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Chapter 865 Fighting on the plateau (fourth update, please subscribe)
"Chirp..."

The sound made by the mortars across the sky is very special, a bit dull, as if there is a bass humming in the air.In the next moment, a huge column of smoke suddenly exploded on the grassland.

The 100kg heavy grenade launched by the 9mm mortar is very powerful. It has always been the infantry's favorite weapon. The reason is that each infantry battalion has 4. For the offensive infantry, it is They can get the most direct and powerful support weapons on the battlefield.

Compared with Uruguay, the fierce battle on the Mato Grosso Plateau in the north is a bit insignificant, because it is sparsely populated and the Brazilian army has limited strength. Most of their battles are battalion-scale battles.

But even so, the battle was not easy.After all, they don't have much artillery cover in many cases. At this time, mortars become the only fire support.

"Squad [-], the left wing leaps forward!"

The platoon leader's shout echoed on the battlefield at the moment of the explosion. Hook, who was lying on the grass, immediately leaped forward with his waist bent and his rifle in hand. The dozen or so figures in the grassland looked like cheetahs, constantly approaching the front, suddenly there was a burst of gunfire in front, and the Brazilians found them.

Just as the Brazilian army was shooting wildly with the British No. 1 rifle, suddenly, there was a rush of gunfire right in front of them.

It's a five-year Gatling gun!
Although this electric three-barreled Gatling gun is a bit heavy, it is still the firepower pillar of the Ming army. Each infantry battalion is equipped with three heavy machine guns. The Brazilians can hardly lift their heads under the fierce machine gun fire. The suppressed troops attacked again, and when they were more than ten meters away from the Brazilian trench, Hook directly threw out a heavy grenade.

Two or three seconds later, accompanied by a loud bang, the Brazilians in the trenches were either blown into the sky, or were stunned by the shock. Before they recovered, the soldiers jumped into the trenches .Stabbing down the nearest enemy with a bayonet, the trenches were filled with shouts of killing. Faced with such a wolf-like Ming army, the Brazilians all fled one after another. As for the Paraguayans who were recruited, they simply , They surrendered directly. For these Paraguayans, none of them were willing to work for Brazil, but Mato Grosso Province was occupied by Brazil, and they were forcibly recruited.

"I surrender, I surrender, I am Paraguayan..."

Amid bursts of shouts in Spanish, nearly a hundred captives surrendered, most of them were Uruguayans, and of course there were some Brazilians, and many of those Brazilians were black—in the Brazilian army, there have always been A large number of black slave soldiers, they only need to serve for ten years to be free.

"are you sure?"

Si Dongli glanced at the captives in front of him. There were more than a hundred of them. They were all "freemen" in shabby clothes, the so-called "free men". They were all black slaves recruited by the army from plantations. These people are not good at fighting, but they are good at robbery and murder.

"Sir, that's right, it's them. When they invaded Paraguay, they were the favorites to kill people!"

When looking at these captives, Hook's brown eyes were full of hatred.

Hook's brother died under the cane knife of these people. In the battle of Caraguate, his brother died, as well as his grandfather. Before that, his father also died.

All along, he longed for revenge.

Now finally came the time for revenge, how could he miss it?

"Sir, they all deserve to die!"

Hook’s words drew a burst of approval from the surroundings. The [-]th Regiment was adapted from the Paraguayan Civil Defense Corps. Most of them live in Paraguay, and many of them have Paraguayan wives. Of course, Aiwu and Uxia don’t have any good impressions of these people.

Faced with the suggestions of his comrades in arms, Si Dongli thought of his wife Isabella's hatred for the Brazilians for many years. He thought for a while, then looked at Hook and said.

"I'll leave it to you, take them to a nearby trench."

"Yes, sir!"

Those "freeman" didn't know what was waiting for them at all, they just looked around blankly, whenever they saw the soldiers of Ming Dynasty, their dark faces always had a flattering expression, but there was cunning in their white eyes gaze.

"Sir, sir, we are not Brazilians!"

"Yes, sir, we can do a lot for you..."

When these "freeman" were escorted to a nearby trench, they were always trying to please these people. They either used Portuguese, or blunt Spanish, or even Chinese to please these people.

But soon, they felt the hostility in the eyes of these white lord-like Ming soldiers.

"Where are they taking us?"

They all looked at those escorting them in horror. It seemed that they had experienced this scene before.

No, they have never experienced it before. They just gathered the captives together and killed them.

"They're going to kill us..."

Finally, when he came to the edge of a trench, Hook lit a cigarette, then walked up to the "freeman" with the cigarette, and said in blunt Portuguese.

"I am not a cruel person, but you must be responsible for the crimes you committed in Paraguay, in the name of God!"

After taking a deep puff, Hook threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"Get ready! Raise your gun!"

"Forgive me, sir, I can do a lot of work..."

Facing their prayers, these people did not hesitate at all. Following Hook's command, they pulled the trigger,
"Aim - release!"

Accompanied by Hook's shout, gunshots rang out, and piles of corpses fell in the trench.

With a rifle in his hand, Hook walked up to several corpses that hadn't rolled into the trench, and kicked the corpses into the trench.

The trenches that were used to fight became the graves of these people. After the soldiers buried the corpses with the shovels in their hands, Hook just sat there quietly, smoking a cigarette silently, and the platoon leader Zhao Niandong looked at him , then walked over and asked.

"How? To relieve hatred?"

"Relieve hatred?"

Hook shook his head and said.

"I don't know, 10 years ago, when my father died in battle, I was only 8 years old, and 7 years ago, when my brother and grandfather were killed by Brazilians, I was only [-] years old, if my mother didn't hide me Get up, and maybe I'll die there too..."

Smoking, holding the rifle in his arms, Hook looked into the distance and said.

"I hate the brazilians, I really hate them, they killed so many people... even I joined the army for this reason, I hope one day I can go to brazil with the army and avenge my guys, Killing them, I'm really happy..."

Then Hook couldn't go on talking, he couldn't go on because he didn't know what to say, he knew he was happy, but he wasn't as happy as he imagined.

Looking at the bewildered young man, Zhao Niandong patted his shoulder and said.

"Don't think so much, this is just war."

Yes, this is just war, there is no big deal, and there is no so-called hatred, it is just war...

(End of this chapter)