Chapter 343 General Alsina's Choice (3rd update, please subscribe)
“Shh… shhh…”
The sound was long and loud. The sound of the tail of the aerial bomb falling from the sky cutting through the air as the edge of the tail fin vibrated against the air was a bit thrilling.
The next moment, violent explosions raised a huge cloud of flames and smoke, one after another!
Bombs weighing 100 or 250 kilograms fell from time to time on the ground in Trentlauk. When the bombs exploded, it was like a bunch of trees blowing up on the ground. Trees made of steel, gunpowder and death.
In this sea of dead trees, almost no one can escape!
What have the Argentine soldiers guarding here suffered in the past three days?
What kind of despair should we say!
Faced with such a bombing that they had no power to fight back, they had no other emotions except despair. They didn't even know where to hide. In the shelter? The violent explosion directly collapsed the fortifications, and the shelter became a grave. The trenches would also be razed to the ground in the explosion.
No matter they were hiding in trenches or shelters, bombs dropped from the sky always buried them alive like rats.
And what was the most tragic thing? It must have been a direct bomb hit. All the creatures within a radius of 100 meters from the explosion center completely disappeared from this world. The human bodies were mixed with the raised mud, and there was no difference between you and me!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
At this moment, life has reached a certain balance here!
In fact, it is just merging into the earth...
But for the living people, they don’t want to integrate into the earth, but what can they do?
Apart from death, there is no other choice.
But in just three short days, General Alsina seemed to have aged by ten years, and the same was true for most of the people around him. Chief of Staff Roca was silently smoking his pipe, his beard and hair were messy, his eyes were dark, and he looked like he had trouble sleeping.
How could anyone sleep during such a bombing? Even if they did, they would be awakened by nightmares in which the bombing continued.
What now?
Everyone is thinking about this question.
"From three days ago to now, the Chinese have carried out more than twelve bombings on our positions, one of which was a giant bomb used every day, twelve bombs each time, and each time..."
The officer who was reporting only finished half of the report and broke down into a slurred voice, unable to continue. Despair was revealed on his haggard face, and he even shouted in an almost desperate tone in the end.
"General, now that death has come here, we are completely powerless. What can we do? The only thing we can pray for is that the bombs don't fall on our heads. We have bunkers above our heads. Our shelter looks very solid, with more than one meter of soil above our heads. But God can testify that we don't even need heavy bombs. As long as they drop a bomb, it will definitely penetrate the soil and logs, and then blow everyone in the shelter into the sky! What can we do, spit at the sky? Oh my God, people are dying every minute now. We haven't even seen what the South Chinese look like, but we have been killed by the South Chinese. How many of us have they killed? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? No, if this goes on, we will all be dead in a week at most. Damn it, Alsina, we will all die..."
The colonel suddenly collapsed and burst into tears. He even sat on the ground in despair and cried loudly. At this time, no one would think that he had lost his composure. Not to mention him, even the generals wanted to cry at this moment.
Many of them have fought all their lives, and of course their opponents are often Indians. But even the Indians are not as desperate as they are. At least the Indian spears can penetrate the bodies of Argentine soldiers.
But what about them?
Their rifles couldn't cause any damage to the airship at all! Such despair was enough to make anyone collapse.
"Just today, I took a rifle and shot at an airship in the sky. It was such a large target that even if I was shot dozens or hundreds of times, let alone one shot, it would be meaningless..."
In fact, it is nonsense to shoot into the air with the urine-like curved trajectory of rifles these days. Let alone an altitude of 500 meters, the rifle bullet only hits a height of 100 to 200 meters in the air, and it is estimated that it will fall in a curve.
For the people on the airship, it was all as easy as a vacation. They just had to throw bombs out of the cabin one by one - the manual kind. Although it was a bit tiring, it was definitely easier than being bombed on the ground.
After a round of bombing, the airship slowly adjusted its direction and flew towards its own side. Before leaving, they even threw down a few boxes of "aviation darts" as a "prank". Regardless of whether they were effective or not, for the people on the ground, the psychological trauma caused by darts or bombs was irreparable. The helplessness in the sky made everyone despair.
Finally, the sound of the explosion disappeared, and the soil that had been falling through the gaps between the logs in the shock of the explosion also stopped. The ground stopped shaking, and Alsina spoke as if he had come back to his senses.
"Today's bombing should be almost over. Now let's go count the casualties. Oh, right..."
Looking up, Alsina asked.
"How many days of food do we have left? They blew up our warehouse yesterday. Has the telegraph been repaired?"
Alsina's incoherent appearance exposed his inner thoughts. For General Alsina, who is over 60 years old, he has experienced too many wars in his life since the day he entered the military school 50 years ago. In his opinion, what does war look like?
It's the kind where everyone holds rifles, advances to the beat of drums, and then from a distance of a hundred meters, keeps shooting at the enemy, over and over again, until the enemy is driven back, and then charges with bayonets.
This was the war he knew. Even in Paraguay, although the Mini rifle, the Spencer rifle and the Gatling gun had changed the appearance of war beyond all recognition, the battlefield was still the same, with rifles against rifles, cannons against cannons, soldiers against soldiers, and in the final analysis, war was still war.
But what about now?
Alsina was a little overwhelmed, because from the very beginning, the war he faced was an unfamiliar war that made him at a loss as to what to do.
Even now, there is an iron nail next to his desk - it was the "silent death" thrown down by the South Chinese people. It once claimed the lives of tens of thousands of people. Many troops suffered the baptism of death on the way here.
Then what?
It was another giant bomb, as big as a giant tree. To put it more exaggeratedly, it was as big as a house - at least the length was enough.
How powerful would a bomb like that be when it exploded?
Destroy the world!
What could they do in the face of such a near-devastating bombing?
All that awaits is death.
die!
Looking up at the people in the shelter, through the choking smoke, I could see that each of them looked distraught and at a loss.
The war may be over!
Even if they persist, what awaits them is nothing but death!
Finally, he sighed heavily, stood up, looked at everyone and said.
"Gentlemen, I think... we have done our best. Now, it is time to end the suffering of both sides. Fortunately, our opponents are civilized people."
How could they not be civilized?
If you are not a civilized person, how can you build an airship that even Europeans cannot build?
Since the other party is a civilized person, then everything can be negotiated...
"General, are we surrendering?"
Roca looked at General Alsina and asked. As the chief of staff, he certainly had to ask the general's intentions.
"No, it's for everyone."
General Alsina's expression was solemn, and he looked at Roca and said.
"Now we all know that the war has to continue at this point. It's not that we are not brave enough, but that we are powerless to fight against all this. If we continue, it will only lead to everyone's death. If..."
General Alsina said seriously as he looked at his men in the bunker.
"If someone has to take on all of this, let me take it. Gentlemen, thank you for your efforts. Now it's time to end it all."
When he said this, General Alsina's heart was extremely complicated. When the war just broke out, he once gave a speech in Congress that excited everyone.
"Our pride as a strong nation compels us to eradicate this handful of barbarians who have taken away our property as quickly as possible. Whether by reason or by force, we must accomplish this goal - in the name of law, in the name of progress, in the name of our own security, and in the name of the richest and most fertile land of this republic."
Even now, General Alsina's speeches are still posted on the streets and bulletin boards of Argentina. Once upon a time, he, like all Argentines, was dismissive of South China.
They are just yellow people like the Indians, what’s the big deal?
But the cruel reality gave him a hard slap in the face. Now he has suffered unprecedented setbacks and his will is on the verge of collapse.
He knew of no other option but to surrender.
"General..."
Roca opened his mouth but couldn't continue speaking.
Now it is clear to each of them that there is no other choice for them...
(End of this chapter)
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