Chapter 1100: Tough Guy (Third update, please subscribe)

The cannons bombard the infantry and attack; the cannons bombard the infantry and charge!

Sometimes war is so simple, and what's more, the empire was facing a group of slave-like Indian soldiers under the "Caudillo" system.

What was the first word that came to these Indian soldiers' minds when faced with heavy artillery fire?

It’s escape!

The defeat was like a landslide!

In Bolivia, the country founded by the American liberator Bolivar, its army fully demonstrated what it means to be defeated miserably when facing the attack of the imperial army!

From the border to the interior, there were fleeing Indian soldiers everywhere. Those Indians, who were in tattered clothes or even without military uniforms, fled directly to the mountains. They came from the mountains and fled back to the mountains.

Facts have proved that... in the face of absolute strength, all plans are unnecessary!

Standing on the pedal beside the door of his 10th-model Qianlima sedan, Ren Huabang frowned and looked at the international highway in the distance. The Peruvian military outpost near the highway had been destroyed. A long line of Liberation 2.5-ton trucks were speeding on the highway, packed with infantry. There were also dozens of Type 11 armored vehicles on the roadside - light wheeled armored vehicles developed on the basis of the 10th-model Qianlima sedan. The small turret was equipped with a 7.5mm 10th-model machine gun. The 3-7mm armor seemed thin, but it could block the shooting of light weapons. In the Imperial Army, this cheap and light armored car was regarded as a kind of light cavalry.

Ren Huabang turned around and shouted to the adjutant standing beside the car:

"Order the 17th Division to speed up and attack Sucre as quickly as possible, and then attack directly to Sucre."

"Yes, sir."

The adjutant quickly saluted him and then ran towards the communications armored vehicle nearby.

"Sir, the troops are making good progress and are encountering almost no resistance. The Bolivian army led by Hilarion Daza is simply vulnerable."

The chief of staff said, holding a telegram at the side.

"According to our estimate, we should have encountered stubborn resistance in the border fortification area, but after only one round of artillery fire, the defenders gave up resistance. It seems that the analysis of the Military Intelligence Bureau is correct. Under the "Caudillo System", Bolivia and even the whole of South America are essentially a minority of people enslaving the majority. They are full of internal problems and vulnerable. As long as the empire exerts a little effort, it can easily destroy these countries. The Indians and mixed-race people guarding there are simply unwilling to work for the masters."

The chief of staff pointed to a small hill in the distance and said that there was only a pile of smoking debris on the hill. After a round of bombardment, the defenders fled in panic. The speed of their escape was even faster than they had imagined.

It even disrupted Ren Huabang's plan.

"Where is the 39th Regiment now?"

"They set out yesterday afternoon and if all goes well, they will arrive near Sucre tomorrow."

The Chief of Staff reported calmly.

"However, I think that at the current marching speed, by the time the 39th Regiment arrives in Sucre, the 17th Division will probably already be at the gates of Sucre. Commander Ren, it seems that despite all our calculations, we didn't expect them to be so vulnerable!"

Ren Huabang turned his head somewhat depressed and looked towards the Andes Mountains in the distance. In order to achieve the goal of quickly defeating the enemy, he sent out the 39th Regiment as a surprise force, taking the water route along the Picomayo River to bypass the heavily defended areas and go straight to Sucre.

But who would have thought that this would be the result - the defenders abandoned their responsibilities without even firing a shot.

"The speed is still too slow. We must occupy Sucre within three days. We are racing against time and defeating them completely before other countries can react. If I cannot complete the combat mission within the specified time, you and I will both be sinners of the empire."

Ren Huabang said to his chief of staff without worry.

"I believe we can complete the task as planned. We can..."

Just as he finished speaking, the intelligence officer reported.

"Report, Commander Ren, there is urgent information from the Military Intelligence Bureau!"

After jumping out of the car and taking the intelligence from the intelligence officer, Ren Huabang's eyes suddenly lit up and he said to the chief of staff with some excitement.

"Haha, God is really helping me. Send a message to the 39th Regiment immediately and ask them to turn to Sucre!"

…

The Peru-Bolivia Federation is similar to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, a loose dual federation. Both sides still maintain their own governments and armies, and even the presidency of the federation takes turns.

Sucre is the capital of Bolivia and the seat of its government and parliament. The city of Sucre is named after its liberator, General Sucre. As a country created by the American liberator Bolivar, this country did not become a free and prosperous country as he imagined. In the more than half a century after independence, it has experienced dozens of coups, dozens of changes of presidents, and of course, it has also suffered several invasions.

In the early morning of September 11, the Bolivian senior officials in Sucre were awakened from their sleep. They received a telegram from the border - the Ming Dynasty had invaded Bolivia.

Before they could even recover from the border conflict, another shocking news came from Peru - the Ming Empire had occupied Tacna.

"Did they fly there with wings?"

Hilarion Daza, the short Vice President of the Federation and President of Bolivia, asked loudly.

"That's very possible. After all, they have an airship. But Mr. President, that's not important now. What's important is..."

Before Pedro José Domingo Guerra could finish his words, Hilarion Daza spoke excitedly.

"What's important? God has given us a chance! A chance to liberate the Federation. God can testify that I will not only repel the invasion of the Ming Empire, but will also recapture Tacna as a liberator and liberate the entire Peru!"

Now Hilarion Daza was so excited!

For him, who was deeply trapped in the domestic crisis, the invasion of the Ming Empire not only did not make him feel a crisis, but he even saw an opportunity.

What is this opportunity?

It was by virtue of repelling the invasion of the Ming Empire that he became the true president of the federation. It must be admitted that although President Dasa is not tall, his ambition is definitely no less than Napoleon's.

Of course, becoming a hero is not an ambition, but a kind of desire. For these military politicians, they all have a dream of becoming a hero in their hearts.

They want to be so-called heroes, of course not to save the people from disaster, but to gain the world's admiration as some kind of war heroes. After all, people in South America admire tough guys.

Being a tough guy can easily gain the trust of the people, thereby consolidating their rule.

"Mr. President, we must see that the Ming Empire is very powerful. Their army is even larger than our population. It is almost impossible for us to defeat them!"

Facing the persuasion of his confidant, Dasa spoke directly.

"No, Pedro, you don't understand one thing. The Ming Empire's invasion this time is not to occupy the territory of the Federation, but to seek revenge or the truth. What we need is not to defeat them, but to repel them. As long as we repel them, we can return to the negotiation table, and then..."

He puffed out his chest and said a little excitedly.

"I am the liberator of the entire federation!"

Ilarion Daza, who was immersed in the dream of being the "Liberator", didn't care about so many things at all. He directly announced that he would personally lead his troops to Ipita and command the troops to fight on the front line to stop the invasion of the Ming Empire.

So, that afternoon, Hilarion Daza took him to the BMW sedan and led an army of more than 10,000 troops to leave Sucre.

(End of this chapter)