Chapter 319: Killing prisoners is unknown, then... (First update, please subscribe)
The flames are burning!
After the ultimatum was issued, Fan Nanhua remained restrained, but as Argentina had no will for peace, Nanhua was forced to launch a counterattack in self-defense.
The place where the first battle took place seemed to be what both sides expected - Viedma!
This was a city with less than two thousand people and five hundred defenders. The outcome of the battle was doomed from the beginning.
Although the Argentines had built complete defensive fortifications, the Sixth Regiment's attack was very smooth. When the independent mortar battalion fired dozens of napalm bombs at the Argentine army's defense line, those Argentines who seemed courageous and determined to live and die with the city were frightened!
The purgatory-like scene and the desperate and painful cries of the firemen scared everyone!
In fact, the Argentines were not lacking in courage, but such a tragic scene on the battlefield was obviously beyond their expectations. In just a blink of an eye, their trenches were engulfed by the fire of hell.
"Devil! Devil!"
The Argentines shouted in despair. They were so consumed by fear that they were completely unable to organize any resistance!
"The South Chinese are followers of the devil, they have brought the fire of hell..."
Hellfire!
In the perception of Argentines, apart from the "fire of hell", they don't know what kind of fire would be like this.
Often fear is caused by the fear of the unknown!
For Philip, there was only one thought left in his mind now - despair!
He looked at the people around him in horror. What had happened to the once vibrant lives? The charred people were lying on the ground, groaning in despair. If they hadn't opened their mouths slightly, their eyeballs were still moving, and if they hadn't still made painful groans in their throats, he would have thought that all of them were dead.
They all died, sooner or later.
"Oh God, kill, kill me..."
Amid the howling of despair, Philip saw a second lieutenant walk over and shoot those people with his revolver one by one.
kindness!
This is true kindness!
After killing the wounded, the young lieutenant pointed the pistol at his head and pulled the trigger to end his life.
I no longer have the will to continue fighting.
The purgatory-like tragic scene and the miserable cries of the wounded frightened all the living people, whether they were soldiers or officers. As for the civil defense men, they even ran directly into the city.
"Nan, the Nanhua people are coming..."
The sound of the charge in the air made the survivors look at each other in confusion. The soldiers and officers with pale faces no longer had the courage to resist.
"Brothers, it's irreversible, run away!"
Someone shouted, and the soldiers began to flee. Some of them fled to the city, taking off their uniforms as they fled, and some fled to the Negro River, where there was a small steamer to Carson. However, before they could board the small steamer, they encountered two inland gunboats from the South China on the river. Although the gunboats were only a few dozen tons, facing their black muzzles, the steamer captain chose to surrender.
"Don't shoot, burn these white dogs to death!"
The Argentine resistance collapsed. After the offensive turned into a "pursuit", the soldiers who jumped over the trenches and charged the Argentine defense line saw the firemen inside and outside the trenches, who were like burning torches, howling in despair, and heard their nightmare-inducing howls.
The soldiers shouted loudly to prevent someone from being kind enough to end their suffering with a single shot. Death was the only real relief for the burning torches and the wounded whose skin had been burned to charcoal.
relief!
Mercy is God's business, but the world does not need mercy at all.
Soon, the battle was over.
There was no suspense at all. When everything was over, there were only more than 600 corpses left outside the city of Viedma, and many "charcoal men" who were still alive but would soon die. Some of them were soldiers and some were civilians.
"It's really a battle without suspense!"
Wang Degui sighed. In order to attack Biedma, the headquarters equipped his Sixth Regiment with three artillery battalions and even two inland gunboats to block the enemy on the river.
It would be a bit of a waste to hit Bede with such a heavy blow.
"Five thousand versus five hundred, it's a no-brainer!"
Amid such exclamations, the army began to clear the city, where there were still many deserters who had fled earlier.
Since he is a soldier, he must be arrested even if he escapes.
These people are all unstable factors!
Besides, they are prisoners of war!
That’s excellent labor force!
"Mary, they are devils, demons, God can testify, you don't know what we have been through..."
Carlos, who had just escaped, cried to his wife in fear. Once upon a time, he was a very brave man, but now, there was only fear in his mind, and the fear even devoured his soul.
"Carlos, honey, what is going on?"
Mary was puzzled as she looked at her husband taking off his military uniform.
"What on earth is going on..."
Before the husband could answer the question, the door was pushed open and several "ferocious" South China soldiers rushed in. The leader glanced at Carlos and spoke in stiff Spanish.
"Are you a soldier?"
"No, no, sir, please have mercy, he, he is just an ordinary man, just..."
Before Mary could finish her words, the leading soldier waved his hand and spoke in a language they could not understand.
"take away!"
"Sir, please have mercy on me, for God's sake..."
Mary cried and begged, but the soldiers seemed to be deaf to her words and took the trembling Carlos out. Mary chased out of the house and heard gunshots coming from the neighbor's house.
Amid the women's cries, the captives were escorted dejectedly by Nanhua soldiers. Among them were soldiers and civil defense members, but now they were all soldiers.
"Where are you sending them, sir?"
Philip, who was also taken prisoner, looked at this scene and asked in despair.
"You wouldn't, wouldn't..."
Almost subconsciously, Philip thought of what the Brazilians had done in Paraguay.
"Don't worry, Philip,"
Wang Degui said with a smile.
"We are not as cruel as you. Besides, as the old saying goes, 'Killing prisoners is unlucky!'"
Wang Degui didn’t care whether it was a good omen or not. The Marshal would be of great use to these prisoners.
Killing prisoners?
What a waste!
(End of this chapter)
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