America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 581

For the first time, Rodgers and his Spanish soldiers felt that this place was so strange.

In the camp on the edge of the jungle, Rodriguez sat on a wooden box.

He licked his chapped lips, then shook the mouth of the water bag he carried with him downwards.

Not a drop of water.

The commander angrily threw the water bag on the ground.

The adjutant at the side threw an oval yellow wild fruit.

Rodriguez took over.

"Lucuma?" He rolled the fruit in his hand and looked at the adjutant.

"En." The adjutant sat down beside him, took out the dagger he carried with him, cut open the wild fruit from the top with one knife, and then put it in his mouth and began to chew.

"Satisfies thirst and hunger, let's eat quickly." The adjutant said while eating whole, "The wild fruit will be gone in two days."

Upon hearing this, Rodgers glanced at the soldiers around him again.

Spanish soldiers in white uniforms sat listlessly against boxes or trees, with empty eyes and no fighting spirit.

They are hungry, tired and thirsty.

Chen Jianqiu's troops were not in a hurry to attack them, but kept reducing their living range.

Fill a well today, move some camps forward a kilometer tomorrow, and mop up Spanish soldiers looking for water and food.

"Are there any wells that haven't been sealed?" Rodriguez still had a fluke mentality.

"I think it's more reliable for you to pray for rain."

Rodriguez could hear the helplessness and dissatisfaction in the adjutant's words.

This adjutant, who was originally Roberto's subordinate, was sent out and led some soldiers to join the attack on the Marine Corps because he came from a poor background and couldn't urinate in the same jug with Roberto.

If he is dissatisfied, I am afraid that there may be problems with his own safety first.

"Do you think Roberto and the others will come to support us?" Rodriguez planned to confide in this nominal "subordinate".

"Dear sir, should I say you are naive? Or should I say you are too optimistic." The adjutant stood up.

"The connection between us and Kaimanera City has been completely cut off. Did you see their liaison personnel come to find us or the people we sent to deliver the letter returned?"

He walked among the soldiers.

"You and I have fought against the Chinese commander surnamed Chen. If the city of Kaimanera had not fallen, would he have brought the main force to clear us so recklessly?"

"Even if we take ten thousand steps back, the city of Kaimanera has not yet fallen, but our supply line has been completely cut off."

"The water is gone, and the food will be gone soon." The adjutant pointed to the soldiers who were in low spirits, and raised his voice, "Look at them, many of them are poor people from Spain to beg for a living!"

"You mean, do we find a chance to break out and fight?" Rodriguez didn't know if he really didn't understand, or if he didn't understand, he said, "Should we break out to the north? Or to the west?"

The adjutant was even more emotional:
"Rodriguez, I really don't understand, what are you still insisting on?"

"Leaving the jungle, do you think we will be the opponents of those people on the opposite side?"

"The firepower on the other side is at least several times that of ours. I have never seen this kind of army! How many people you died in their hands last time, have you forgotten?"

Rodriguez was silent.

It seemed he had no other choice but to surrender.

But he also knew that if the city of Caimanera in the north was not destroyed and he surrendered like this, he might be tried by the Spanish domestic military court when he returned home.

Someone will always pay for failure.

"Aren't you afraid of being judged when you return home?" Rodriguez asked the adjutant expressionlessly.

"Let the judge go to hell with him!" the adjutant yelled, "I love Spain, but I'm not here to serve as cannon fodder for those bullshit governments!"

"I don't want to die of hunger or thirst tomorrow in this ghost place! I don't even want to die in a foreign country!" the adjutant said.

This sentence is actually a bit counterproductive.

Cuba is still a Spanish colony at least so far, so the term "foreign land" either does not recognize that it is a Spanish colony at all, or it is a tacit agreement that the United States will win the war.

This kind of person is afraid of being tried by a military court?

Seeing that Rodriguez was silent, the next words of the adjutant were more straightforward:
He approached the commander with a fierce expression on his face:

"Commander, if you don't want to, I will take my brothers away, and I must be responsible for their lives!"

This is a blatant threat!

Rodriguez's first reaction when he heard this was to shoot the man in front of him.

But the adjutant stared at him closely, without any fear in his eyes.

He glanced again at the soldiers with haggard faces.

Although they were listless due to hunger and thirst, they all raised their heads after hearing the adjutant's words, their eyes full of expectation.

These people have all fought against Chen Jianqiu's Chinese army, and they are all a kind of invincible despair.

There is no way to violate the will of the soldiers, otherwise, it will cause a mutiny!
"The question is, who should we surrender to now? The Chinese-dominated army in the north, or the Marine Corps in the south."

Rodriguez looked a little hesitant.

"It is said that those Chinese troops will hand over the surrendered soldiers to the rebel army. That would be a disaster for us!"

The adjutant could not answer him this question.

"Let's go to both sides first, and bring me a message." Rodriguez thought for a long time, and made a compromise plan, "Agree first, and see what benefits they can give."

In the end, the adjutant went to Chen Jianqiu's side, while the other person was given the task of meeting Huntington's Marine Corps.

Three days later, in the city of Kaimanera, in the former residence of Roberto.

This official residence was built by the first Spanish governor of the city here, trying to replicate his mansion in the Iberian Peninsula one-to-one.

Whether it is the facade or the interior decoration, this mansion embodies a strong Spanish style.

Passionate yet tender.

But the governor did not end well.

He was kicked out of office because he offended a member of the royal family in Spain on some matter, and died on the ship returning home.

And his mansion was also washed away for the use of the successive city governors of Kaimanera.

Now this is Chen Jianqiu's temporary command post.

"Rodriguez plans to surrender?" Chen Jianqiu was eating a pineapple.

Beside him stood a previously captured Spaniard as an interpreter.

On the table in front of him, a pot of skewered pineapples was soaked in salt water.

The adjutant looked at the pot of pineapples and kept swallowing.

Chen Jianqiu noticed his adam's apple protruding, and made a "please" gesture to him.

"Eat whatever you want, chat while eating." Chen Jianqiu sent out an invitation.

The adjutant was not polite either, he just picked up a bunch and stuffed it into his mouth.

While eating, he told Chen Jianqiu Rodriguez's concerns.

"He is mainly afraid that he will be made things difficult by a military court when he returns home because of defeat. Another hope is that he will not be handed over to the rebel army. In the end, he wants to be decent and maintain the organizational system. We will not participate in the battle anymore and will wait until we are sent back to the country. "

Chen Jianqiu listened quietly to the adjutant's words, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile:
"When did I say that I would accept your surrender?" He said word by word.

The adjutant froze.

The pineapple in his hand also stopped.

What does it mean?Is it possible that the Chinese in front of him really intends to thirsty the 2000 besieged people in the jungle?
"Surrender or not, and how to surrender is not up to you." Chen Jianqiu said, "Unless you are valuable to me."

The Spaniard next to him faithfully translated his words.

Upon hearing this, the adjutant immediately threw the pineapple in his hand onto the table.

He was emotional, just like he was with Rodriguez.

"Mr. Chen! I will never do treasonous things! Even if we are inferior to others and lose to you, we will not take up guns and fight our compatriots."

Chen Jianqiu shook his finger:

"No, you don't need to suffer so much. My request is very simple. I just hope that you can help me convey a message. That is, I hope that all Spanish troops can only surrender to my troops. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your lives." Safety."

"As for Mr. Rodriguez, he has nothing to worry about. If he is indeed court-martialed, I can testify against him, and so can you."

"You still carried out tenacious resistance even when logistical supplies could not be supplied. It was not due to poor command or other reasons."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the adjutant.

"You will have the glory you deserve, and I will not hide this."

After hearing this, the adjutant immediately felt as comfortable as taking a hot bath.

"Mr. Chen, there is no problem."

After the adjutant got the answer he wanted, he hurriedly set off on his way back.

On the other side, at Huntington's Marine Corps, another messenger of Rodriguez also met Huntington.

He also euphemistically expressed the meaning of surrender.

Huntington was overjoyed.

Although I don't know which army led by the fierce man in the north is attacking the enemies in the jungle with him, causing these enemies to completely collapse and surrender.

Trapped in McCalla, he has almost no contact with the outside world.

Before that, the general headquarters would give him some orders.

But in the end, even the orders basically didn't matter, and they just stood by and waited for help. It seemed that they planned to let this unsatisfactory team hang around until the end of the war.

Huntington did not see the surrender of the Spanish army to him as a very problematic event.

How could the army in the north win without their own marines expending so much in the front!
It's like two people beating another person at the same time, the one who was beaten black and swollen by the counterattack is the most important one, and the one who deserves the honor.

Huntington stopped the attack and held his troops at McCulla's camp.

Then there is no more then.

Huntington did not wait for the Rodriguez who were ready to surrender to him until the end of the war.

The Marine Corps seems to be forgotten, "facing the sea and spring flowers blooming" at Camp McCulla.

After getting a reply from the adjutant, Rodriguez quickly made a decision.

Surrender to Chen Jianqiu!

As for those Marines, die as far as you want.

He will only surrender to troops that have defeated him.

Ma Run?

Where to stay cool and where to stay.

After all, no matter how bad your troops are, they didn't lose to these people in the battle of McCalla!
(End of this chapter)