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Chapter 343 The Choice of General Alsina (Part [-], please subscribe)
"Che...chi..."

The long sound was very loud, and the sound of cutting through the air produced by the tail edge of the aerial bomb falling from the sky when it rubbed and vibrated with the air during its fall was a bit shocking.

In the next moment, a violent explosion raised a huge cloud of flame and smoke, one after another!
Bombs weighing 100 kilograms or 250 kilograms fell on the ground of Trent Loken from time to time. When the bombs exploded, it was like clusters of bushes exploding on the ground.A tree made of steel and gunpowder and death.

In this dead tree, almost no one is spared!
In the past three days, what have the Argentine officers and soldiers guarding here suffered?

It should be said what kind of despair!
Facing such a bombing that they couldn't even fight back, they had no other emotions except despair. They didn't even know where to hide, in a shelter?The violent explosion directly collapsed the fortifications, and the shelter became a grave.The trenches would also be leveled in the blast.

Whether they're hiding in trenches or in hideouts.Bombs falling from the sky are always buried alive like gophers.

And what is the worst?It must have been hit directly by the bomb, and the creatures within a radius of [-] meters from the center of the explosion completely disappeared from this world.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Life is in some kind of balance here at this moment!
In fact, it is just blending into the earth...

But for the living, they don't want to merge into some land, so what can they do?

Apart from death, there is no other choice at all.

But in just three days, General Alsina seemed to be ten years old, and most of the other people around him were also like this. As the chief of staff, Rocca silently smoked his pipe, his beard Her hair and hair are messy, her eye circles are black, and she looks like she hasn't slept well.

In such a bombing, how could anyone be able to sleep?Even if they were asleep, they would be awakened by nightmares, and the bombing continued in the nightmares.

What should we do now?
Everyone is thinking about this question.

"From three days ago to the present, the Chinese have bombed our positions more than a dozen times, and one of them will use a giant bomb every day, each time with twelve bombs, each time..."

Only half of the report was made, and the officer who was reporting couldn't speak anymore. Despair appeared on his haggard face, and finally he even shouted in an almost desperate tone.

"General, now that death has come here, we can't do anything. What can we do? The only thing we can pray is that the bombs don't fall on our heads. We have bunkers on our heads. Our shelter looks very strong. There is more than one meter thick soil on the ground, but God can testify that there is no need for heavy bombs, as long as they drop the bombs, they will definitely be able to smash through the soil and logs, and then blow up everyone in the shelter to the sky! What can we do, spit on the sky? God, people are dying every minute now, we are killed by the South China without even seeing the face of the South China, how many of us have they killed? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? No, if this continues, we will all die in a week at most, damn it, Alsina, we will all die..."

The colonel, who suddenly collapsed, burst into tears. He even sat down on the ground in despair, and then wept loudly. At this time, no one would think that he lost his composure, let alone him, even the generals wanted to cry at this moment.

Many of them fought all their lives, and of course the opponents were Indians a lot of the time.But even the Indians are not as desperate as they are.At least the Indian spears could penetrate the Argentine soldiers.

But what about them?
Their rifles couldn't do any damage to the airship at all!Such despair is enough to make anyone break down.

"Just today, I took a rifle and shot at the airship in the sky. For such a big target, let alone a single shot, even dozens of shots, hundreds of shots are meaningless..."

In fact, with the pee-like curved ballistics of rifles these days, shooting into the air is simply nonsense, not to mention the height of 500 meters, the rifle bullets hit the air at a height of one or two hundred meters, and it is estimated that it will be curved fell down.

For the people on the airship, all this is as easy as a vacation. They just throw bombs out of the cabin-manually, although it is a bit tiring, but it is certain , this job is definitely easier than being bombed on the ground.

After a round of bombing ended, the airship slowly adjusted its direction and flew towards its own side. Before leaving, they even dropped a few boxes of "aviation darts" as a "prank", regardless of whether it had any effect, but for the For the people on the ground, whether it was darts or bombs, the psychological damage caused was irreparable, and the powerlessness to the sky made everyone feel desperate.

Finally, the sound of the explosion disappeared, and the soil that had been falling along the cracks of the logs in the tremor of the explosion also stopped, and the ground stopped trembling, Alsina said as if he had come back to his soul.

"Today's bombing should be almost over, let's count the casualties now, by the way..."

Looking up, Alsina asked.

"How many days do we have enough food? They blew up our warehouse yesterday. Has the telegram been repaired?"

Alsina's incoherent appearance revealed his inner thoughts. For General Alsina, who is over sixty years old, since the day he entered the military school fifty years ago, he has experienced too many wars in his life. What does war look like to him?

It's the kind of people who hold rifles, march forward with drums, and then keep shooting at each other at a distance of [-] meters, time and time again, until the opponent is blasted back, and then charge with bayonets.

This was the war he knew, even in Paraguay, and though the Minie and Spencer and Gatling guns had changed the face of war beyond recognition, the battlefield was still the same, rifle against rifle, cannon against cannon, Soldier to soldier, war is war after all.

But now?
Alsina was a little at a loss, because from the very beginning, the war he faced was a strange war that made him not know what to do.

Even now, there is an iron nail next to his desk—that is the "silent god of death" thrown down by the South China people. It once claimed the lives of tens of thousands of people. Many troops suffered death on the way here. of baptism.

and then?
Another gigantic bomb, a bomb the size of a giant log, or, to an exaggeration, the size of a house—at least it was long enough.

How powerful is that bomb when it explodes?

Destruction!

In the face of such a near-destructive bombing, what can they do?

All that can be waited for is death.

death!

He raised his head and looked at the people in the hideout. Through the choking smoke, he could see that each of them was devastated 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 the crowd and said.

"Gentlemen, I think... we have done our best, and now, it is time to end the suffering on both sides. Fortunately, our opponents are civilized people."

How could he not be a civilized person?

If you are not a civilized person, can you make an airship that even Europeans can't make?
Since the other party is a civilized person, everything can be negotiated...

"General, are we going to surrender?"

Roca looked at General Alsina and asked.As the chief of staff, it was of course necessary for him to ask the general about his intentions.

"No, it's for everyone."

General Alsina's expression.Looking dignified, he looked at Rocca and said.

"Now we all know that it is necessary for the war to go on at this point. It's not that we are not brave enough, but that we are unable to fight all this. If it continues, it will be nothing more than letting everyone die. If... "

Looking at his subordinates in the bunker, General Alsina said with a serious expression.

"If anyone has to take on this, let me do it, gentlemen, thank you for your efforts, it's time to end this."

When he said these words, General Alsina's heart was extremely complicated.When the war first broke out, he once gave a speech in Congress that everyone was excited about.

"Our self-esteem as a vigorous nation compels us to eradicate this group of barbarians who have taken our property as soon as possible. Whether we use reason or use force, we must accomplish this goal-in the name of the law , in the name of progress, in the name of our own security, in the name of the richest and most fertile land of this republic."

Even now, General Alsina's speeches are posted in the streets of Argentina, posted on those bulletin boards. Once upon a time, like all Argentines, he was dismissive of Nanhua.

It's just a yellow race like the Indians, so what's the big deal?

But the cruel reality gave him a slap in the face. Now that he has suffered unprecedented setbacks, his will has reached the verge of collapse.

He didn't know of any other option than to surrender.

"General..."

Opening his mouth, Roca couldn't continue talking.

It is now clear to each of them that there is no other choice for them...

(End of this chapter)