Chapter 255 Dark Night (Second update, please subscribe)
April 2, 1866.
After a day and night of anxiety, Santiago finally calmed down.
Is it really calm?
Of course not!
On the streets of Santiago, a team of soldiers in green uniforms, armed with live ammunition, were running quickly on the streets. At every intersection, there were circular sandbag fortresses with bright bayonets inserted on the tips of the soldiers' guns. They looked around vigilantly. The citizens who leaned their heads out of the buildings on both sides of the street looked at the scene in front of them and felt a sense of panic.
What made them even more terrified was the corpses on the ground, just lying there - every once in a while a patrol would pass by and shout loudly.
"The whole city is under martial law. No one is allowed to go out. Anyone who forces himself to go out will bear the consequences at his own risk!"
What are the consequences?
The bodies on the ground were the consequences. Those people were absolutely not stingy with bullets. Yesterday, from early morning to night, random gunshots rang out in the city all day. It was not until this morning that they stopped. The bodies on the ground included both resistance fighters and some innocent people.
Faced with such atrocities, although many civilians had weapons in their homes, they still rationally chose to protect themselves - hiding in their homes and never going out.
No one knows how long this heavily guarded ban will last, but one thing is certain: in the face of atrocities, most people will choose to back down!
Maybe everything will be over when the provisional government arrives.
As people were expecting this, armed soldiers were running in formation on the streets. They would enter certain people's homes from time to time, and then arrest politicians and celebrities according to the list without any explanation.
"Why are you arresting me?"
the arrested man shouted.
"Citizens, do you see this? This is the government of Bernardo Riquelme. This is brutality. They are arresting innocent citizens. Citizens, take action and resist tyranny..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier standing nearby with a gun stepped forward and hit him with the butt of his gun, and blood splattered all over the ground.
“Ah…Dad!”
The girls at the door screamed in fear, and then they watched helplessly as their father, with blood all over his head, was dragged into a black prison van by two soldiers.
Prison vans were parked on the streets. That day, the military and police went out everywhere and arrested thousands of politicians, celebrities and journalists according to the list.
No one knew where the arrest warrant was issued from, and their families didn't know who arrested them. All they faced was a group of ferocious soldiers.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Over the next few days, scenes like this were played out all over San Diego.
"You are under arrest!"
Then what?
This person has since disappeared from this world.
Where did he go?
No one knew, or in fact, it was not that no one knew. At least at the train station, the train station employees working under the guard of the "Southern Army" saw those people wearing black masks being driven onto the train.
"No one is allowed to take off their hoods, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!"
The soldier next to the platform was shouting loudly, holding a pistol in his hand. The soldiers around him were all looking at these people with cold eyes, watching them line up and hold on to others' shoulders to get into the carriage one by one. They even lost the courage to speak loudly.
After finally entering the carriage, Justo breathed a sigh of relief. Wearing a hood, he leaned against the innermost part of the carriage in fear and just sat there.
Just half an hour ago, he witnessed with his own eyes in the prison van that Judge Juan was shot in the head by a soldier while trying to argue, and his body was thrown into the prison van and taken to the train station with them.
At the train station, he heard a piece of news that frightened him even more - the dead bodies were cremated directly and buried anywhere outside the city.
"There is no need to notify their family. From now on, this person will no longer exist in this world!"
Faced with such brutality, Justo was really frightened, and so were the dozen people in the car. Then his courage completely disappeared, and he became extremely submissive, without even the slightest thought of resistance.
Finally, the train compartment was closed and the doors were locked with big locks.
I don't know how long it was, until the train roared away, these frightened people finally started talking.
"I'm a friend of Bernardo Riquelme!"
A person in the carriage muttered to himself in panic.
"He definitely doesn't know this. If he knew, he definitely wouldn't let me be arrested. We are friends, very good friends..."
"Bernardo Riquelme is a lunatic. Is he going to arrest everyone?"
"This is not an arrest, this is illegal imprisonment!"
"The law, the law is a joke, in the eyes of Bernardo Riquelme!"
People were complaining, and then some began to take off their hoods, and soon there were exclamations in the dim carriage. Many of them were friends, and they were all familiar with each other.
"Justo, you want this too."
Justo, curled up in the corner, simply responded and then stopped talking. There was only one thought left in his mind - how would Bernardo Riquelme deal with them?
"What do you think Bernardo Riquelme will do to us? He won't invite us to Chillán in this way!"
As soon as the teasing ended, someone said something dissatisfied.
"A guest? How is that possible? I guess he is trying every way to please his new master. Didn't you notice? Those soldiers don't speak the language of the natives at all. They are most likely Chinese mercenaries of the America Company."
"That's for sure. Without the help of those Chinese mercenaries, how could the southern rebels occupy San Diego?"
Justo then seemed to remember something and said to himself,
"Difficult, are they Chinese? Difficult, no wonder they are so brutal..."
In Justo's opinion, there was only one reason why those people were so brutal - they were Chinese mercenaries, and killing people at will was perfectly normal. It seemed that everything made sense.
"Then, who is going to arrest us now?"
Looking at the people in the carriage, there are politicians, rich people, professors, in short, all kinds of people. What is certain is that most of them are social elites, but now they are all prisoners.
Even until now, they don't know who arrested them or why.
Looking blankly at the passengers in the carriage, Justo couldn't help but wonder - where are they going?
(End of this chapter)
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