The roaring train went north at high speed, and nothing seemed to be able to stop the train's progress along the way. Behind the train, war was raging, but in front of the train, the earth shrouded in twilight was exceptionally quiet.
Have a smooth journey!
The journey went smoothly beyond An Fusheng's imagination. The small train stations along the way had been controlled by the raiding team. As for the few major stations along the way, they just "jumped" over - driving past quickly.
Military columns!
It's completely normal to not rely on stations, and those train stations didn't notice anything unusual at all.
According to the staff plan, there is no rear in this war. The role of sending the raiding party in advance is to occupy the small train station and destroy the Chilean telegraph lines, making Santiago deaf and blind, at least for a short time because of the information.
asymmetry, thereby paving the way for the next step of the plan.
What’s next?
It is An Fusheng who leads this commando team - they will go straight to Huanglong and directly attack Santiago.
There had never been such a bold attack plan in this world, at least not in the world of 1866.
In fact, in ancient China, there were some precedents for such surprise attacks. There were countless deceitful ways in ancient China's military use. This plan is just a slight reference.
What's the biggest change?
This is the train!
Behind this train, sixteen canister carriages were towed, and the carriages were crowded with hundreds of armed commandos. Without exception, they all wore Chilean military uniforms, and there were even many European soldiers. From the outside,
From the outside, they look no different from ordinary Chilean troops.
European officers and Indian soldiers, any Chilean army is composed of these two.
Even when the train passed some stations to add water, it did not attract anyone's attention. No one could have imagined that someone would be so bold as to directly send a small team to attack the capital of a country.
Such a plan is too bold!
Not to mention that outsiders would not expect it, even as the executor of the plan, An Fusheng was also muttering in his heart. He was smoking cigarettes one after another. Standing next to him, deputy captain Zhang Pengju was also smoking quietly. They
Their eyes met in the air, and neither of them spoke, but they both understood what the other meant.
I’m so worried!
"Coming!"
Finally, An Fusheng broke the silence.
"Um!"
Zhang Pengju nodded,
"After parking, proceed as planned."
An Fusheng pursed his lips, took a puff of cigarette, and said again.
"Everything should go well!"
The train roared forward. On this night, everything was so peaceful. Finally, near the city of Santiago, the train driver pulled the switch. The small red light immediately lit up in the rear carriage, and the officers and soldiers stood in succession.
Getting up, they stared at the narrow window in the car door.
About to arrive at the destination.
"We're about to arrive at the station, everyone, get ready!"
An Fusheng shouted loudly, and then said.
"Costly."
"Sir."
A Hispanic-looking officer squeezed over, straightened his collar, and then said.
"Don't worry, we have simulated it many times!"
His Chinese was a bit stiff, and when he turned around, he started speaking Spanish again.
"Everyone is getting ready to get off the car and notice the marching posture of the queue. Don't worry, even God doesn't know we will be so bold!"
Even God could not have guessed that someone would use a train to transport a carload of enemy troops, and that they would be directed towards the capital.
Ten minutes later, the train entering the train station slowly stopped. As soon as the train stopped, a station attendant asked on the platform.
"Where did you come from? Why were the telegrams from the south interrupted?"
"From Talca, I heard that the Southerners defeated our army on the Kilian side. The telegraph line must have been destroyed by their people, and many Indians were instigated by them to launch a rebellion."
When the conductor answered loudly, he pointed to the car and said.
"In order to prevent the rebels from attacking Santiago, the general specially mobilized a regiment of troops."
While they were chatting, the car door opened, and groups of Chilean soldiers jumped out of the car. The officers were shouting loudly, and sometimes whipped the Indian soldiers.
All this seemed so familiar that the staff and police at the station had long been accustomed to it. Although the infantry regiment seemed to have a lot of indigenous people, they didn't think there was anything strange about it.
An Fusheng, who was in the queue, lined up casually like the other soldiers, even his hat was just casually placed on his head.
Everything seemed to go well. After arranging the queue, the Chilean troops marched out of the train station. After the troops walked out of the station, there were many large carriages parked outside the station. The officers and soldiers got on the carriages directly.
It seems no different from usual.
They should have taken a carriage to the military camp outside the city.
Some people secretly muttered in their hearts, as for the police at the train station, they just glanced over there, at most they were just curious in their hearts. They didn't think there was anything surprising about the appearance of the carriage. Maybe they were temporarily hired by the army.
carriage.
In fact, they didn't know that these dozens of carriages were hired by spies from the Investigation Department lurking in San Diego. After a simple communication, the troops got on the carriages, split up as soon as they left the station, and drove towards the established goal.
It's two o'clock in the morning in Santiago. The streets are eerily quiet. The street lights on the roadside are emitting dim light. Everything is the same as before. There is no difference.
Several carriages walked slowly and slowly towards Constitution Square, where the presidential palace La Moneda Palace is located. La Moneda Palace is not only the presidential palace, but also the government headquarters. Although it is not the official residence of the ministers, it is
What is certain is that it is still the president's official residence.
"Sir, in front of you is Constitution Square. La Moneda Palace is just north of the square. There is a company of guards stationed inside all year round..."
Mirraff, who was driving the carriage, introduced the situation around the presidential palace to An Fusheng, and then said.
"According to the plan, we will send you to Syntagma Square. The next actions are up to you, sir."
Mirraf looked at the officers beside him, and he was muttering in his heart. If the operation failed, he would definitely escape immediately. After all, he was just a spy. There was no need to pick up a gun and fight the Chileans. In his opinion, he was just a spy.
, whoever made this plan must be crazy.
An Fusheng nodded and said.
"Don't worry, just send us to the door of the Presidential Palace."