The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 609: Chen Zhengwei was defeated?

Boom boom boom!
There were several artillery fire in the distance, but Chen Zhengwei felt no danger and didn't know where the shells fell.

Chen Zhengwei heard it clearly. There were only six gunshots in each firing, and the enemy only had six guns.

Moreover, the shell did not explode, which means it was not an explosive bomb and its lethality was not great.

Chen Zhengwei squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. It would be easy to rush over and destroy those cannons, but he had to lead the team himself.

Otherwise, once you go out, you won’t be able to come back.

"Boss, they're using cannons. It's too dangerous here. The fighting is almost over now. Let's just retreat!" Wen Bingzhong jumped into the trench and ran to Chen Zhengwei and said.

Chen Zhengwei took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was just a little after two o'clock.

"No, it's still early for dawn, and we can't see anything more than dozens of meters away. If we retreat now, people will just scatter. You should know what will happen if people scatter in this place!" Chen Zhengwei said directly.

In this place, if you get separated from the main force during evacuation, the only consequence is death.

"Go, let them hold on for another two hours!" Chen Zhengwei directly drove Wen Bingzhong away.

For the next two hours, the entire hill became a meat grinder.

Wave after wave of Cubans rushed up the hill, like an endless tide.

The ground was littered with corpses, layer upon layer. The pungent smell of gunpowder and blood was nauseating, but no one paid any attention.

Those Cubans used the corpses on the ground for cover, and even pretended to be corpses to climb up little by little. At three o'clock, they directly overturned a steel plate in front of the trench and jumped into the trench to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Chen Zhengwei's men.

But in just three minutes, the Cubans were driven away.

At four o'clock, the machine gun bullets were almost used up, and the Cubans rushed into the trenches again. This time, Chen Zhengwei personally took a submachine gun and swept down from the top of the hill. It took a full ten minutes to drive the Cubans out.

"Prepare to evacuate! In half an hour, take the wounded with you and break out to the northwest." While changing the magazine of his submachine gun, Chen Zhengwei asked someone to call Wen Bingzhong.

At this time, Wen Bingzhong's body was covered in blood, which was splashed all over.

Just now, a shell hit the top of the hill, only half a meter away from Wen Bingzhong, and almost took Wen Bingzhong away.

Although Wen Bingzhong escaped with his life, one of his personal soldiers was hit by a cannonball.

"Take ammunition and a day's worth of food, nothing else!"

"You organize a team to cover the rear."

"I'll arrange it right away!" Wen Bingzhong looked at the sky, which seemed to be getting light.

At this time, both Wen Bingzhong and the others were extremely nervous. They had been fighting all night, guarding this small hill, and their vision was only a few dozen meters.

Those Cubans came in an endless stream like the tide, leaving no time to even catch a breath.

Everyone was exhausted.

As time passed, at half past four, the sky began to turn white, and everyone's vision was finally able to move away. They saw that the area around the hill was littered with corpses, like a mountain of corpses.

Some Cubans were still climbing up from the pile of corpses.

"Prepare to evacuate! Go from the northwest." A messenger jumped into the trench and shouted to others.

"Fuck, if we don't retreat now we will run out of strength!" A thug wiped the blood off his face and looked around. There were many corpses even in the trenches, some right under his feet.

There were familiar faces, colleagues who had had dinner together half a day ago, and Cubans.

Looking at a familiar face on the ground, that guy was very stingy, unlike the others who would go out to have fun after getting the money.

He was just saving up, wanting to buy a few dozen acres of land, two cows, and start a farm.

It is said that he has saved several hundred yuan.

Finally he died here.

"Damn it, what's the point of saving so much? They won't recognize the fucking US dollars even down there!" The thug cursed and looked up at the Cubans who were climbing up the pile of dead bodies.

There was deep hatred in his eyes.

He raised his hand and fired a dozen bullets, killing a Cuban among the pile of corpses.

"I'm going to kill all these bastards sooner or later!"

Meanwhile, the Cubans seemed to have reached their limit.

Or perhaps the mountains of corpses and blood surrounding the hill frightened them and slowed down their attack slightly.

At the same time, Wen Bingzhong immediately organized people to break out to the northwest.

There were originally hundreds of ox carts and horse carts, but now only a few are still intact, and most of the animals pulling the carts were killed by stray bullets, leaving corpses all over the ground.

Wen Bingzhong finally managed to gather six or seven ox carts and horse carts, and threw the wounded soldiers on board like objects. Then he organized his men to rush down the hill and break out towards the northwest.

Seeing the team rushing towards the northwest and Chen Zhengwei still on the top of the hill, Wen Bingzhong and a few others wanted to carry Chen Zhengwei away.

"Brother Wei, hurry up and leave! It's okay if we die, but you can't get hurt!"

"Fuck, which eye of yours is looking at me?" Chen Zhengwei cursed. The others were almost exhausted, but he was still energetic.

He can fight his way out of here!

A group of Cubans watched these Chinese people trying to break out, and especially when they saw Chen Zhengwei, all their attention was attracted to him.

20 million!
That’s 20 walking!
"It's their boss, catch him!"

"Catch the one in pink!"

The Cubans' eyes were almost shining.

"Catch me?" Chen Zhengwei grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. He raised his hand and fired a volley of bullets, knocking down more than a dozen Cubans on the spot.

Chen Zhengwei was almost invisible as he changed the magazine, but the submachine gun continued to fire, and more than a dozen people were knocked down on the spot.

Dozens of people were killed on the spot before they could reach the top of the hill, but this did not make the Cubans become rational.

This is 20 silver dollars.

"Brother Wei, let's go!" Wen Bingzhong and others almost carried Chen Zhengwei away.

Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and pushed several people aside. He took out three grenades from somewhere, pulled out the safety rings and threw them out.

Several Cubans who were about to rush forward saw a black ball fall into the pile of corpses.

Boom boom boom!
The corpse and the people around it were overturned and turned into a pile of rotten meat.

As the sky grew brighter and the view became farther and farther, all we could see around us were corpses and the Cuban Independence Army swarming in.

Some Cubans were holding guns and firing here.

Puffs of smoke came out from the muzzle of the gun.

Chen Zhengwei's body shook and he appeared two meters away. However, as soon as the warning signs in his throat and lower abdomen disappeared, he felt warning signs in his chest and legs.

Chen Zhengwei almost kept moving, constantly changing positions, and firing the submachine gun in his hand without stopping. In a short time, dozens of people were knocked down.

At this time, Chen Zhengwei stopped and quickly threw away the magazine, then took out another one from his body and inserted it.

"Let's go! You're really holding me back!"

Chen Zhengwei, Wen Bingzhong and his group also rushed towards the northwest, but Chen Zhengwei lagged behind a little and could shoot behind him while running.

One by one, the Cubans who appeared in his field of vision were shot in the chest, throat, or head.

The group fought for twenty minutes, and two of their men fell.

The group of talents joined up with the large group of people that had just rushed out.

"Brother Wei, Captain, are you all right?"

"Let's go, walk along this road for half an hour, then turn northeast." Chen Zhengwei ordered, turned his head to look behind him, returned to his carriage, and pulled out two Winchester 1873 rifles from under the seat.

The Winchester company is gone, and the one in Chen Zhengwei's hand is a rare edition.

Chen Zhengwei reached out and grabbed the top of the carriage, lifted himself up, flipped over and landed on the carriage, and fired a shot at the back with his rifle.

More than a hundred meters away, one of the Cuban soldiers who was chasing him immediately spurted blood from his chest and fell to the ground. Chen Zhengwei pulled the bolt and fired another shot.

After 13 shots, 12 people fell down.

Chen Zhengwei threw the gun and bullets to the thugs beside the carriage.

"Load!"

……

Half an hour after Chen Zhengwei and others broke out, Cuban commander Bartolome Masson, Alfonso Betancourt and other generals arrived near the hill on horseback.

At this time, the area around the hill was like a sea of blood and corpses. The hill, which was only about a mile in radius, was littered with corpses.

This small hill is a huge flesh and blood mill.

The bodies were piled up almost into a mountain of corpses.

Even Bartolome Masson was silent when he saw this scene.

The casualties last night were at least 4000.

The two most elite troops in their hands, 5000 people from the Betancourt family and 3000 people from another family, were almost crippled.

Even Bartolome Masson, who had several thousand reserve troops under his command, was sent up.

If it had not been for darkness, the troops in the rear would not have known the situation in front and the soldiers would have fled in fear of fighting.

Miss Bavia, who was following on horseback, smelled the blood in the air. Seeing the hell-like scene before her, she immediately hugged the horse's neck and vomited, almost vomiting out stomach acid.

"We are the winners after all!" said Bartolome Masson, taking off his hat.

Those people's weapons are too powerful, fortunately they are few in number.

Or rather, their boss, Chen Zhengwei, overestimated himself and was too impatient.

Perhaps his victory in the United States made him too proud.

But this is Cuba! Not America!
If his number was twice as many, the outcome of the battle would be hard to predict.

"There are things they left on the hill, including a few big ones, their powerful guns!" Several Cuban soldiers ran over to report.

"Let's go up and have a look!"

When the group reached the top of the mountain, they saw three almost destroyed machine guns.

"It must be this thing that killed many of our people!" Alfonso Betancourt checked the condition of the three machine guns, and then gave a look to his men.

These three big guys must be brought back.

See if it can be modified to work with their ammunition.

"They threw all this stuff away, they must not have much ammunition left!"

"And they threw away most of the food." Bartolome Masson's voice gradually became more serious.

"They are about to be defeated!"

"They thought they had escaped, but there were obstacles ahead. Even if they changed direction..."

"From now on, we just need to keep chasing and driving them away, just like hounds driving prey. We will keep tearing flesh from them and draining their energy. In just one or two days, they will completely collapse!"

"In order to not give them a chance to escape, everyone except those who stay behind to clean up the battlefield should chase after them. But don't chase them too closely, use up all their strength first!"

Then, Bartolome Masson said in a relaxed tone:
"Also, send the battle report back to Santiago! Those gentlemen can breathe a sigh of relief now!"

……

Soon, the news reached Santiago. As the news and telegrams gradually spread, some wealthy people who were ready to evacuate Santiago at any time began to order their servants to put their packed luggage back to its original place.

At noon, still at the Betancourt family's manor, some people arrived and were waiting impatiently for Carmen Betancourt to announce the situation.

The playboy yawned, "What happened? Calling us over, did you win?"

"Let's wait for Mr. Betancourt to announce it!" said a person nearby, with a smile on his face, obviously having received the news.

Carmen Betancourt lived up to everyone's expectations. After entering the room, she asked someone to bring a bottle of champagne and poured it into each glass.

Then he shouted: "Gentlemen, we won!"

"That American will pay for his actions!"

The crowd burst into cheers.

"Did you catch him?"

"Maybe. After all, the telegram I received was a battle report from a few hours ago. Maybe the Chinese has been captured now..."

"Even if we're not caught, it won't be long!"

"Tell me the details, Mr. Betancourt!" others immediately asked.

Carmen Betancourt then recounted the telegrams she had received, from the previous ambushes and attacks to the bloody battle last night.

It was not until this morning that Chen Zhengwei and his men threw away their machine guns and broke out to the north.

"He has thrown away his most important weapons. He is at the end of his road! And in front of him and behind him are our warriors!"

"He ended up with no way to escape!"

"So all we have to do is wait for good news!"

"We once used a long war to take back our rights from Spain. We also use a war to tell those Americans that we are not to be trifled with!"

"At least, the US government didn't defeat him, but we did!"

"I'm going to host a party tonight! Ladies and gentlemen, let's enjoy our victory!"

There was a burst of applause all around.

At the same time, the Spanish Governor Arsenio Campos also received news of Chen Zhengwei's defeat and breakout in the Governor's Palace.

"It seems that this bone is not so easy to chew!" Arsenio Campos put the newspaper in his hand on the table with a smile on his face.

The anger I had felt towards Chen Zhengwei before has now disappeared.

"If possible, I really want to see him again and see what his expression is!" Arsenio Campos chuckled.

"But I guess there's no chance of that happening!"

"Even Napoleon couldn't avoid failure!"

"It's impossible for Chen Zhengwei to do that!"

From the information he received, Chen Zhengwei's men suffered heavy casualties.

Now, there are only 1000 people around him at most, they are short of ammunition and have abandoned their baggage.

Again, it is inland of the Oriental Province.

With the Independence Army surrounding them and chasing them, they had no chance of escaping.

But he is the biggest winner.

A large number of families behind the independence army were cleared out, weakening the army's strength. The Governor's Office strengthened its control over the central and eastern parts and also recovered a large number of plantations.

It was similar to his original plan, the only thing he didn't expect was that he thought Chen Zhengwei would be involved in a long war with the other side.

Just like the Ten Years War.

Constantly consuming the flesh and blood of both sides.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhengwei led 2000 people to attack Santiago, but was defeated by the Independence Army.

All I can say is that Chen Zhengwei is too arrogant and too conceited.

(End of this chapter)