The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 608 Don't Shoot! Bloody Battle!
At this time, a simple command post was built in a forest five kilometers away from the camp of Chen Zhengwei and others.

They simply fixed linen to three trees to form a shed, and then covered it with leaves, which could barely keep out the rain.

Two oil lamps were hung on the tree trunk, but the sun had not yet completely set, and the afterglow brought light, so the oil lamps were not lit.

Bartolome Mason, the commander of the Cuban coalition, stood in front and said to the people around him in an excited voice:

"Although our casualties were heavy, theirs were also not small, especially since they were outnumbered, so their morale was affected even more!"

"They have been on the road for the past few days and have been constantly attacked. They may encounter enemies behind stones on the roadside, in the grass, or in the woods at any time. They have never had a good night's sleep, day or night..."

"Their nerves are constantly on edge! The muddy roads and possible attacks at any time, I think they are almost reaching their limit!"

"They also consumed a lot of ammunition. We intercepted their supply team. Their supply team failed to break through our defense in two attacks and was intercepted by us outside Saint Herman."

"Those people have no other backup."

"If they get to Palma Soriano, they can breathe a sigh of relief, we must not give them this opportunity!"

"So, we have to decide the outcome tonight!" "We are going to launch the largest attack! Defeat them here!"

"Victory will definitely belong to us!"

The others also nodded. They all knew that tonight was the decisive battle and they must not let the opponent reach the important town of Palma Soriano.

When they got there, they had houses and enough food to rest.

And it’s too close to San Diego.

"Brigadier General Alfonso Betancourt..." Bartolome Mason looked at one of the men, a general from the Betancourt family, second only to Federico Betancourt.

Of course, military ranks were awarded within these independent organizations during the ten-year war.

In fact, the leader of an independent organization of several hundred people may be a colonel.

"You will be responsible for launching attacks from the southeast and northeast tonight. I know you have recruited a group of Chinese people. It would be best if you could use them to break through the defense line..."

"Esteban Contreras, you take 3000 men and attack from the southwest!"

"Urbanno Romero, you lead 2000 people to cut off their retreat!"

"Quirros, Del Bosque and Montero, you take your men to this location and wait for orders!" Bartolome Masson kept giving orders.

In the previous battles, attacks were mainly launched by small independent organizations, who also suffered heavy casualties.

But tonight is different. The main fighting force tonight are the elites of those big families.

A total of more than 1 troops were mobilized.

"Remember, our goal is not only to defeat them, but also to capture their boss Chen Zhengwei. Only by capturing him can this war end!"

Bartolomé Masson slapped his hand on a wooden board beside him, where a portrait was pasted. The portrait was of a Chinese man who looked somewhat ferocious.

That was a photo of Chen Zhengwei that the Betancourt family found in a newspaper they received from the United States, and then had someone draw it.

This portrait has been distributed to every company.

After the meeting, these people dispersed and returned to their own teams, and began to call their subordinates to hold combat meetings and issue orders.

The six six-pound cannons were also assigned to the main attack team on the front where Betancourt was located.

They will use those hundreds of Chinese to clear the way and directly break through the opponent's defense line.

If that fails, use cannons to attack.

At the edge of a forest, five or six hundred ragged Chinese were sitting there holding spears, their faces filled with anxiety.

They don't know when they will be sent to the battlefield, what they will encounter on the battlefield, or whether they can return home.

All they knew was that what they had in their hands was no different from firewood.

If it weren't for this foreign country, if it weren't for the plantation, there would be no way to survive...

"Everyone get up!" A Cuban officer came over, followed by more than twenty soldiers with guns.

"Tonight, you will go to the battlefield!"

Hearing this, those people became even more nervous. One man couldn't help but say, "Even if you're going to be beheaded, you've got to have a full meal, right?"

After listening to the translation, the officer said, "Someone will bring you food in a while."

"Your enemies... are also Chinese..."

Hearing this, the Chinese people all showed surprised expressions and were a little agitated.

They thought those people were sold to Cuba as laborers just like them.

"You can get close to them... If you can do it, you will get a generous bonus..."

……

Chen Zhengwei's men have set up a camp centered on a small hill about ten meters high.

The outskirts of the camp were located on a slope. A trench was dug and steel plates were erected outside the trench as a shelter.

At the same time, bonfires were lit at the far end of the trenches for lighting.

As the sky darkened, only the moon in the sky cast some light. The moonlight and the campfire barely allowed them to see the outlines dozens of meters away.

Today is the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar, and the moon is close to its fullest, so it was also planned long ago.

Unless it is cloudy and rainy, it is beyond human control.

The aroma of broth still lingered in the camp. All the soldiers were nervously checking their guns and bullets. Everyone knew that there would definitely be a bloody battle tonight.

Three machine guns were also mounted on the top of the hill.

Two trenches were dug there in a cross shape. Chen Zhengwei sat on the edge of the trench, smoking a cigar with one foot on the opposite side of the trench.

Hearing the sound of a bird startled from the woods in the distance, Chen Zhengwei smacked his lips and put on a grim smile:
"No need to sleep tonight!"

"But this is a good thing! It's finally fucking over!"

"Let them all be on their guard!"

At this time, a group of Chinese were approaching Chen Zhengwei and others. They were holding simple spears in their hands, and some soldiers of the Cuban Independence Army were following closely behind them with guns.

"Damn, it looks like there's no way back!" a Chinese whispered.

"There is no other way but to do as they say."

When they were about 70 or 80 meters away from the trench, they shouted loudly: "Are those fellow villagers ahead?"

The moment the thugs in the trench heard the voice, they had already placed their guns on the trench, waiting for the other party to show up. However, after hearing what the other party said clearly, they were stunned for a moment.

"Chinese?"

"Yes, yes! We are all Chinese! Don't shoot!"

The thug who heard this immediately turned his head and looked to the side, and the others also had some hesitation on their faces.

The team leader here suddenly cursed: "Fuck, how did they know we were here? How did they know we had guns? They are in cahoots with the Cubans!"

At this moment, the Cubans behind the Chinese suddenly poked their guns in the back, and the Chinese immediately remembered the orders they had received before they came.

As long as you can disrupt the enemy's formation and survive, you can go home with the money.

Faced with such temptation, they didn't care about anything else and immediately ran forward, shouting, "Don't shoot!" Some people even threw away their spears and ran forward with bare hands.

And the Cuban independence forces followed closely behind them.

"Fuck, shoot!" The captain in the trench kicked the person next to him. Looking at the figures appearing around the campfire, he could see the tattered clothes on those people.

He gritted his teeth, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger.

The others naturally knew that this was a battlefield, and they all fired with cold faces.

"Stop shooting!" The Chinese who were running towards them shouted as they did so. However, what greeted them was the sound of gunfire and a hail of bullets, and they immediately fell to the ground in rows.

A Chinese man had tears in his eyes and shouted, "Don't shoot!"

But he could no longer move his feet. He was shot several times in the chest. His strength gradually faded away and he fell to the ground.

With the Chinese blocking the bullets, some Cuban Independence Army soldiers approached to within a few dozen meters and used their guns to disperse the bonfire or shoot.

The battle immediately entered a fierce stage.

Under the cover of darkness, the Cuban Independence Army soldiers rushed towards the camp like a tide.

What greeted them was also shooting from the trenches, with the sound of submachine gun fire continuing.

The steel plates outside the trenches almost made the independent army soldiers grit their teeth. They were like a solid wall of steel, firmly blocking the Chinese behind them.

Even though they had more people, the Chinese's guns were too fast. As batches of soldiers rushed forward, batches of soldiers fell down.

Some people began to use the corpses on the ground to hide their bodies and then shot forward.

Cuban soldiers were constantly being killed, and soldiers in the trenches were constantly being shot and falling to the ground.

Chen Zhengwei was sitting on the edge of the trench at the top of the slope. He felt a warning sign in front of him and twisted his body to move one meter to the side.

A bullet passed directly past him.

Although he couldn't see the situation below clearly, he was able to keenly perceive several attack routes from the gunshots and his own intuition, which could lead to a direct attack behind the enemy.

The enemy's military peak has several weak points.

Chen Zhengwei suppressed the urge to lead his men to kill, walked to the machine gun on the side, and kicked the gunman aside.

He raised his gun and fired towards the bottom of the hill.

Under the cover of night, even his accuracy rate dropped significantly, but he could feel where the opponent's attack was strong and where it was weak. In addition, he had a quick reaction, so he would just sweep over wherever he saw the muzzle flame.

The thugs in the trench below felt as if the opposite side was rushing up in groups, and the pressure was extremely great. However, as the sound of machine guns rang out behind them, the attacking Cuban soldiers were immediately mowed down in rows.

If a part of the body like the limbs is hit by a submachine gun bullet, the body can still continue to fight, but if it is hit by a machine gun bullet, the limbs will be directly broken.

Suddenly, countless Independence Army soldiers fell to the ground howling and crying in pain, which disrupted the attack of the Independence Army soldiers and caused it to stagnate.

At the same time, waves of attacks were also launched from the northeast and southwest. Countless independent army soldiers approached under the cover of darkness and then launched a charge.

"Kill those yellow skins!"

"Capture their leader!"

The other two machine guns on the top of the hill also began to show their power, with continuous flashes of fire coming out of their muzzles.

There is no need to aim, just keep shooting downwards.

click!
Chen Zhengwei was holding a cigar and shooting continuously when the gunfire suddenly stopped.

"Damn it, change the bullets!" Chen Zhengwei shouted to the side. The henchman pulled down the bullet belt and took a look: "Brother Wei, there are still bullets! The gun is broken."

As he said this, he took out a hammer from his waist and hit the barrel of the machine gun.

After knocking, press the belt back up.

Chen Zhengwei pulled the trigger and the bullet immediately swept downwards again.

"What's the problem?" Chen Zhengwei asked a moment later when his men were changing the ammunition belts, and he was going to go back and let the people from the design institute take a look.

"I don't know, usually just knock it a few times and it will be fixed!" The man didn't know what the problem was, but most of the problems could be fixed by just knocking it a few times with a hammer.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei cursed with a smile, and then he saw blood spurting out of the thug's neck, and then he fell to the ground holding his neck.

Chen Zhengwei stared at him for a moment and then looked away, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Damn it, even though I’m used to casualties, I’m still pissed!

After firing another chain of ammunition, Chen Zhengwei pulled the gun down from the trench, unzipped his pants, and urinated in the water to cool down.

Then mount the machine gun again.

"How many ammunition belts are left?" Chen Zhengwei asked.

"There are still thirteen boxes!" the henchman said quickly.

This type of ammunition belt contains 250 rounds of bullets, and there are four belts in a box.

Thirteen boxes equal thirteen thousand rounds.

Three machine guns won't last long before they are used up.

At the same time, behind the Independence Army in the southeast, Brigadier General Betancourt was looking up the hillside with a telescope.

Although the situation on the top of the hill could not be seen clearly, three firing points could be seen on the top of the hill, which were constantly spewing flames.

He estimated that this was the opponent's extremely powerful firearm.

Although he had never experienced it personally, he had known about machine guns from other people's descriptions.

"Mr. Brigadier General, our soldiers can't charge forward. Their firepower is too strong!" The adjutant ran to his side and said in a deep voice.

"Use cannons!" Brigadier General Betancourt ordered immediately.

"Push the cannons up! Shoot at the top of the hill, their three firing points! You know what I mean!"

Soon, under the cover of darkness, Malaga and his men pushed three six-pound cannons to a mile away on the hill.

They also did not notify the soldiers at the front to slow down the attack.

The battle has come to this point. No matter how heavy the casualties are, we cannot give the other side a chance to breathe.

You must overwhelm the opponent in one breath.

"fire!"

Boom boom!

As the artillery fired, several solid shells immediately fell into the Cubans' own battle line.

Wherever the solid shells flew, blood flowed like a river and broken limbs flew everywhere.

However, most of the Independence Army soldiers had no idea what was happening and were still attacking Chen Zhengwei's camp with great enthusiasm.

The artillerymen of those cannons had no idea where the shells hit.

We can only fire based on guesswork.

Boom boom boom!
A moment later another round of artillery fire was heard and several shells landed on the hill.

(End of this chapter)