Chapter 429: Paraguay without Paraguayans (3rd update, please subscribe)
Asuncion, as the capital of a country, is not only the oldest city in South America, but also known as the "Mother of Cities" in South America.
But this historic city has been destroyed by war. Although the war has ended, the scars of war can be seen everywhere in the city. The war has brought too many traumas to this city. In fact, this is true for every Asuncion. Although they have suffered from the destruction of war, life must go on. In order to survive, people always try every possible means.
There are always people selling all kinds of things in the street market, including duck down quilts from somewhere, and some large and small oil paintings, although it is hard to tell whether they are paintings by famous artists. Compared with the desertedness a few months ago, Asuncion is now lively. This is entirely due to the Nanhua military police, whose presence has made Brazilians more restrained and the city's order has been restored.
Although the people of Asuncion lost a lot of wealth in the war, the arrival of the South China Army injected new vitality into the city. Second-hand goods sold by people always attracted the attention of soldiers. Some soldiers wanted to send a duck down quilt to their families, some wanted to buy a woolen coat, some wanted to get an oil painting to hang at home, and some even wanted to get an oil painting of a beautiful girl... the kind of beautiful woman who was naked.
Of course, more soldiers would buy some gifts such as dresses for their lovers. Paraguayan men were brave. Almost all adult men died in the battle, even boys around ten years old died in the battle.
The heroic Paraguayan men left behind songs of praise, as well as nearly 200,000 orphans and widows. The arrival of the South China soldiers filled their bodies and minds, made up for the pain in their hearts, and relieved their loneliness.
In just a few months, there have been thousands of new couples registering their marriages at the South China military's marriage registration office. In fact, for South China, whether it is occupying Argentina or stationing troops in Paraguay, this is the biggest benefit.
In just a few months, more than 20,000 soldiers found wives in the two places. The city of Asuncion is changing at a visible speed - many empty homes have more male owners.
Once upon a time, when the Spaniards first came here, Spanish soldiers and Indian women lived and multiplied here and established this city. Today, soldiers from South China and the women here marry, have children, and multiply here.
But unlike the Spanish, who came here as conquerors, killing men and taking women, the Nanhua soldiers came here as protectors.
The protector of Paraguayan women.
Carlos Loizaga muttered to himself as he looked at the passers-by on the street through the carriage window.
“More and more women are finding their love.”
There were many couples walking along the road. The women, young or mature, were wearing beautiful dresses, and the men? They were wearing the same green military uniforms—Nanhua soldiers.
"Percy, it seems, has a Nanhua lover too."
Loizaga thought of his sister, whose husband died on the battlefield, and now an officer from Nanhua became her lover. They could only communicate with a dictionary, and Percy was also trying to learn Chinese.
After the carriage stopped, Loizaga walked into the Executive Office. Amid respectful greetings from others, he went all the way to the Chief Executive's office on the third floor. However, outside the office, the beautiful Miss Rilkeme did not seem to notice his arrival. She was holding a palm-sized dictionary and was working hard to practice Chinese.
"Today, I have added... five regrets... to my business..."
"Ms. Rilkeme, is Rivarola here?"
"Kill it, kill it..."
Rilkeme's Chinese response made Loizaga frown slightly. After he pushed the door open, Cirillo Antonio Rivarola, who was looking at the documents, looked up and said.
"Carlos, you're just in time. This is the report the police chief gave me. It says that the crime rate has dropped by 90% compared to two months ago. It's mainly because of Brazilians. Brazilians are really scared by the South China Military Police!"
Rivarola walked to the window, drew aside the curtains, and exclaimed as he pointed at the South China Military Police patrolling the square in front of the Presidential Palace.
"Oh, this is a good thing! People no longer have to worry about Brazilians breaking into their homes, stealing their belongings and trampling on their women."
Almost on the day the South Chinese Army arrived, South Chinese military police appeared on the streets of Apezón. They maintained order like the police and showed no mercy to any criminals, even Brazilian soldiers.
Once upon a time, no one could stop the crimes committed by the Brazilian soldiers. But now, these South Chinese have confirmed their guns and told the Brazilians that they must obey the law!
"Yeah, Silos, look how many couples there are in the square?"
Loizaga said, pointing at the pedestrians in the square.
"Almost every couple is a Paraguayan woman and a South China soldier. Many people, even my sister, have a lover who is also a South China man. Even your secret, Miss Rilkeme, was learning Chinese when I came in just now..."
"Oh, you mean learning Chinese!"
Before he could finish, Rivarola pointed to the "Concise Handbook of Huaxi Dialogue" on the table and said with a smile.
"I am also learning Chinese. Chinese is really difficult to learn. My friend, I suggest you learn some Chinese as well. After all, we will have to deal with them in the future."
The "Concise Chinese-Western Dialogue Handbook" was distributed free of charge by Nanhua people, and anyone could pick it up at the bookstore. There were even some schools in the city where teachers from Nanhua taught Chinese to everyone, and not only did they not need to pay tuition, but students could even get a piece of bread. This was just a disguised form of relief.
Of course, this is definitely not just relief, but a kind of conquest, a conquest from culture to thought. There are similar schools in Buenos Aires and many cities in Argentina, where people can get a piece of bread while learning Chinese.
Even if they have only learned simple Chinese, they can still communicate with the Nanhua people. Communication is the first step. In the end, they will gradually integrate into the community.
Of course, this integration is real integration, just like the Spaniards integrated the Indians into their own side.
When the Spanish first arrived in this land hundreds of years ago, there were many Indians living here, but now? Only Paraguayans are left.
"Deal with? Cirillo!"
Loizaga said in a questioning tone.
"Do you know how many Paraguayan women have married South China soldiers in just two months? Thirteen thousand! My God, how many are there in Paraguay now? If this continues, maybe by the end of the year, every Paraguayan family will have a South China man."
In response to Loizaga's reminder, Rivarola sighed helplessly and said.
"Even so, what can we do? Our men and even boys have been taken to hell by that madman. Now Paraguay is left with only a group of widows who have lost their husbands and sons and girls who have lost their brothers. If they don't find men, there will soon be no Paraguayans in the world. My friends, it is better for women to choose them than Brazilians or Argentines! Brazilians..."
Looking at his angry friend, Rivarola said again,
"At least their arrival has made the Brazilians more restrained. Now our negotiations with the Brazilians are still going on. We all know that without their intervention, perhaps Paraguay would no longer exist!"
"But……"
Loizaga's expression was full of worry, and his tone even became a little sad at the end.
“After the Brazilians leave, perhaps there will be no more Paraguayans here…”
(End of this chapter)
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