explosion, the seemingly solid barricade was directly flattened to the ground by the cannon. Behind the barricade made of paving stones, there were a lot of casualties. The falling rubble further amplified the damage of the explosion. After the Argentinians who were dead and wounded everywhere shouted:
When the pitiful screams came, Wang Taisheng's company rushed over. The soldiers used rifles and bayonets to clear away the remaining enemy rear. Wang Hong, the Spanish company commander, stared at the road sign for a while before saying excitedly.
"This is July 9th Street. If you go forward, you will reach the Presidential Palace!"
When the soldiers heard this, they all shouted excitedly. When the soldiers cheered, they saw the broken ink bottles in the robbed shop on the roadside. Wang Hong thought for a while and dipped his fingers in ink on the wall.
The words "Occupied by the 3rd Battalion and 9th Company of the 7th Regiment on December 6th" were written on it.
Then they continued to attack the remaining enemies along July 9th Avenue. The fighting became more intense as they entered the city. The entire city was shrouded in smoke. Fierce fighting was going on in every corner of the city.
The field artillery of the infantry attack continued to blast open one barricade after another. The Argentinians who were holding on to the barricades continued to retreat during the explosion, leaving only corpses everywhere.
The sound of gunfire, artillery and grenade explosions echoed in the streets of Buenos Aires. This was the first real street fighting conducted by the South Chinese Army. Although their artillery could tear apart barricades, even though they
The artillery shells can inflict heavy damage to the enemy, but the street fighting that lasted for a day and night still made people feel the cruelty of war.
For Angela, who was in the field hospital, she once again felt the cruelty of the war from the moment the war broke out. From the moment the battle started, the wounded were constantly sent to the school, inside the classroom and on the playground outside the classroom.
It was crowded with wounded soldiers sent from all over.
As a nurse, she could only run among the wounded, and every time she ran among the wounded, someone would always pull her skirt with their hands, and desperate voices would scream and ask for help from her.
"Ma'am...water! Please give me some water! For God's sake, give me some water!"
The silent skills of the wounded always made Angela unable to ignore them. In order to take care of these wounded, she could only run among the wounded all the time, making her face sweaty every time. Sometimes, she had just fetched water,
When they ran over, they found that the man was already dead. Their eyes were all the same - gray eyes without any luster, but when they died, they still held the wound tightly with their hands, and there was blood between their fingers.
The time is dry, their mouths are open, and it seems that they are shouting there until they die - water! Give me some water to drink!
For the injured, compared to medical treatment, what they thirsty for before dying is just a mouthful of water. But here, there are not so many people to take care of them. What can they do? It's so crazy.
The ground started shouting.
On the battlefield, there are many such wounded people. To the generals, a soldier is just a symbol, a number, nothing more.
Of course, it might be their bargaining chip.
"Now that the South China Army has entered the city, they may occupy the entire city at any time. Mr. President, everything is irreversible. Now we must make the worst decision, either surrender, or leave here and continue fighting!"
In the dark basement of the Presidential Palace, Major General Matoro directly stated the fact that on the city defense map behind him, one-fifth of Buenos Aires had been captured by the South Chinese Army.
"It's impossible for me to surrender. If Lopez didn't surrender, I won't surrender either!"
Sarnto said with no doubt.
"I will fight on. If Buenos Aires falls, I will fight in the provinces. If the land falls, we will fight on the sea."
As a politician, Sarnto's will is extremely strong. Even though he witnessed the bombing of Nanhua airships and the devastating blow the bombing brought to the city, he still stubbornly persisted without any trace of fear.
The thought of being willing to surrender.
In fact, it was not that he had not thought about peace talks before. Not only did he intend to recognize Nanhua's occupation of the Pampas, he even considered ceding some land.
But this thought was fleeting, because the American ambassador who came to mediate told him very clearly that Nanhua's purpose was to occupy the entire Argentina.
The only condition for ending the war is surrender! Apart from surrender, Nanhua will not accept any other form of truce.
surrender!
How is this possible?
Paraguay's Lopez has fought for nearly five years without surrendering, and what about him? He hasn't even fought for two months...
Oh, God!
how so!
"But now the fall of the city is inevitable!"
As the city defense commander, Mitre looked at Sarento and said.
"Now Nanhua's army is attacking the city bit by bit. In half a month, maybe a few days, they will occupy the entire city, and they have surrounded the city. If we want to leave here, we can only leave through the Rio de la Plata
here!"
Glancing at Sarnto, Mitre couldn't help but sympathize with the guy who replaced him as president two years ago. If he had not failed in the election two years ago, how would he have faced this crisis as president?
Will he be like Sarnto and arrogantly provoke a war with Nanhua?
Mitre didn't know how he would choose, but now Sarnto definitely has no choice, what other choice does he have?
Live and die with this city.
leave!
Matoro opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at Mitre, his eyes full of questions.
"What did you say? What does it mean?"
"Mr. President, first of all, we must understand that the fall of the city is inevitable. If we want to continue fighting, we must leave here. Otherwise, we have only one choice, which is to die here!"
Died in Buenos Aires!
At this moment, everyone was lost in thought. They all knew the price of holding on. After all, in the Paraguayan War, they all knew very well what the fate of those Paraguayan defenders who held on would be.
"As the president of Argentina, there is no way I will surrender!"
Of course you won't surrender!
Matoro glanced at Sarento. Although the president said nothing, he still guessed what the other party was thinking - he was in favor of retreat.
"But if we want to continue fighting, we must have troops. My suggestion is that we try to withdraw some troops, our troops!"
No explanation was needed, Sarnto knew what Mitre meant.
"What about the troops from other provinces?"
"Now...may God bless them!"
Sarnto thought for a while and said.
"May God bless them!"
This chapter has been completed!