Chapter 251: Surprise Attack on San Diego (First Update, Please Subscribe)
The roaring train sped northward, and it seemed that nothing could stop its progress along the way. Behind the train, there was raging war, and in front of the train, the earth shrouded in twilight was exceptionally peaceful.
Smooth journey!
The journey was smoother than An Fusheng had imagined. The small train stations along the way had been controlled by the raiding team. As for the few large stations along the way, they simply "jumped" over them - driving past quickly.
A military train!
Not stopping at a station is so normal that the train stations didn't notice anything unusual at all.
According to the plan of the General Staff, there was no rear in this war. The purpose of sending the raiding team in advance was to occupy the small train station and destroy the Chilean telegraph lines, making Santiago deaf and blind, at least in the short term due to information asymmetry, thus paving the way for the next plan.
What’s next?
It is An Fusheng who leads this commando team - they will go straight to the heart of the matter and attack San Diego directly.
Never before in the world had there been such a bold attack plan, at least not in the world of 1866.
In fact, there are some precedents for such surprise attacks in ancient China. Ancient China had countless tricks in using troops. This plan was just a slight reference.
What is the biggest change?
This is the train!
At the rear of the train, there were sixteen sealed carriages filled with hundreds of well-armed commandos. All of them wore Chilean military uniforms, and there were even quite a few European soldiers. On the surface, they looked no different from ordinary Chilean troops.
The Chilean army at any one time was composed of European officers and Indian soldiers.
Even when the train passed through some stations to refuel, it did not attract anyone's attention. No one could have imagined that someone would be so bold as to send a small team directly to attack the capital of a country.
Such a plan is too bold!
Not to mention that outsiders could not imagine it, even as the executor of the plan, An Fusheng was also muttering to himself. He smoked one cigarette after another. Standing beside him, deputy captain Zhang Pengju was also smoking quietly. Their eyes met in the air. No one spoke, but they both understood what the other meant.
I'm a bit worried!
“Almost there!”
Finally, An Fusheng broke the silence.
"Um!"
Zhang Pengju nodded.
"After parking, proceed as planned."
Pursing his lips, An Fusheng took a puff of cigarette and continued speaking.
"It should all go well!"
The train roared forward. Everything was so peaceful on this night. Finally, when approaching the city of Santiago, the train driver pulled the switch. A small red light immediately lit up in the rear carriage. The officers and soldiers stood up one after another, staring at the narrow window on the door.
About to arrive at destination.
"We're almost at the station, everyone get ready!"
An Fusheng shouted loudly, and then said again.
“It costs money.”
"Sir."
A Hispanic-looking officer squeezed over, straightened his collar, and then spoke.
"Don't worry, we have simulated this many times!"
His Chinese sounded a little stiff, and when he turned around, he started speaking Spanish.
"Everyone, get ready to get off the bus. Pay attention to the pace of the team. Don't worry. Even God doesn't know that we are so bold!"
Even God could not have guessed that someone would transport a truckload of enemy troops by train, heading straight for the capital.
More than ten minutes later, the train that was entering the train station slowly stopped. As soon as the train stopped, a station attendant on the platform asked.
"Where did you come from? Why was the telegraph from the South interrupted?"
"From Talca, we heard that the Yankees had defeated our army in Chillán. The telegraph lines must have been destroyed by their people, and many Indians were incited to rebellion."
The conductor answered loudly and pointed to the carriage.
"The general has brought in a regiment of troops to prevent the rebels from attacking Santiago."
While they were chatting, the doors of the carriages opened and teams of Chilean soldiers jumped out. The officers were shouting loudly and sometimes whipping the Indian soldiers with whips.
It all looked so familiar that the station staff and police were no longer surprised. Although there seemed to be too many natives in this infantry regiment, they did not think there was anything strange.
An Fusheng, who was in the queue, was just like the other soldiers, standing in a casual line, even with his hat on his head casually.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly. After the troops lined up, they marched out of the train station. After the troops walked out of the station, they saw many large carriages parked outside the station. The officers and soldiers got on the carriages directly, and it seemed that there was no difference from usual.
They should be taking a carriage to the military camp outside the city.
Someone muttered to himself that as for the police at the train station, they just glanced over there and were at most curious. They didn't feel surprised about the appearance of the carriage. Perhaps it was a carriage temporarily hired by the army.
In fact, they didn't know that these dozens of horse-drawn carriages were hired by spies from the Investigation Department lurking in San Diego. After a simple meeting, the troops got on the carriages, and as soon as they left the station, they split into several groups and headed towards their designated targets.
At two o'clock in the morning in Santiago, the streets were unusually quiet. The street lamps on the roadside emitted dim lights. Everything was the same as before, with no difference.
Several carriages moved slowly towards the Constitution Square, where the presidential palace, La Moneda Palace, was located. La Moneda Palace was not only the presidential palace, but also the government headquarters. Although it was not the official residence of the ministers, it was definitely the official residence of the president.
"Sir, the Plaza de la Constitución is in front of us. La Moneda Palace is just north of the square. There is a company of guards stationed there all year round..."
Mirlav, who was driving the carriage, introduced the situation around the Presidential Palace to An Fusheng, and then said.
"As planned, we will drop you off at Constitution Square. The next move is up to you, sir."
Mirrav looked at the officers around him, and he was worried in his heart. If the operation failed, he would definitely escape as soon as possible. After all, he was just a spy, and there was no need for him to pick up a gun and fight the Chileans. In his opinion, the person who made this plan must be crazy.
An Fusheng nodded and said.
"Don't worry, just take us to the front door of the Presidential Palace."
(End of this chapter)
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