Chapter 333 The Storm Sweeping the Earth (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Only a dead white ghost is a good white ghost!

This is just what everyone said in private. In fact, the South Chinese never discriminated against white people. How could they discriminate against them?

From Zhu Dashuai himself to ordinary workers, many of them married white women. Discrimination was out of the question.

For the Nanhua warriors, they even looked forward to attacking Buenos Aires. After all, that city with a population of more than 200,000 was full of charming Latin girls.

Many single veterans in the army have married in Chile. Naturally, many new recruits or veterans who have not found wives hope to complete this major life event in Buenos Aires.

“It’s only one kilometer!”

Lying on the edge of the trench, Wang Taisheng's eyes were fixed on the front. Occasionally, he would raise his Type 62 rifle and aim forward, but this distance was far beyond the range of the Type 62 rifle.

"If I had a Type 67 sniper rifle, I could definitely take care of a few ghosts."

Wang Taisheng sat down with some regret. He looked at the Type 67 rifle in Li Le's arms with envy in his eyes. That rifle was more powerful and had a longer range.

"Are you jealous?"

Li Le, with his general's hat half-buttoned in front of him, looked up at Wang Taisheng from under the brim and said.

"Want to use 67? As long as you can hit ten rings with your 100-meter target, I guarantee you can..."

Before anyone could finish their words, accompanied by a dull whistle, a violent explosion swept across the trench as the shells fell.

"Damn the ghosts, they started firing again! Where are our cannons?"

"That's right. Where are our cannons? Ever since we got here, we've only seen the foreigners firing cannons..."

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Once our cannons start firing, it will be truly earth-shattering!"

While the new recruits were complaining, the veterans comforted them and smoked leisurely. They knew very well how powerful Nanhua's cannons were, as they had seen them in Shanxi.

The wait didn't last long.

In the early hours of October 31, the messengers in the trenches kept passing on orders. As the orders were issued, the soldiers installed bayonets on their rifles. For a while, the trenches were filled with the sound of bayonets being installed. The soldiers holding the rifles were perhaps nervous, or expectant, or a little excited, and of course a little afraid. However, no one backed down, as each of them was very clear about their duties. Once the order was issued, they would jump out of the trenches and attack the Afghan positions.

While the soldiers were preparing for the upcoming battle, Zhu Xianhai, who had just arrived at the front line, came to the front line accompanied by General Sun Hu and other generals. The reason why he came here was because this battle was of great importance. They were in the bunker, observing the Argentine army's defense line by moonlight, and then Zhu Xianhai smiled.

“Have you heard that the Argentines call this the ‘Fortress of Humaita’?”

"Fortress Umaita? The one in Paraguay? The one that was taken down by the combined forces of Argentina and Brazil?"

Sun Hu raised his eyebrows slightly and said.

"This name seems unlucky!"

"It's unlucky! During Lopez's term, in order to strengthen control over the Paraná River, he spent a lot of money to build the huge Humaita Fortress, equipped with hundreds of large and small bunkers and more than 300 artillery pieces of various calibers. The waterways leading to Asuncion were all within its range, so it was hailed as the "Sevastopol of South America." But everyone knows the final result."

Zhu Xianhai said with a smile.

"Look, now the Argentines call this place 'Fort Umaita'? Have you noticed that these foreigners don't care about names, while we Chinese people pay attention to naming. Don't you think it would be better to call it the Gibraltar of South America? What a lucky name! Sevastopol is famous for its perfect defense, but it is more famous because it was ravaged by Britain and France in the Crimean War. The Argentines call this place 'Argentina's Fort Umaita'. What do you think will happen?"

Perhaps in order to get a good start, Zhu Xianhai specifically mentioned this result. In fact, he was a little nervous deep down. After all, this was Nanhua's first real battle.

The one in Chile was just a trial run, but the Trentino-Alto Fortress in front of us was a carefully constructed field fortress that had learned from the experience of the Civil War. It was a fortress built with barbed wire, trenches, and fortresses. The Argentines even buried mines between the fortresses.

It’s really not easy to attack a fortress like this!

At 4:00 in the morning, an order was given from the artillery position:

"Reload your guns!"

However, within tens of seconds, the 362 76mm, 88mm field guns, 105mm field howitzers, and 120mm and 150mm mortars of the South China First Corps quickly removed the artillery camouflage nets, shook the gun bodies, and the loaders quickly pushed the first wave of shells into the barrels, closed the breech blocks, and the aimers completed the muzzle positioning according to the pre-assigned parameters.

At 4:05, when the minute hand and the second hand were in a straight line, Zhu Xianhai, who was at the front line, personally gave the order.

The command is three words:

“Let’s get started!”

Although the order was simple, Zhu Xianhai knew that the meaning of these three words was not the beginning of a battle, but the beginning of a great cause!

The silence of the early morning was suddenly broken by deafening artillery fire.

The sky and the earth were suddenly illuminated red by the cannon flames. The next moment, a violent storm swept across the earth. It was the cannon wind sweeping across the earth!

“Swoosh…”

Wang Taisheng and his comrades who were in the front trench heard a sound coming from above their heads. A dense and somewhat strange sound passed over their heads, and the sound sounded a bit like a sharp wind whistle.

It's the whistling sound of artillery shells!

Some are dull, some are sharp.

The dull ones are mortar shells, and the sharp ones are field artillery shells. The former has a low initial velocity and a dull sound, while the latter has a high initial velocity and a sharp sound.

The battle has begun!

History should remember this moment: at 4:05 am on October 31, 1869, after nearly a month of mobilizing troops, the Nanhua Army finally sounded the clarion call to advance.

This clarion call is not just aimed at Argentina!

This day is destined to go down in history, just like the cannonball wind that is sweeping across the earth at this moment. When the storm starts, no one knows where it will sweep to, or when and in what form it will stop.

But this storm is sweeping across the earth starting from today, from this moment.

(End of this chapter)