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Chapter 361 The Poet's Romance (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
God will certainly not bless the Argentines!

On December 1869, 12, the last battle against Buenos Aires began. Unlike in the past, this day started with bombing instead of the roar of heavy artillery at the beginning of the war.

In the morning, the Nanhua army dispatched sixteen airships and flew directly to the rear to bombard the military depot where the Argentines were storing supplies. Although the bombing did not cause too many casualties, it destroyed a large amount of supplies, a large number of Weapons and ammunition were destroyed in the bombing.

Once again the pattern of war has been rewritten, but that doesn't matter.

The battle begins on this day!

As in the past, at ten o'clock this morning, the cannons were fired first!

In the "Argentina Campaign", for the soldiers, the most trustworthy cannon was always the artillery. As soon as the battle started, each cannon needed to fire 20 to 30 rounds on average during the artillery preparation, which was rapid firing, non-stop hit.So much so that the barrels of many mortar guns were red, and soldiers even had to urinate on the barrels to cool down the barrels to maintain the rate of fire.

Correspondingly, after loading dozens of rounds in a row, the most burly and strong loader's arms are sore and unable to straighten, so that he has to change the loader halfway.

"Five rapid-fire shots!"

In the shout of the squad leader, the loaders who had just replaced immediately fired the shells and stuffed them in from the muzzle. The moment the shells fell into the chamber, the shells flew out with a "boom".

Almost at the moment when the shells flew out, the loader who bent down to avoid the sound and smoke from the muzzle picked up the shells again, stuffed them directly into the muzzle, and the shells flew out again.In this way, in less than six or seven seconds, the artillerymen fired a rapid fire with a 120mm mortar.

In this era, such a rate of fire is simply a miracle, which is why the South China Army likes mortars, because those field guns with receding frames have an appallingly slow rate of fire, even the latest receding and reloading guns , At most, there are only three to five rounds per minute, but mortars are different. A 100mm mortar can even fire more than 20 rounds per minute.

And this kind of rapid fire is not without cost. After shooting a rapid fire, the squad leader shouted.

"Quick, wipe the cannon."

Wipe the cannon is to scrub the gun barrel with the sticky gun, to cool down the gun barrel and clean the gunpowder residue in the gun bore.

In order to reduce the temperature of the gun barrel as soon as possible, the squad leader even took off his pants and urinated on the gun barrel. The temperature of the gun barrel dropped rapidly amid the rising steam.

Compared with the mortar, the Type 68 mortar is more shocking. Although it has a short range and is even called "rabbit leg" in the Nanhua Army, it is definitely responsible for the firepower of the Nanhua Artillery. Dozens of 68 Type The concentrated mortar attack was still as earth-shattering as in the past. Every violent explosion could directly blow up the trenches and bunkers within tens of meters of Fangyuan.

The weather is fine today, and the visibility is extremely high. From the artillery position, you can even see the outer positions of the Argentine army with the naked eye. The position of the Argentine army is completely immersed in a raging fire and smoke. The continuous burst of smoke is like death. Like breathing, it roared and opened the ground. In the violent explosion, those Argentine soldiers hiding in the trenches all screamed in terror, and an unknown number of people were buried alive in it.

"God, please bless your people, all the glory belongs to you!"

Hidalgo, who was curled up in the trench, kept screaming. He never imagined that one day his pen hand would take up arms. As a poet, he just entered the literary world of Buenos Aires He showed his talents, but the sudden war changed everything.

Like many others, he was drafted into the army, stuffed a Revolutionary War rifle with a somewhat rotten stock, and went to war like everyone else.

There are many people like him. Among them are painters, musicians, lawyers, and even university professors. How can people like them go to the front line?
And right here, with the explosion, Hidalgo suddenly felt—a shudder.It was a trembling of horror—he saw half of the corpse falling in front of his eyes. Although the person was bombed beyond recognition, Hidalgo recognized this person through the half-cut glasses hanging on his face.

It was Karl Alter, the middle school teacher from Poznan, East Prussia, who they were chatting with just this morning, and now he is only half of his body.

"God, this damn war..."

Hidalgo suddenly cursed this war aloud. In his opinion, this war was no longer about defending the freedom and dignity of Argentina, but was entirely caused by the ambitions of the big landlords.

"God, curse those greedy people, it is they who brought mankind to destruction, it is their greed that destroyed everything in the world, my God..."

Hidalgo, who avoided the artillery fire, was left with boundless despair when he roared angrily. When the earth was shaking under the artillery fire, he realized for the first time that he was a coward. He was afraid of death.
Once upon a time, he thought he was a brave figure. When he received the call-up order, he said impassionedly to the friends and lovers who came to see him off with money, that he would shed the last drop of blood on the battlefield. In order to defend Argentina, all this It's all worth it.

But now?
Hidalgo found that there was only one thought left in his mind-to get out of this ghost place.He wanted to survive, he didn't want to die on the battlefield like this, with no bones left by the shells.

"God bless, bless me..."

Hidalgo cried and prayed.If he could choose again, he would never go to the front line again.Even if there are lovers staring at her with adoring eyes, what's the point?

Once you die, there is nothing left.

"Christina... I'm really not that brave..."

Hidalgo had in his mind the woman he had coveted, the most famous actress in all of Buenos Aires and a very brave woman who had been performing for soldiers on the front lines in days gone by .

Once upon a time, he had hoped to exchange her favor with his heroic performance on the battlefield. After all, a brave woman like her must also like warriors.

But now?
He found himself stupid.If he died here, he would really have nothing. Even if Christina shed tears at his funeral, what's the point?
In the end, it may be as long as a month or even less.She will forget about him, and then lie in the arms of other men, continue her life, and will not even think of him in the days to come...

"What a fool I am."

When Hidalgo cursed his stupidity in his heart, the shelling of the South China Army seemed to be more violent, and their cannons seemed to wipe everything from this world.

Hidalgo, like everyone else, could only scream under such heavy fire...

Just as the Argentines were screaming in the trenches to avoid the shelling, the soldiers in the trenches began to charge. They jumped out of the trenches and walked in the burned wheat fields. In the scorched black fields, gray-green scattered The line of soldiers was advancing towards the Argentine trenches, and the thousands of bayonets shone coldly in the sun.

At the rear of the skirmish line, the machine gunners pushing the gun cart were either carrying shoulder straps, towing the gun cart, or pushing the gun wheel. The 68-type six-barreled Gatling machine gun was much lighter than the 62-type. The weight of the vehicle is only a little over 200 kilograms, which makes it possible to accompany infantry attacks in field conditions.

Almost when the machine gun team advanced to a distance of only three or four hundred meters from the front line, the artillery fire began to extend to the rear. Although the Argentine trenches were still shrouded in gunpowder, there seemed to be something moving there.

"shot!"

After the machine gunner turned the handle, it turned almost half a circle, and the machine guns cheered up. Dozens of machine guns rained bullets on the defense line of the Argentine army. Under the suppression of intensive firepower, they just recovered from the artillery fire. The Argentines never had a chance to show their heads. Even if some people were driven by officers to stand on the shooting platform, their heads were smashed by 9mm bullets as soon as they appeared. Was taken aback.

Many of them even carried old-fashioned muzzle-loading guns, perhaps even Garbeth rifles converted from the Revolutionary War to percussion guns.When have you seen such dense firepower.

Under the suppression of the firepower of the machine guns, they dared not raise their heads, and could only let the bullets rain on the trenches.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Argentines were suppressed by machine gun fire, the attacking infantry strode forward. Although the Argentine army was also firing back with mortars and heavy artillery from the rear, their firepower was obviously not comparable to that of the Nanhua army. Although the artillery shells can bring some damage, they can't stop the Nanhua army's footsteps.

When they approached the trenches of the Argentines, the soldiers rushing to the front threw a grenade into the trenches. After the violent explosion, the soldiers rushed over like wolves and tigers. Those who were bombed The dizzy Argentines, before they could react, the bayonet had already sunk into their chests.

The Nanhua army that came rushing in like tigers attacking sheep, assassinated those Argentine soldiers in the trenches like tigers filling a flock of sheep, whether they were soldiers from other provinces or the lack of training of the defense force, they were not them at all opponent.

Amidst the horrifying shouts, one by one the Argentine soldiers fell under the bayonets.Many people screamed in horror and raised their hands, but they couldn't stop the bayonet from sinking into their chests.

But none of this had anything to do with Hidalgo. In the explosion of the grenade, he was buried directly under the soil...

(End of this chapter)