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Chapter 323 The God of Death Is Singing (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
On the vast grassland, a mighty army is marching to the southwest. This army is composed of infantry, cavalry and artillery. There are at least tens of thousands of people. There is no railway in the north of Yinbu Province. They walked all the way in the direction of Tren Klauken.

Flags were fluttering among the troops, and their expressions were relaxed, as if they were just going on a march.

"As long as we hold the fort, we will be able to defeat the South China! Fort, we have Gatling guns!"

Colonel Alessandro, who was riding on a horse, said to the officers around him with a smile on his face that Alessandro was the largest landowner in Buenos Aires, and his great-grandfather was an officer in the colony. The period is to have a big landowner, and the title of colonel militia commander has been passed down to him from his great-grandfather.

His grandfather was on the side of independence when Argentina became independent. After the war, their land nearly doubled. His father once followed Rosas on the "desert expedition". While the provincial boundaries were widening, his father Also participated in the division of newly occupied lands.

Through the efforts of three generations, the Alessandro family has become the largest landowner in Buenos Aires. Greatest landowner in Enos Aires!

This war is an opportunity!

Because of this, as the commander of the militia colonel, he immediately mobilized all the militias after receiving the mobilization order, and even brought 12 Gatling machine guns!

God can testify that even in Paraguay, he never took it so seriously, because Alejandro knew what he could get in return after this war-land, more land than he imagined!

"Yes, Colonel, as long as there is Gatling, there is no fortress that cannot be defended!"

Alberto's words immediately elicited a burst of laughter.In their view, this is simply a battle without any suspense.

After all, it is just to hold on to the fortress.It's no different than shooting.

The joyful mood of the officers also affected the soldiers. Since there are first-generation European immigrants among these soldiers, many of them are Italians. After Argentina became independent, more and more immigrants came from Italy, Greece and other places. , There are also many mixed races.

"Una mattina mi son svegliato..."

Alfonso, carrying a rifle, just sang the folk songs of his hometown, and the soldiers around him also sang.

"O bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao..."

This is a folk song of northern Italian women protesting the hard work in the fields. It was popular all over Italy a long time ago. Although Rosas and others are not Italian, 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 refuse a woman?
The joyful and passionate folk songs echoed on the grassland, and it seemed that everyone was immersed in this happy time.

"It's those 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 northern Italians. In the past few decades, many Italians have immigrated to Argentina, and many of them are northern Italian workers. Northern Italian workers are the most radical group of workers in Europe. lovers of doctrine.

Strike is their habit, and protest is their tradition. Even on the farm, there are such people. For these people, Alessandro has always had a love-hate relationship!
On the one hand, his farm needs labor, and on the other hand, these people have never been docile.

No one would care about the mood of the commander. For the soldiers to come to the Lord, they are more willing to enjoy this happy time.Such a cheerful and relaxed time will soon disappear. Wait for two more days, and when they enter the battlefield, they will be thrown into intense battles.

As for the officers, they must always understand the mood of the soldiers. Of course, the cheerful tune also made them relax, and they even sang along with the soldiers...

However, they didn't know that a group of people were already staring at them in the sky at a height of one thousand meters. Such a large marching team on the grassland couldn't hide their whereabouts at all, and they didn't have any idea of ​​hiding. As soon as the target's airship unit spotted them, they rushed over.

"Prepare……"

Staring at the target on the ground, Wang Xinyue shouted excitedly as he flew over them.

"bomb……"

Instead of bombs, darts are dropped!

Once again, thousands of pencil-sized darts fell like rain and hailstones from a thousand meters above the sky.

"bella, ciao, ciao, ciao..."

When Alfonso sang passionately as in the past, and even couldn't help twisting his body with the rhythm, he, like the people around him, didn't notice the steel rain falling from the sky at all.

Suddenly, with a "bang", accompanied by a muffled sound like a ripe watermelon being pierced, Alfonso's singing disappeared. At least for a moment, his body seemed to twist a bit, but with the splashing With blood and brains, his head was split in half, and he fell softly. At the same time as he fell, steel darts more than ten centimeters long penetrated his shoulders, thighs, and even nailed him to the ground in one fell swoop. on the ground.

All this happened in an instant. What happened in this instant?
The grassland seems to have turned into a watermelon field, where overripe watermelons are naturally "exploding" there - that is the sound made when a person's head is hit and shattered, the brain is white and red Blood splattered everywhere.

Accompanied by the sound of "Puff bang, puff bang...", the originally cheerful scene turned into hell—the walking people were shrouded in the steel rain of death.

The god of death came silently like this, and the singing was replaced by screams of terror and cries of pain. When the wounded were clutching their wounds and lying on the ground struggling, the dart hit them again, taking away their lives. took their lives.

"Colonel, Colonel..."

Alberto found that the colonel did not respond to him, and when he turned his head, he saw a horrified scene—the colonel who fell to the ground was twitching, his shoulders and waist were bleeding, and the dart pierced through his shoulders and internal organs and then Flew from the crotch, and the Colonel's mount was dead, with five or six wounds on the horse.

The man and the horse lost their lives in silence.No one knew what happened, death just 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 as if something hit his back, and his strength disappeared from his body. When he fell down, He felt as if his body had been penetrated by something again...

When he fell down, all he saw in his eyes was a piece of red, and the red mist rose from the ground. The sound seemed to be far away, but he could hear it. It was a cry of despair. Many people He was running there desperately, but he fell down like him before taking a few steps, and fell into the iron rain of death...

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