The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 604 Allied Forces
"Carmen, this is the telegram that just arrived!" A middle-aged man with a gloomy face walked quickly to Carmen Betancourt with a telegram in his hand.

Today, except for two members of the Betancourt family who are still studying in Europe, all the other members gather in Santiago.

"That guy is moving, and his target is Orkin."

Hearing this, Carmen Betancourt's face turned gloomy. She took the telegram and took a look. It was indeed the news that Chen Zhengwei was setting off with his men.

"No news from Federico yet?" Carmen Betancourt asked.

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Inform them about this...they have to make a decision!" Carmen Betancourt thought about the people in Santiago now and felt that these people really couldn't get anything done.

The enemy was at their doorstep, and for four days they were at loggerheads.

"A decision must be made today!" Carmen Betancourt repeated emphatically.

An hour later, the survivors from various families gathered together again.

Everyone's face was filled with tension and gloom.

It was fine when Chen Zhengwei was in Shivara, and they could still hold out some hope.

Now that Chen Zhengwei has sent troops to Holguin, their hope of luck has been completely shattered.

"Are you sure?" Someone asked when they saw Carmen Betancourt come in.

"The enemy is coming towards us! Do you still want to continue arguing? Don't forget our goal, revenge, and self-preservation! No matter what your goal is, you must repel him."

"Life and death depend on this moment!"

"The Betancourt family will provide all their food, weapons, and 45 people! In addition, we will take kilograms of food..." Carmen Betancourt said in a deep voice.

These 45 kilograms of food are enough to feed people for more than half a month.

This is the limit of what the Betancourt family can offer.

As for money, it is secondary at this time.

"We have 1500 members of the Bavia family!" said the woman called Miss Bavia. "But we only have 1000 guns, two cannons, and more than shells."

With the leadership of Carmen Betancourt's family and the pressure from Chen Zhengwei, there were fewer quarrels this time and finally there was a result.

These families had a total of 22,000 people and nearly 20,000 guns, although they were all old rifles, many of which had no rifling, and there were even matchlock guns among them.

There are also nearly one million bullets of various specifications.

Six six-pound cannons, more than sixty solid shells, and more than thirty explosive bombs... These were all looted from the Spaniards when they were fighting guerrilla warfare against the Spanish army.

And the commander, what they argued about the most these days, was finally appointed by Bartolome Masson, a general of the independent army.

After all, compared with the people present here, he had actually been to the battlefield and commanded an important battle.

Bartolome Masson is a white man. After entering the meeting room, he didn't say anything nonsense and directly stated his plan.

"We are far behind those yellow-skinned people in terms of weapons. From the information I received, the enemy's firearms are very powerful. Even if we have more people, we may not be able to defeat them in a head-on confrontation.

Most of our soldiers have participated in ten years of war and have rich experience, but the same is true for the other side.

Our advantage is our familiarity with the terrain. There are many dense forests, valleys, and streams along the way from Holguin to San Diego. We can fight guerrilla warfare with them in these places!"

"Also, I suggest moving the headquarters to the Sierra Maestra Mountains, where we have a complete advantage. Even in the worst case scenario, we can retreat to the mountains and fight guerrilla warfare, just like we did when we fought the Spanish!"

During the Ten Years' War, they used the Sierra Maestra Mountains as a base to fight guerrilla warfare against the Spanish.

This time when facing Chen Zhengwei, he planned to use the same trick again.

"Can we annihilate them like this? I want to put the head of Zhengwei Chen in front of the tombstone." asked a young man.

"If there is a chance!" Bartolome Masson didn't want to discuss these things in his heart. Their primary goal was to resist the opponent's attack.

But he also knew that these people didn't understand war at all.

After the meeting, Carmen Betancourt went to a nearby study and said in a deep voice.

"Let our people in Orkin take action! It would be best if we can kill that guy!"

The Betancourt family has a company in Holguin, so they can naturally arrange a few gunmen.

If Chen Zhengwei enters Olguin, he might find an opportunity to assassinate him.

As long as you find the opportunity, one bullet will be enough.

However, he could not pin his hopes on this, and after giving the order, he came to an open space surrounded by wooden fences outside the city, where many Chinese were huddled.

Looking at those ragged, dirty Chinese people with pigtails, Carmen Betancourt did not hide the hatred and disgust in her eyes.

After a while, a Chinese man was brought over with a flattering smile on his face.

"This gentleman!"

"I say, you translate!"

"Yes, yes!" the Chinese man responded quickly, and at the same time shouted to the others, "Everyone, get up! The noble master of the foreigners is going to speak!"

Other Chinese people got up from the ground and gathered around.

"We are facing a war now! If you fight for me and kill one person, your contract will be cancelled. If you kill two people, I will give you a large sum of money and let you go home!" Carmen Betancourt said.

The Chinese man immediately translated loudly: "He said that we should help him fight the war, and then he would give us a large sum of money and let us go home!"

The crowd around immediately became restless.

In fact, they knew about this a long time ago.

These Chinese were selected from the plantations in central and eastern Cuba.

Few people working on the plantations could survive to the end of their labor contracts, as they either died of illness, exhaustion, or were beaten to death.

So when someone was recruiting people to fight on the plantation, some people simply gritted their teeth and came over.

People die and birds turn to the sky.

If I am not dead, I can go home with the money.

Then these people were gathered together, a total of six or seven hundred people.

When Carmen Betancourt saw the eager looks in the eyes of the Chinese, she sneered in her heart and then had the weapons distributed to them.

Let them train during the last period of time.

Then cartloads of crude spears were brought in.

They don’t even have enough guns for themselves, how can they possibly give them to these Chinese?

Moreover, he did not expect these Chinese to do anything. As long as they could cause some interference to Chen Zhengwei, make Chen Zhengwei hesitate, and then create opportunities for the army, that would be enough.

If that doesn't work, it can be used to block bullets.

……

Holguin, an important city in Cuba's Oriental Province, is a large city with a population of more than 10,000.

In the afternoon, some people who worked outside the city fled back into the city, with panic on their faces: "A lot of people have come, like the army! They all have yellow skin!"

"They should be the Americans from Shivara!" Someone who was well-informed said immediately. "They are the ones who killed a lot of people a few days ago. It was reported in the newspapers."

"What are the Spanish troops doing?" The citizens of Holguin whispered to each other and looked into the distance curiously.

Ten minutes later, a dozen Chinese rode into Holguin on horseback. The local residents all hid back in their homes and secretly looked in from behind doors and windows.

"Check it out!" The Chinese dispersed and checked the city, mainly to see if there was any ambush.

Several men headed straight for the city hall, jumped off their horses and strode in with guns in hand: "Where is your mayor?"

"No, I haven't seen it... I haven't seen it for two days."

"Where is the police station?" He then went to the police station and found that the police chief was also gone.

"He probably ran away!" a Chinese sneered.

"The local officials are probably from those families. When they knew we were coming, they just ran away." another person said.

An hour later, an army of 2000 men entered Holguin, accompanied by a large number of horse-drawn carriages, ox-drawn carts and mules, carrying a large amount of supplies.

The residents were looking at the army cautiously from behind their doors and windows.

He was dressed neatly, but not in military uniform, but in hunting suit.

After all, Chen Zhengwei's men are not real troops, but members of a security company.

Although most people see them as an army.

There were several carriages mixed in.

"Brother Wei, there are no hotels to stay in here! But I have found out where a few rich people live and have sent people to see them!" said a thug riding a horse, following the carriage.

"After all, we're unfamiliar with this place, and it's inconvenient to eat and live here! Let's just make do with it for now!" Chen Zhengwei nodded. He was not a picky person.

After all, what kind of hardships has he not suffered?
Just think of it as a reminder of the good times.

Chen Zhengwei's eyes swept out the window and he could see pairs of eyes full of vigilance and worry behind the doors and windows.

A little child was leaning against the window and looking out. He made eye contact with Chen Zhengwei, and a woman quickly took the child away.

"Do they think I'm a murderer?" Chen Zhengwei curled his lips.

"I'll have the local police inform the local residents that we're not bad people. As long as they don't cause trouble, everything will be fine."

At the same time, in a house diagonally in front of Chen Zhengwei, two people were hiding behind the curtains.

One of them carefully lifted the curtain, revealing a gap, and looked outside.

He still had the rifle in his hand.

"How about it, is there any chance?" another person asked in a low voice.

"The other party is in the carriage, leaning towards us..." said the person who was looking out the window. He saw the horseman riding a horse and talking beside the carriage.

He thought there might be a chance, so he carefully picked up the gun, pointed the muzzle at the street, then signaled his companion to make the gap in the curtains a little wider and tried to look towards the street.

As the carriage approached, he gradually saw the people inside the carriage, and then he saw Chen Zhengwei suddenly look up and look over here.

He was suddenly startled and felt as if he was facing a man-eating tiger.

At that moment, he even forgot to shoot. He suddenly shrank back and hid behind the curtains.

"What's wrong?" asked the companion.

"He saw me..." The person who had been aiming at me was hiding behind the curtains, breathing heavily, his teeth chattering.

In the carriage, Chen Zhengwei was looking at the window with the curtains drawn, and a gun appeared and disappeared in his hand.

"There's a gunman behind that window with the curtains drawn!" Chen Zhengwei ordered.

The horseman outside the carriage's face suddenly changed after hearing this. He made a gesture, then rode to the door of the house and jumped down.

A few more thugs came running over, stood outside the door with guns, and then kicked the door open.

Several thugs rushed in immediately, and a few moments later several gunshots were heard in the room.

"Brother Wei, there is indeed a gunman!" A thug ran to the carriage and said admiringly.

Chen Zhengwei has always been keen on assassination, as if God is blessing him.

This is no longer a secret among Chen Zhengwei's bodyguards.

But it still feels incredible every time.

So far, Chen Zhengwei has always encountered assassination attempts every once in a while, but no one has ever succeeded, and Chen Zhengwei has not even been injured.

Always find out in advance.

"There are always so many people looking for death!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Keep moving forward."

A moment later, Chen Zhengwei's carriage arrived directly at a house in the city center, and two thugs pushed a well-dressed mixed-race man out of the house.

"Brother Wei, this is the mayor's residence. But the person has already run away!"

"This person is the housekeeper here!"

"Check again!" Chen Zhengwei ordered, then looked at the mixed-blood doctor.

"Your boss ran away, leaving you here to die? It seems that your life is not important to him." Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile.

There was immediately a translator nearby.

The butler had a fearful look on his face: "Sir, you may have misunderstood! The mayor has no disrespect for you, he just has something important to do outside."

"What a coincidence? Do you think I believe it or not?" Chen Zhengwei asked with a smile.

"Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

"Sir, I really don't know anything..." The mixed-blooded man said with fear.

"Then bury him!" Chen Zhengwei knew that the other party might really know nothing, so he waved his hand and casually decided the other party's fate.

After the henchman checked, he came out and reported: "Brother Wei, there's nothing wrong inside."

Chen Zhengwei then walked in. It was a two-story garden house with a distinct Spanish style.

The house is not too big, with the two floors together covering only about 300 square meters, but it looks quite comfortable.

In addition, there are protruding balconies outside the two bedrooms on the second floor, with wrought iron fences, where you can sit on them and bask in the sun.

Chen Zhengwei walked around the first floor and saw the wine on the wine rack and said, "Did the butler bury him just now? Don't bury him yet. Give him these wines to drink!"

"Brother Wei, is this wine poisonous?"

"Just try it and you'll know." Chen Zhengwei felt that if it were him, he would definitely poison the wine, and maybe it would work.

Soon, the butler was dragged back to the garden, and several thugs came over with bottles of wine and poured them directly into his mouth. The butler tried to struggle desperately, but it was of no avail.

After drinking five or six bottles of red wine and five or six bottles of rum on the shelf, the butler struggled for a while and then fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)