Chapter 364 Blood Can Be Betrayed (Sixth Update, Please Subscribe)
The battle was now cruel and long. From the moment they entered the city, it was like ants gnawing at a bone. They had to attack street by street, and sometimes they even had to fight for buildings one by one.
The resistance of those Argentines determined to defend their homeland was also extremely tenacious.
"boom!"
With a loud explosion, the seemingly solid barricade was razed to the ground by artillery. Behind the barricade made of paving stones, there were casualties everywhere. The flying rubble further amplified the damage of the explosion. When the dead and wounded Argentines screamed miserably, the company where Wang Taisheng was located rushed directly over. After the soldiers cleared the remaining enemies with rifles and bayonets, the Spanish company commander Wang Hong stared at the road sign for a while before speaking excitedly.
"This is July 9th Street. Go forward and then you will reach the Presidential Palace!"
When the soldiers heard this, they all shouted excitedly. While the soldiers were cheering, Wang Hong saw the broken ink bottle in a roadside shop that had been looted. He thought for a moment, dipped his finger in ink and wrote on the wall the words "Occupied by the 9th Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 7th Regiment on December 6th".
Then they continued to attack the remaining enemies along Julio Cesar Avenue. The fighting became more and more intense as they went deeper into the city. The entire city was shrouded in smoke. Fierce fighting was taking place in every corner of the city. The field artillery accompanying the infantry attack continued to blast open one barricade after another. The Argentines who were defending the barricades kept retreating in the explosion, leaving only corpses all over the ground.
The sound of gunfire, artillery fire and grenade explosions echoed in the streets of Buenos Aires. This was the first real street fighting conducted by the South China Army. Although their artillery could tear apart the barricades and their shells could inflict heavy damage on the enemy, the street fighting that lasted for a day and a night still made people feel the cruelty of war.
For Angela who was in the field hospital, she felt the cruelty of war once again as soon as the war broke out. As soon as the battle started, the wounded were constantly sent to the school. The classrooms and the playground outside the classrooms were crowded with wounded sent from all over the place.
As a nurse, she could only run among the wounded, and every time she ran among the wounded, there would always be someone pulling her skirt with their hands, and desperate voices shouting there, asking her for help.
"Ma'am... water! Please give me some water! For God's sake, give me some water!"
The wounded's skills were silent, but Angela could not ignore them. In order to take care of them, she could only run among them non-stop, sweating every time. Sometimes, she just got some water and ran over, only to find that the person was already dead. Their eyes were the same - there was no luster in their gray eyes, but they still held their wounds tightly with their hands until they died, and the blood dried between their fingers. They opened their mouths, as if they were shouting there until they died - Water! Give me some water to drink!
For the wounded, compared to medical treatment, what they longed for before dying was just a sip of water, but here, there were not so many people to take care of them, what could they do? They started shouting like crazy.
There are many such wounded soldiers on the battlefield. To the generals, soldiers are just a symbol, a number, nothing more.
Of course, it could also be their bargaining chip.
"The South China Army has now entered the city. They may occupy the entire city at any time. Mr. President, everything is irreversible. Now we must make the worst decision. Either surrender or leave here and continue fighting!"
In the dim basement of the Presidential Palace, Major General Matolo stated a fact bluntly. On the city defense map behind him, one-fifth of Buenos Aires had been occupied by the South China Army.
"It's impossible for me to surrender. Lopez didn't surrender, and I won't surrender either!"
Sarnto said without any doubt.
"I will fight on. If Buenos Aires falls, I will fight in the provinces. If the land falls, we will fight on the sea."
As a politician, Sarnto's will was extremely strong. Even though he witnessed the bombing of the South China airship and the devastating blow it brought to the city, he still persisted stubbornly and had no intention of surrendering at all.
In fact, before this, he had thought about peace talks. He not only planned to recognize Nanhua's occupation of the Pampas, but even considered ceding some land.
But this thought was fleeting, because the American ambassador who came forward to mediate told him very clearly that South China's goal was to occupy the whole of Argentina.
The only condition to end the war is surrender! Apart from surrender, Nanhua will not accept any other form of ceasefire.
surrender!
How is this possible?
Paraguayan Lopez fought for nearly five years without surrendering, and he? Not even two months...
Oh my God!
how so!
"But now the fall of the city is inevitable!"
Mitre, the city defense commander, looked at Sarnto and said.
"Now the Nanhua army is attacking the city little by little. In half a month, or maybe a few days, they will occupy the entire city. They have surrounded the city. If we want to leave here, we can only leave through the La Plata River!"
Looking at Sarnto, Mitre couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the guy who replaced him as president two years ago. If he had not failed in the election two years ago, how would he face this crisis as president?
Will he arrogantly provoke a war with South China like Sarnto did?
Mitre didn't know what choice he would make, but now Sarnto certainly had no choice left, so what other choice did he have?
Live and die with this city.
leave!
Matoro opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at Mitre with questions in his eyes.
"What did you say? What does this mean?"
"Mr. President, first of all, we must understand that the fall of the city is inevitable. If we want to continue fighting, we must leave here. Otherwise, we only have one choice, which is to die here!"
Died in Buenos Aires!
At this moment, everyone fell into deep thought. They all knew the price of holding on. After all, they all knew very well what the final fate of those Paraguayan defenders who held on in the Paraguayan War was.
"As the President of Argentina, there is no way I will surrender!"
Of course you won't surrender!
Matolo glanced at Sarnto, and although the president said nothing, he guessed what he was thinking - he was in favor of retreat.
"But if we want to continue fighting, we must have troops. My suggestion is that we should try to withdraw some troops, our troops!"
No explanation was needed, Sarnto also understood what Mitre meant.
"And what about the troops from other provinces?"
"Now... God bless them!"
Sarnto thought for a moment and said.
"May God bless them!"
(End of this chapter)
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