Chapter 323 Death is Singing (Second update, please subscribe)
On the vast grassland, a mighty army was marching towards the southwest. This army, composed of infantry, cavalry and artillery, had at least tens of thousands of people. Because there was no railway in the north of Bu Province, they were marching from the north on foot towards Trenkerk.
Flags were flying among the troops, and they looked relaxed, as if they were just marching.
"As long as we hold the fortress, we can defeat the South Chinese! We have Gatling guns in the fortress!"
Colonel Alejandro, riding on a horse, said to the officers around him with a smile on his face that Alejandro was the largest landlord in Buenos Aires. His great-grandfather was an officer in the colonial period. He was a large landowner as early as the colonial period. The title of colonel militia commander was passed down to him from his great-grandfather.
His grandfather stood on the side of independence when Argentina gained independence. After the war, their land nearly doubled. His father once followed Rosas on the "Desert Expedition". While the provincial boundaries were widened, his father also participated in the division of the newly occupied lands.
Through three generations of hard work, the Alejandro family has become the largest landlord in Buenos Aires. Although it is only one of the largest landlords in Buenos Aires, Alejandro very much hopes to make his family the largest landlord in Buenos Aires through his efforts!
This war is an opportunity!
Because of this, as the colonel commander of the militia, he immediately mobilized all the militia after receiving the mobilization order, and even brought 12 Gatling machine guns!
God can testify that even in Paraguay, he had never taken it so seriously, because Alejandro knew very well what kind of reward he could get after this war - land, more land than he imagined!
"Yes, Colonel. As long as we have Gatling, there is no fortress that cannot be defended!"
Alberto's words immediately caused a burst of laughter. In their opinion, this was simply a battle without any suspense.
After all, it was just defending the fortress. It was no different from target shooting.
The officers' joyful mood also affected the soldiers. Among these soldiers were first-generation European immigrants, many of whom were Italians. After Argentina's independence, there were more and more immigrants from Italy, Greece and other places. Of course, there were also many mixed-race people.
“Una mattina mi son svegliato…”
Alfonso, carrying a rifle, just started singing a folk song from his hometown, and the soldiers around him also started singing along.
"O bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao..."
This is a folk song in which northern Italian women protest against the hard work in the fields. It has been popular throughout Italy for a long time. Although Rosas and others are not Italians, it does not prevent them from singing this song full of "bella, ciao, bella, ciao". After all, Bella means "beauty" in Italian. But how many men can resist a woman?
The cheerful and exciting folk songs echoed across the grassland, and it seemed that everyone was immersed in this joyful time.
"Italians again!"
Although he was not familiar with Italian, Alessandro frowned when he heard the soldiers singing.
The lyrics of this song are so provocative.
Italians have never been honest, especially those from northern Italy. In the past few decades, many Italians have immigrated to Argentina, including many northern Italian workers. Northern Italian workers are the most radical group of workers in Europe and are fans of anarchism.
Striking is their habit, protesting is their tradition. Even on the farm, there are such people. Alejandro has always had mixed feelings of love and hate towards these people!
On the one hand, his farm needed labor, and on the other hand, these people were never docile.
No one would care about the commander's mood. For the soldiers, they would rather enjoy this happy time. Such a happy and relaxing time will soon disappear. In two days, when they enter the battlefield, they will be involved in a tense battle.
As for the officers, they also had to understand the soldiers' mood. Of course, the cheerful tunes also made them relax, and they even hummed along with the soldiers...
However, they did not know that a group of people had been eyeing them in the sky a thousand meters high. It was impossible for such a large marching team to hide their whereabouts on the grassland, and they had no intention of hiding. As soon as the airship troops cruising in the air searching for targets discovered them, they immediately pounced on them.
"Prepare……"
Staring at the target on the ground, Wang Xinyue shouted excitedly as he flew over them.
"bomb……"
What was dropped were not bombs, but darts!
Once again, thousands of pencil-sized darts fell from a height of thousands of meters like rain and hail.
"bella, ciao, ciao, ciao..."
While Alfonso was singing passionately as he had in the past, and couldn't help twisting his body to the rhythm, he, like the people around him, didn't notice the steel rain falling from the sky.
Suddenly, with a "bang" and a dull sound similar to that of a ripe watermelon being pierced, Alfonso's singing disappeared. At least for a moment, his body seemed to twist, but with blood and brain matter splattering, he fell down softly with his head split in half. As he fell, the more than ten-centimeter-long steel dart pierced his shoulder and thigh in succession, and even nailed him to the ground.
All this happened in an instant. What happened in this instant?
The grassland seemed to have turned into a watermelon field, with ripe watermelons everywhere that naturally "exploded" - that was the sound made when a person's head was hit and shattered, and white brain matter and bloody red blood splattered everywhere.
Accompanied by the sounds of “puff, puff…”, the originally cheerful scene turned into hell - the people who were walking were enveloped in this steel rain of death.
Death came silently, and the singing was replaced by screams of fear and cries of pain. As the injured covered their wounds and struggled on the ground, darts hit them again and took their lives.
"Colonel, Colonel..."
Alberto found that the colonel did not respond to him, and when he turned his head, he saw a horrifying scene - the colonel fell to the ground and was twitching, bleeding from his shoulders and waist. The dart pierced his shoulder and internal organs and flew out from his crotch, and the colonel's mount was also dead, with five or six wounds on the horse.
The man and the horse lost their lives silently. No one knew what happened. Death happened inadvertently.
"Oh, no, Colonel..."
Alberto quickly jumped off his horse and ran towards the colonel. Just as he was about to get close to the colonel, he felt something hit his back, and all his strength disappeared from his body. As he fell, he felt something piercing his body again...
When he fell, all he saw was red. Red mist was rising from the ground. The sound seemed to be very far away, but it could be heard. It was a cry of despair. Many people were running there desperately, but they fell down like him after just a few steps, falling in this iron rain of death...
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(End of this chapter)
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