Chapter 1115 Curse (First update, please subscribe)

intelligence!

In any war, intelligence work is the most critical. Compared with the Peruvian-Bolivian army, they knew almost nothing about the Ming Empire army.

The Ming Empire knew them very well, even to the point of observing them under a microscope.

In the past decade or so, the empire has obtained a large amount of military and political intelligence through official or unofficial channels, which is why Emperor Zhu dared to fight a quick battle.

Not because of anything else, the root cause is understanding.

"His Majesty!"

Over the past few days, Eliodoro Camacho's experience has been like a dream.

He failed.

As a loser, he led his men to surrender to the imperial army. When he thought he would be imprisoned in a prisoner-of-war camp and then exiled to Africa, he left Bolivia under the escort of imperial soldiers and came to Asuncion.

Here, he actually met the emperor of the empire.

At this time, Emperor Zhu was looking at the Bolivian general in front of him with curious eyes.

It was the first time he had seen a Bolivian general voluntarily lead his troops in surrender.

It's not that the Bolivian officers were so dedicated to their duties, but because they generally ran away very quickly. Even before the imperial army attacked, they fled with the troops.

The soldiers were running away, the officers were running away, and the generals were running away too.

He is the first one who can lead his troops to surrender voluntarily...

"Please take a seat, General."

Emperor Zhu said to Eliodoro Camacho with a smile.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Eliodoro Camacho showed his good manners. He bowed respectfully and then sat down on the chair brought by the servant.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, General. I think you will soon realize that surrendering to our army is actually a very correct choice. I assure you that you and your soldiers will be treated most fairly."

Emperor Zhu said in a relaxed tone.

"I also hope from the bottom of my heart that my choice is the right one as you said, Your Majesty. But surrender is never an honorable thing. The shame of surrender will accompany me for the rest of my life. Even if I die, this shame will be passed on to my descendants. I only have one request now. I ask you to treat the captured Bolivian soldiers with tolerance. They may not be so brave, but they deserve to be treated fairly. After the war, they deserve to return to their families."

Eliodoro Camacho said.

"General, the Empire will treat every captured soldier of the Peruvian-Bolivian Federation with leniency, and this is an indisputable fact. Your subordinates will tell you that the treatment they received in the Imperial POW camps is even better than in your army. They are treated fairly there..."

Emperor Zhu was not exaggerating, this was the fact, whether in Peru or Bolivia, those Indian soldiers were... well, consumables, and they ate worse than dogs. It would be better to call them slaves than soldiers.

Now, as captives, they not only receive fair treatment, but the Ming Empire will certainly be very lenient and will not even put them in prisoner-of-war camps, but send them to the colonies in Africa to contribute to the construction of that hot land.

Well, they will also have children and reproduce there.

Look how well the Empire treats its prisoners.

Whenever he thought about how lenient he was and how he allowed the captives to live such a happy life, Emperor Zhu couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was the typical good man who did good things without leaving a name.

Killing prisoners in daily life.

Sandezi abused the prisoners.

As for the Russians, they treated the prisoners like donkeys, and the kind that wouldn't even eat grass.

In other words, the Ming Empire treated them with the utmost kindness.

When the emperor mentioned "fairness", Eliodoro Camacho lowered his head slightly. As a native white man, he certainly knew what the emperor was referring to.

"How about a cup of tea, General? You look very tired."

Emperor Zhu turned around and said to the attendant standing aside:

"Bring the general a cup of tea."

"General, can I ask you some questions now?"

Emperor Zhu asked with a smile.

"Of course, Your Majesty, I will answer any questions you have truthfully."

Eliodoro Camacho bowed respectfully and replied.

"Well, what I'm confused about is, aren't you the commander of the 4th Infantry Division? Then why are the soldiers who surrendered with you from the 1st, 2nd, and 5th Divisions?"

Emperor Zhu asked:

"I don't want to get any information from you, I'm just a little curious. Of course, given your position, you don't have to answer my question."

"No, I can answer this question. It's not a secret anyway. As for why there are so many troops, it's because... because their officers have all fled."

Eliodoro Camacho smiled bitterly, then shook his head and sighed.

"They all ran away, leaving all their troops behind."

"All gone? I don't understand, General."

After Eliodoro Camacho said this, Emperor Zhu already had the answer in his mind, but he still wanted to confirm it.

"All the troops mean that these soldiers are the last remaining soldiers of the Bolivian army. Your Majesty, theoretically, you have completely wiped out the Bolivian army. At this point, you can be proud of your airships. As the whole world agrees, your empire has the most powerful airship force in the world.

Of course, there is no mercy in war, and I will not blame them for fulfilling their duties, but the only thing I want to do now is to curse that stupid guy Hilarion Daza. If he is still alive and appears in front of me now, I will strangle him to death without hesitation. In order to realize his damn heroic dream, so many troops died in vain, 20,000 people, five divisions, more than 15,000 people fell on the road in vain, and these soldiers didn't even know how they died when they died..."

A Bolivian army division has only about 4,000 soldiers, which is also a symbol of backwardness. This is just the scale of divisions in the Napoleonic era. Now the divisions in the world have reached tens of thousands of people.

At this point, Eliodoro Camacho said with a wry smile:

"Well, Your Majesty, if you have no other questions, please send me to my subordinates. I want to stay with them, even if I have to go to Africa, I hope to be with them."

In fact, when surrendering, Eliodoro Camacho knew what would happen. The reason why the other officers fled so quickly was because they were afraid of being captured and sent to Africa.

The whole world knows that the Ming Empire treated prisoners well, fairly and tolerantly, but they would definitely be sent to Africa.

There weren't even prisoner-of-war camps there, but they couldn't return home until the war was over. But when would the war end? Chile...it took about ten years!

"Don't be so anxious. The ship to Africa won't leave for a while. But before that, I would like to invite you to have lunch with me. We can talk slowly at the table. You can rest assured that your soldiers will be properly arranged."

Emperor Zhu said politely.

China is a country of etiquette. Although it does not like to dress people in formal attire like the Qing Dynasty does, it certainly still pays attention to etiquette.

When guests come, how can you not treat them to a meal?

"Then I will obey your command, Your Majesty."

Eliodoro Camacho nodded in response.

"By the way, I want to ask, President Dasa, is he really dead?"

Emperor Zhu picked up the teacup and asked curiously.

It wasn't because he was worried. What did a guy with great ambitions but little talent have to worry about? It was more out of curiosity.

"Yes, Your Majesty, they were killed in the bombing by the airship before they even had time to escape from their car! Napoleon, no one who calls himself "Napoleon" in South America has a good ending."

"Puff!" When Emperor Zhu heard Eliodoro Camacho say the name with gritted teeth, the tea in his mouth sprayed out on the spot.

"Why is there another Napoleon..."

At this moment, Emperor Zhu couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. After all, there were also some people in South America who called him "Napoleon of South America".

Wow, I thought it was a compliment at first, but now it seems like it’s not a compliment at all, it’s clearly a curse.

I have set up a book club: 335260551. Everyone is welcome to join and discuss and deduce the plot together.

(End of this chapter)