The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 610 This is a trap...

By a stream, a group of Chinese people, their bodies covered in blood, were drinking stream water and wolfing down canned food.

They couldn't care too much at this time.

The bloody battle last night, the breakout in the morning, and the whole morning of traveling and exchanging fire with the pursuers had exhausted everyone of them. They sat on the ground and didn't want to get up, their minds were blank.

As long as you close your eyes, you can fall asleep immediately.

But even if they didn't want to move a finger, they had to hurry up and eat something.

"They are still chasing us, but it seems not as close as before." Wen Bingzhong sat next to Chen Zhengwei, holding a can and eating as he spoke.

“You’ve gone hunting before, right? When facing wild beasts, you must keep scaring them and driving them away, and then kill them after their strength is exhausted!” Chen Zhengwei threw an empty can at his feet.

"Damn it, I've never been chased by anyone in my life!" Chen Zhengwei had a sullen look on his face, his eyes full of resentment.

Even if this plan was arranged by him.

If we don't do this, those independent armies will continue to fight guerrilla warfare against us, and we don't know how long the fight will last.

This is Cuba, after all, it’s their place.

Those Cubans can provide them with a steady supply of reinforcements.

By then, our casualties will be several times, or even ten times, what they are now, and the resources and money consumed will be an astronomical figure.

He let Wen Bingzhong command the troops all the way because he was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself and would defeat the enemy, scare them, force them into the Sierra Maestra Mountains, and then they would fight guerrilla warfare against him.

That's trouble.

Chen Zhengwei closed his eyes and recalled the map.

"In another two hours, we will reach the target location. At 2:30 pm, they will enter the ambush circle..."

At the same time, in the Yumuri Valley ahead of Chen Zhengwei and others, Chen Yonglu and his men were waiting quietly in a forest with bated breath.

The terrain here is surrounded by mountains on both sides, with a valley in the middle passing between the two mountains.

The 500 men he brought with him were scattered among the mountains on one side.

And on the other side of the mountain, there were also 500 people.

"This valley is several kilometers long. If we pinch both ends, even the immortals can't escape. When the time comes, no matter how many Cubans come, they will die!" Chen Yonglu said, patting the machine gun beside him.

For this ambush, a total of ten machine guns were deployed here, distributed on the mountains on both sides.

After all the Cubans come in, another 500 people will seal the entrance, and those Cubans will have nowhere to escape.

This place is really suitable for an ambush.

Chen Yonglu and others waited until after one o'clock in the afternoon, and then they heard gunshots from time to time in the distance.

This made Chen Yonglu and others perk up their spirits, and they held up their binoculars and kept looking towards the entrance of the valley.

Near two o'clock, we saw a group of people walking in from one end of the valley. They had only a few horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts, and they were filled with wounded soldiers covered in blood.

The others didn't walk fast either, and looked exhausted.

Through the telescope, Chen Yonglu could see the blood on their bodies and the fatigue on their faces.

"How could the casualties be so great?" Chen Yonglu calculated in his mind that the number of these people was no more than 900.
When Chen Zhengwei and his group left, there were a total of 1500 people.

And they were carrying machine guns, submachine guns and large amounts of bullets.

He also saw at a glance that in the back row of the team, Chen Zhengwei was sitting on the roof of a carriage, holding a Winchester 1873 rifle in one hand.

The other hand was holding a telescope, looking behind him.

Then he saw the telescope in Chen Zhengwei's hand turning towards him.

Chen Yonglu quickly asked people to send out flag signals.

Then have everyone hide carefully.

Less than ten minutes after Chen Zhengwei and others left, the Cubans chased in, like a long dragon diving into the valley.

Anyone who has fought in a war would be wary and cautious when faced with such terrain.

However, after a bloody battle all night yesterday and chasing all the way here today, they were already exhausted.

Although these Cubans could take turns to rest, they could not even get enough food, and their physical fitness was far inferior to that of Chen Zhengwei's men who ate beef every day.

At this time, they were almost exhausted, and only the 20 silver dollars from Chen Zhengwei and the reward for killing those Chinese kept them going.

Moreover, Chen Zhengwei and others were also running for their lives, and no one thought that there would be an ambush here.

The subordinate turned and looked at Chen Yonglu.

Chen Yonglu lay on the ground, looking down, and whispered, "Everyone lie down! If anyone gets exposed, I will kill him!"

As time went on, more and more Cubans entered the valley, reaching tens of thousands.

Moreover, among these Cubans, there were more than a dozen people riding horses, and their clothes were different from others. They were obviously officers.

"Why the hell is there still a woman here?" Chen Yonglu muttered in a low voice.

The people riding on horses were Bartolome Masson and others. In order to capture Chen Zhengwei, these independent soldiers chased after him except for leaving some people to clean up the battlefield.

Bartolome Masson, the commander, and Miss Bavia, who wanted to kill Chen Zhengwei with her own hands for revenge, were also among them.

Bartolome Masson took two looks at the terrain and thought this was a great place for an ambush.

"Yumuri Valley, if someone sets an ambush here..." Bartolome Mason said softly, then smiled.

Obviously, this is impossible.

Even I have only been here once before.

There is no way the other party would know this place, let alone set up an ambush here.

The other party is now trying to escape and only regrets losing two legs.

Just as the tail end of the Cuban team entered the valley, three gunshots were heard at the entrance of the valley. Bartolome Mason was not even alert to this. There were enough gunshots that night, so many that it made people numb.

However, Chen Yonglu and others who were lying in ambush on the mountain knew that this was a signal that the other party had already entered.

"Open fire!" Chen Yonglu immediately took his submachine gun and fired downwards, and the machine gun next to him also began to roar.

The Cuban independence army, which was marching in the valley and chasing Chen Zhengwei and others, suddenly heard a burst of typewriter-like gunshots coming from the mountains on both sides, and was immediately frightened.

Bartolome Mason turned his head and looked at the mountains on both sides, only to see figures suddenly appearing on the mountains, and countless people were firing downwards.

The Cuban independence army, which was caught in the middle, fell down in large numbers.

"How is this possible? Where did they come from? Those people were clearly running for their lives up ahead..." Bartolome Masson's brain stopped for a moment, and then turned pale!
His whole body began to tremble, and his whole body was cold, as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe.

Looking at the hillsides on both sides and the gunmen hidden on the hills, as well as the uncovered roads in the valley.

A heart-wrenching roar:
"There's an ambush here!"

"Everyone fight back on the spot. Montero, charge out with your men!"

He never imagined that he and his companions, as hunters, were chasing prey but ended up falling into an ambush.

That Chinese man actually ambushed people here!

And judging from the firepower on the mountains on both sides, there are at least one or two thousand people. This is obviously not the group of people Chen Zhengwei had just assigned to ambush.

They had hidden here in advance.

The Cuban independence army suddenly fell into chaos, and those in the middle began to fight back on the spot. However, in this situation, whether they fought back or not, it would be a massacre.

In particular, the ten machine guns on the mountains on both sides tore the Cuban independence army in the valley into pieces as quickly as a meat grinder.

The part of the Cuban independence army at the rear of the team turned around and rushed to the rear.

However, a group of Chinese people appeared on both sides of the valley entrance, firing guns and quickly blocking the valley entrance.

Bartolome Masson jumped off his horse and lay on the side of the road, looking at the chaos around him, the Independence Army soldiers who were being harvested and fell to the ground, and the limbs that kept flying...

Everything that happened in the past few days flashed through his mind quickly, and he couldn't find anything unreasonable.

However, everything indicated that the other party had set a trap.

It was all a trap from the beginning.

The enemy’s 2000 men… the bloody battle last night, and Chen Zhengwei was also in that army… all of this was for the trap here.

The other party’s purpose... is to catch all of these people in one fell swoop!
After figuring it out, Bartolome Masson showed a miserable smile on his face and felt completely hopeless.

If Chen Zhengwei hadn't been in that team, if it hadn't been for the other team's performance along the way, if it hadn't been for the other team running out of ammunition, if it hadn't been for the bloody battle last night...

I wouldn't bring everyone here to chase them, and then fall into the enemy's trap without any vigilance.

It killed everyone.

Except for the few hundred people who stayed behind to clean up the battlefield in the morning, these are almost all the independent troops in the central and eastern parts now.

"What should we do, General? What should we do now?" Miss Bavia was also in a panic at this time. She lay on the ground and crawled to Bartolome Masson.

"It's over...it's all over..." Bartolome Masson laughed bitterly.

"Surrender!"

"What?" Miss Bavia's voice stopped abruptly. She had clearly beaten the American and made him flee in panic that morning, and she was confident of victory.

Why are you surrendering now?
"The rear is blocked, we can't get out! On both sides... we don't have the chance to rush forward!" Bartolome Masson pointed to the rear with a sad face, and intensive gunfire was coming from the rear.

The same is true for both sides.

"Front, let's rush forward!" Miss Bavia said resolutely.

"Have you forgotten who we are chasing after?" Bartolome Masson said miserably.

In fact, the moment the rear was attacked, the independent army in the front began to fall into chaos. Some people wanted to turn back to rescue, while others rushed forward.

However, it was only then that they discovered that some fallen trees in front had blocked the road, and the Chinese were behind the trees, using the fallen tree trunks as cover and aiming their guns at themselves.

Even though they couldn't hide the fatigue on their faces, some of them seemed to be shaky and would fall down at any second.

However, there is more murderous intent and hatred.

Chen Zhengwei was standing on a wooden box and pulled a machine gun from the side and mounted it on a tree trunk.

These are the supplies and ammunition placed here in advance.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!" Chen Zhengwei snapped his fingers with a ferocious look on his face.

……

When the battle here broke out, on the small hill where the bloody battle took place last night, hundreds of people were still cleaning up the battlefield and constantly carrying the corpses together.

However, at some point, there were more people around them.

Aaron looked at the Cubans who were carrying the corpses with ferocity in his eyes.

"Kill them all!"

……

In Santiago, a banquet is being prepared at the Betancourt family estate.

Not only the remnants of the family who are now gathered in San Diego...even the wealthy people in San Diego have received invitations.

Everyone was looking forward to the victory banquet in the evening.

At the port, a cargo ship slowly approached the shore.

Dapolan sat on the deck, looking at Santiago in front of him, and slowly lit a cigar.

In the cabin below him, groups of security company members in hunting suits were sitting on boxes or on the ground checking their guns and magazines.

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