Chapter 362: Escape (3rd update, please subscribe)
What happened?
Even when he regained consciousness, Hidalgo, whose head was buzzing, had no idea what had happened.
"I'm alive?"
Hidalgo had a severe headache when he found out he was still alive. There was silence all around, as if the artillery fire had stopped.
What exactly happened?
Hidalgo felt that the battle seemed to be over, and he was trying to recall what had happened. Slowly, he remembered that when a strong airflow hit him, something solid pressed on his body, and then he slowly lost consciousness.
What time is it now?
Is the battle over?
Who wins?
Although his head was buzzing, Hidalgo still tried to move his body. It seemed that something was pressing on him. That thing was very heavy and he was unable to move at all.
After struggling for a while, Hidalgo found himself buried under a pile of dirt with a corpse on top of him. He wasn't sure whose body it was, but the corpse on top of him made it impossible for him to move at all.
“Ziz…ziz!”
Suddenly, Hidalgo heard a heart-pounding sound - the sound of a knife piercing the body. Born on a farm, he was no stranger to this sound.
"Oh... God, have mercy... Oh, help me..."
Along with the sound of the bayonet piercing the body, the groans, prayers and screams of the wounded mixed together and directly broke into Hidalgo's ears.
What the hell are they doing?
Are you going to kill someone?
Finally, Hidalgo opened his eyes and looked through the gap. He saw soldiers who looked like Indians cleaning the battlefield. They were counting the people on the ground with bayonets, not caring whether they were wounded or dead.
As he watched the soldiers using bayonets to kill the wounded on the ground and listened to their prayers and cries in Spanish, Hidalgo realized that they had failed!
The battle line has been captured by the South China Army!
Amid the people's cries, Hidalgo understood what was happening!
The sound of the bayonet piercing the body is terrifying, especially when the bayonet pierces the bone, the "crunch" sound makes Hidalgo tremble all over, but all he thinks about now is how to survive.
Survive!
God bless you, you must survive!
Hidalgo, who was buried under the mud and broken limbs, kept praying in his heart. As a poet, he never thought that he would be so close to death.
Whenever he heard the sound of people piercing other people's bodies with bayonets, Hidalgo was so frightened that he dared not even move. He felt cold sweat all over his body.
"God bless you, God bless your people..."
Just then, Hidalgo saw a pair of military boots walking towards him.
He is here!
Hidalgo was so nervous that he quickly closed his eyes and clenched his fists, waiting for death to come.
But the bayonet did not fall!
Even in the following time, although people walked by him from time to time, they seemed not to notice Hidalgo, and each time they just walked by him. Sometimes Hidalgo even saw the tip of the bayonet dripping with blood passing in front of his eyes, but even so, they did not notice him.
"God bless!"
While praying for his own luck, Hidalgo kept praying that it would get dark soon. As soon as it got dark, he would immediately escape from the battlefield and leave this hellhole.
Perhaps God heard his prayers. He lay under the corpses for who knows how long. Finally, it got dark. After making sure there was no movement around him, Hidalgo tried his best to flip over the corpses on top of him. He stood up from the trench and saw the surroundings clearly in the moonlight - it was a complete hellish scene, with corpses everywhere, all of them were Argentine corpses.
They died on this battlefield.
Although he was a poet, Hidalgo was no longer sentimental as he used to be. He just wanted to survive, so he just crouched down and ran in this hell-like slaughterhouse. He didn't even know where he was running. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind - escape, escape far away, far away from this land of death.
In this way, Hidalgo ran on the battlefield. Sometimes he would fall into a bullet crater, and sometimes he would fall on a corpse. Even if the blood from the corpse stained him, he would not even look at it.
I want to escape!
As he ran forward, balls of light exploded in the distant sky. Ahead of him was the battlefield! The battle was still going on. On his way to escape, he even saw those South Chinese people. Although he couldn't see their faces clearly in the dark, the words they said were something Hidalgo had never heard of.
Maybe, this is the South Chinese language!
Hidalgo pondered in his heart, and even an idea popped up in his mind that maybe after the war, he could learn some South Chinese. Maybe by then, this place would have been occupied by the South Chinese.
Who knows?
As for resistance and fighting, in Hidalgo's view, they have nothing to do with him. He has long seen through that this war has nothing to do with the Argentine people. It is just that those big landowners want to expand and seize the Pampas.
All this in the name of progress, in the name of law, is nonsense!
The landlords launched this war in the name of wealth, but what was the result? What they got in return was destruction and death. And who died?
Just ordinary people like him.
Now that you've figured it all out, why resist?
"I will not die for those damned landlords..."
Hidalgo said this to himself in his heart. He seemed to be really protected by God as he ran away. Although he was running all the way towards Buenos Aires and even encountered the Nanhua army on the road, those people did not find him at all. Who could have thought that someone would run alone on the battlefield like this regardless of everything?
Even though Hidalgo was walking through artillery fire, at dawn the next day he finally saw Buenos Aires, the city he was familiar with.
On this day, not only Hidalgo saw it, but many soldiers from South China also saw the city in the morning sun...
The city is locked down again, and we are scrambling for food... I will try to update six chapters today...
(End of this chapter)
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