America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Sergio Gonzalez, official lieutenant, a very ordinary Spanish officer.

His men numbered more than 100 and were stationed in the town of Songa.

It is located between the two big strongholds in the south, Santiago and Guantanamo.

The Lieutenant's Bastion abuts the town.

He is very confident in his fortifications, and the stone wall is extremely strong.

Two brand new heavy machine guns are mounted on it.

These days, it is not easy to get a heavy machine gun, but it is somewhat related to the superiors to get two and the corresponding bullets.

These are more than enough to deal with the ragged Cuban rebels.

The materials in the fortification are also sufficient, enough for his hundred people to use for a long time.

Although Cuba has become shockingly poor after experiencing famine and war, with the skills of the Spaniards, a piece of meat can be scraped off a mosquito's leg.

There are many such fortifications between Santiago and Guantanamo, and basically all larger towns will be built.

The purpose of such a fortress is mainly to prevent one of Santiago and Guantanamo from falling, so that the enemy will not immediately go all the way to the other side unimpeded and encircle the city.

Although the Cuban rebel army, especially the Chinese troops, has occupied most of the countryside, there is still no good way to take towns and such fortresses.

They don't have enough weapons to break through that city wall, and if they attack by force, many people will die.

This is not in line with the strategic policy Chen Jianqiu set for them.

In addition to watching wild dogs baring their teeth in the field outside the fort every day, Gonzalez returns to the place where he lives to paint.

It was the only way he could get rid of his nostalgia.

He has been here almost three years.

Since Cuba launched the second independence movement in 1895, the lieutenant has been sent over.

His hands were stained with the blood of many Cubans.

At first, Gonzalez felt that the Governor's methods were a bit cruel, but he soon got used to it.

He prefers to use red in his paintings.

At this time, the lieutenant was setting up an easel on the city wall as usual, and began to copy the scenery in the distance.

Cuba is a small island country, but it brings together a variety of scenery, including swamps, rainforests, mountains, and savannahs.

It's beautiful, but it's not the same as the Iberian Peninsula after all.

The lieutenant dragged the palette in one hand and the paintbrush in the other, dabbing on the canvas while listening to the latest news from the soldiers.

"Sir, our government has declared war on the Americans," said the soldier.

"We announced it first?" The paintbrush in the lieutenant's hand paused, "When?"

"Four days ago," the soldier replied, "the U.S. government passed the "Taylor Act," unilaterally declaring Cuba's independence and requiring us to withdraw from Cuba, so the government decided to declare war on the United States."

"The Americans are really interesting. They like to force others to declare war first." The lieutenant snorted.

The paintbrush in his hand began to continue.

From the sinking of the Maine, the lieutenant knew that there would be a war between the United States and Spain, and it was only a matter of time.

He now somewhat admires his foresight, and has stored enough supplies in the fortress, including water and food.

If those Yankees dare to come, they must be dealt with severely.

"What news?" Lieutenant Gonzalez continued to ask.

"There is another thing. Our investigators found some new Chinese troops nearby. They were dressed differently from the previous insurgents, and their uniforms were very uniform." The soldier continued to report.

"New Chinese troops? Are you sure it wasn't those bloody guerrillas who got the new clothes?"

Still staring at his painting, the lieutenant said.

The soldiers dared not speak.

They also don't know where these Chinese soldiers came from.

The scouting troops didn't dare to get too close, they could only take a rough look.

"After changing their skins, these people are still guerrillas, and they still have nothing to do with us." Lieutenant Gonzalez straightened up.

"You all pay attention to me, if they dare to attack, I will let their corpses lie everywhere!"

He straightened up, dipped a little red paint with a pen, and wiped a stroke on his canvas.

On the second day, and on the third day, the lieutenant still climbed up the city wall to complete his painting.

It's not that he has a big heart, but that the Chinese soldiers mentioned by his subordinates did not appear in his field of vision.

The outside of Songo's fortress is not a flat river, but a rolling hill.

Overgrown with weeds and wild dogs.

"Are those mud legs back?" the lieutenant asked the soldiers behind him.

"No, there seem to be more and more people, just behind those trees." The soldier pointed to a dense jungle not far away.

"They didn't move at all?" Lieutenant Gonzalez touched his chin.

Some people have a trait called crow mouth.

The Lieutenant seems to fall into this category.

As soon as his words fell, a black mass of people suddenly poured out from the jungle.

These people moved very fast and pressed towards the city wall.

"Enemy attack! Take your positions! Get closer and fight!"

The lieutenant gave the order without haste.

In his opinion, although there are quite a few of these mud legs in front of him, they will definitely not pose a threat to the fortress under his feet.

He planned to wait for these people to approach a distance of about 500 meters, and use the advantage of the range of the Mauser rifle in his hand to kill them.

But these forward-pressing troops suddenly stopped at a distance of about 800 meters.

The lieutenant couldn't see what they were doing with the naked eye, so he raised the binoculars in his hand.

The people on the opposite side are indeed mostly Chinese, and they are also wearing uniforms.

However, their formation was scattered, in groups of two or three.

These soldiers casually raised their guns and shot in their direction.

The gunshots were uneven and scattered.

The lieutenant hid behind the bunker.

He could hear the whizzing of bullets, but they were far away.

Most of the bullets hit the wall or went somewhere else.

The lieutenant snorted.

Sure enough, it was a gang of mobs.

"Fight back! Fight back!" he ordered to the soldiers behind him.

"But our effective range is not as far as theirs." The soldier muttered.

"Then bring our two heavy machine guns over, I want these mud-legged people to understand what the shock of the new era is!"

Lieutenant Gonzalez gave the order.

But when his subordinates hurriedly lifted the machine gun over and set it up, the Chinese infantry on the opposite side had already withdrawn.

The Spaniards counted and found that three were hit by stray bullets, two of which were not serious, with skin trauma.

Only one unlucky guy was worse, was hit in the chest, and was carried back to lie down.

"Sir, are they probing with fire?" The soldier looked suspiciously at the empty front.

"They're all a bunch of cowards, they don't even have the courage to move forward." The lieutenant dismissed them, turned and walked towards the steps of the city wall.

In the open space behind the jungle in the distance, Chen Jianqiu had already returned to the camp with his soldiers.

"Boss, let's just shoot the gun and it's over?" Li Sifu asked inexplicably.

"Well, today's task is completed, and we will continue tomorrow." Chen Jianqiu said nonchalantly as he walked towards the tent.

"Oh." Li Sifu nodded in agreement.

Although he doesn't understand the boss's purpose, after following Chen Jianqiu for so many years, he understands a truth.

Just listen to the boss and you're done.

In the next few days, Li Sifu would take people to shoot guns outside Songge for a while, but they were basically at a relatively safe distance.

Lieutenant Gonzalez went up to the city wall to have a look at it at first, but he was unwilling to even go out the door afterward.

"Fight back if you like." The lieutenant said to his soldiers.

However, he didn't know that the real danger was coming from behind him.