Chapter 281: The Valley of Death (First Update, Please Subscribe)
Nanhua is not necessarily all high-rise buildings, at least not in Shanxi.
This Shanxi is not that Shanxi.
But Chile.
Although Chile has not yet been fully incorporated into South China, as early as two years ago, many of Chile's upper class had sworn allegiance to Princess Charlotte Clark Bonaparte, the heir to the Spanish throne and daughter of Princesses Caenino and Musignano - and invited her to be the King of Chile.
That's right, Chile has now changed from a republic to a kingdom, and Princess Charlotte Clark Bonaparte is the new queen. The reason they sent out the invitation was because Wu Sangui, no, it should be said that the rule of the former provisional government's ruler Bernardo Riquelme was too unpopular. In order to get rid of his rule, the upper class in Chile, who were in danger because of the "mass arrests", had an idea and swore allegiance to Princess Charlotte Clark Bonaparte, the wife of Mr. Zhu, and sent out an invitation.
As a result, the fall of the provisional government became inevitable, and Chile became a kingdom. As we all know, it is only a matter of time before the Kingdom of Chile is incorporated into South China one day in the future - when His Royal Highness the Prince inherits the throne, or when Mr. Zhu becomes the emperor.
Although the two places have not yet been merged, in the map of the South China military, Chile has been named "Shanxi" and Santiago has become "Taiyuan". As for the Pampas Grassland across the Andes Mountains, it was named Shandong. Why use such names? It is simply to remember where they came from.
Except for Nanhua and Linhai, many places in Nanhua are directly named after Chinese place names, with "Xin" or "Nan" added at most. This kind of plot is like the Han people who moved south in the Jin Dynasty named the overseas states as Nanyanzhou, Nanyuzhou, Nantongzhou, Nanxuzhou, and Nandonghai, and named the overseas counties after northern place names with "Nanlai". They are all symbols of missing the ancestral land, which means not forgetting one's roots!
The same is true in Nanhua.
It is not just the Chinese who have not forgotten their roots. In fact, in Taiyuan, which the Chileans call the city of "Santiago", they still regard the South Chinese army as "outsiders" or even "invaders."
The winter sun shone straight down the cold walls all the way to the end of the alley, on the windows, on the underwear and petticoats drying on the lines, on the steps and the cobbled road, with a ditch in the middle that drained horse urine and sewage.
Standing in the middle of the alley, Garibaldi put his hands in his pockets. The old green military uniform was too big for him, but he still wore it.
The dress was a gift from his sister's lover, a Nanhua soldier.
Every three days, the South China soldier came to Garibaldi's house at night and slept in his sister's room. Every time he came, Garibaldi would wait for him on the side street and ask him for a cigarette. The guy was always generous and would always give him three or four cigarettes at a time, sometimes even a pack or a can of canned food.
"Pimp... Pimp..."
At this time, someone on the side of the road spoke to Garibaldi in a voice that was not loud but very harsh.
"You know nothing. Brother Fang will definitely marry my sister in the future..."
Garibaldi retorted,
"When Brother Fang marries my sister, I can go to Linhai to study. You know nothing..."
He swallowed a puff of smoke and let it out through his nostrils. To a child like him, the cigarette was still very choking. But he still liked smoking. Then, with the cigarette in his mouth, he walked and said:
"You will certainly call me Master Garibaldi one day."
"You must be dreaming. That Chinese guy hasn't been here for many days."
Frenchman Michel said,
"Your sister should lower the price!"
The others burst into laughter.
"Yes, I have another peso here, otherwise we can go find his sister together..."
Standing there, Garibaldi looked them up from below and sneered.
"You know nothing. Brother Fang is off on a big mission. He will definitely come back! He promised my sister! The Chinese are much more trustworthy than you!"
When Garibaldi was arguing with others in the alley, he didn't know that the infantry battalion where his so-called Big Brother Fang, Fang Laoliu, was located, was walking cautiously in the mountains and forests. They were vigilantly looking around to prevent attacks from saboteurs. Around them, dozens of Indian farmers with muzzle-loading rifles were moving with them.
In the past few years, under the "order" of the Queen, large-scale land reforms have been implemented throughout Chile. The land of the church and the "rebels" were confiscated and then distributed to the peasants. Most of those peasants were indigenous people. As a result, the indigenous people and a small number of landless immigrants became supporters of the king.
There are supporters, but also saboteurs, and now they are the ones who are raiding the saboteurs’ camps in the forest.
"Sir, their camp is right there..."
Finally, several mountain huts appeared in their sight. When the Indians pointed at the camp, the soldiers had already taken the machine guns and mortars from the mules and quickly assembled them. They even carried two 57mm mountain cannons. After aiming at the barracks in the valley, with an order, two consecutive cannon shots rang out, and the wooden barracks collapsed in a violent explosion. The resistance elements who rushed out of the camp had just rushed out and had no time to reload their rifles. The dense firepower composed of the six-barreled Gatling machine guns and the Spencer rifles in the hands of the soldiers enveloped them.
The sounds of explosions, gunshots and the screams of the wounded echoed in the valley. It was a fight of one defeat after another. The resistance elements, who were using muzzle-loading rifles and had little training, were simply vulnerable. Ten minutes later, with a charge by the soldiers, the resistance elements surrendered.
"Captain, what should we do with them?"
Fang Laoliu, holding a rifle in his hand, pointed at the more than 300 prisoners of war kneeling on the ground and asked.
"what to do?"
After taking a look at the captives, Qin Hai pursed his lips and shouted to the captain of the indigenous security team not far away,
"Liu Weihua,"
Liu Weihua hurried over and spoke in somewhat stiff Chinese.
"Sir, what do you want?"
As a security captain, after learning to speak Chinese, he gave himself a Chinese name, which is a symbol of naturalization.
"These prisoners are left to you to deal with!"
"Yes, sir!"
A look of joy immediately appeared on Liu Weihua's face. This was a sign of his superior's trust in him!
Dealing with prisoners... There's no need to do this kind of thing yourself, the security team can do it.
Then, a series of gunshots rang out in the valley, and soon the surrendered prisoners disappeared into the mountains and forests as if they had never existed in this world.
(End of this chapter)
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