The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 611 Massacre, Victory Reception

In the Yumuri Valley, countless gunshots rang out one after another.

The thugs hiding in the mountains would quickly replace the previous magazine with a new one and load the bullets out.

There were ambushes on the mountains on both sides of the valley, and the front and back ends were blocked, turning the valley into a huge meat grinder.

Tens of thousands of Cuban independence army soldiers were constantly torn to pieces in the valley.

There were corpses everywhere.

Some fell on the dirt road, some fell in the grass on both sides, some fell under the trees, and some were killed while charging towards the valley entrance.

In just ten minutes, the Cuban independence army, which had fought a bloody battle all night and chased for a whole day, collapsed.

"surrender!"

"We surrender!"

Some Cuban soldiers knelt on the ground, put down their weapons and raised their hands.

Some people also stripped the dirty clothes from the corpses and used them as white cloth to hold up the guns.

"They seem to be surrendering..."

"Leave no one behind!"

What greeted them afterwards was the same fierce gunfire and bullets.

Even the air seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

The pungent smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together and continued to spread.

The massacre lasted for more than an hour, and even when there was no living thing in sight, they continued to sweep with machine guns for a long time.

Chen Zhengwei put a cigar in his mouth and turned to look around. He saw that Wen Bingzhong and the others suddenly relaxed and slumped on the ground.

Before long, some people started snoring.

"Damn!" Chen Zhengwei felt that their training intensity was still too low.

However, after this battle, the fighting power and will of these men increased sharply.

Out of 1500 people, only 900 were left in the battle, but with these 900 people as the core, an elite force of 3000 people could be formed.

As we all know, elite troops who have fought in bloody battles and elite troops who have only trained in shooting are two completely different things.

Soon, Chen Yonglu led a dozen people and went around in a circle.

"Boss, are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm in trouble?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and glanced behind him, then said with a fierce look on his face:
"Take people to clean up the battlefield. There must be people pretending to be dead inside! Shoot them all into sieves! No need to save bullets!"

Chen Zhengwei ordered.

Soon, people from both sides of the mountain came down from the hillside and cleaned up the battlefield separately.

Although the gunfire was not as frequent as before, it still did not stop for a moment.

I don't know if he's dead or not, let's call him first and see.

When he saw a pile of corpses, he would first shoot a burst of bullets and then go forward to check.

This is not the time of the American Civil War, when even bullets had to be used sparingly.

After this year, San Francisco has a lot of bullets in stock.

A Cuban youth was shivering and hiding under a corpse. The sound of gunfire not far away made his face pale and his eyes full of fear.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you..."

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you!"

Especially when he heard footsteps not far away, just when he didn't know whether he should do something, several gunshots rang out. The young man felt severe pain in his legs, but he endured it and didn't scream.

But his thighs twitched subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes in fear and took a peek, he saw a Chinese man in hunting clothes and a helmet looking at him with a teasing look.

The gun was also pointed at his head.

"no, do not want……"

Da da da!
Not long after, the thugs dragged a man to Chen Zhengwei, and the man kept struggling.

"Boss, this person seems to be very important! We were watching her on the mountain just now, and she was riding a horse!"

Then he added:
"It's a woman!"

After learning that this was a trap, Commander Bartolome Masson knew that he and his men had no chance of escaping, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

God did not let him down.

Not long after, he was hit by a machine gun bullet at the junction of his neck and shoulder, leaving only half of his neck.

Miss Bavia crawled into the pile of corpses, but although she was wearing men's clothes, she had long women's hair, which made her very conspicuous.

He was pulled out directly from the pile of corpses.

At this time, Miss Bavia was dragged in front of Chen Zhengwei by her hair. Miss Bavia looked up at the tall man, whose face was full of indifference and ferocity.

This is the person. She is the only one left in her family.

Chen Zhengwei looked at the other person and found that she was indeed a woman of Spanish descent, with a rather tough appearance, and should be around twenty years old.

"Let her go!"

After the henchman let go of her hand, Miss Bavia got up from the ground, brushed off the dust, and then looked at Chen Zhengwei with eyes full of hatred and a hint of fear.

Before she could say anything, Chen Zhengwei suddenly kicked her out.

boom!
Miss Bavia was kicked five or six meters away and hit a tree, with all her bones breaking.

Miss Bavia fell to the ground, blood flowing out of her mouth, but the pain from broken bones all over her body made her unable to utter a word.

The mahogany tree she hit dropped countless fallen leaves, covering her.

"Leave her here to feed the wolves!" Chen Zhengwei threw down a sentence and ignored it.

"Send a telegram to Aaron and the ship to inform them of the situation."

……

While we were cleaning the battlefield here, Aaron was also cleaning the battlefield.

Those Cuban independence army soldiers who were left behind to clean up the bodies, as well as more than a thousand wounded soldiers, also experienced a massacre.

When Aaron appeared with his men, they could hardly believe their eyes.

Then, without much effort, they were all killed.

Then Aaron ordered people to set up machine guns at several key locations.

He didn't come here to clean up the battlefield, but to intercept the escaped fish that ran back from the northwest.

Aaron then had someone turn on the wireless telegraph machine, and two people took turns using the joystick to generate power, ready to receive messages from the north at any time.

Soon, the news came back: "The battle in the north is over! The independence army has been completely wiped out!"

"This thing is more useful than a gun!" Aaron patted the wireless telegraph machine. With this thing, it would be very convenient to fight outside.

"Leave a few dozen people here to see if there are any fish that slip through the net!"

"The rest of you go back and clean up the battlefield, find our bodies, burn them into ashes and bring them back!"

"We must bring them back home, like fallen leaves returning to their roots!"

"When the time comes, we'll build a big grave and bury them all in it. It will be lively! And burn more paper and women for them!" Aaron returned to the hill, where there was the smell of blood and broken limbs everywhere.

Aaron sat on a broken carriage frame, took out a cigar and lit it. After smoking for a while, he suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh and said, "Those Americans built a lot of monuments to commemorate those who died on the battlefield.

We will also build a monument later! Let them eat incense! This is good, the incense can be eaten for a long time!"

Although I didn't see the battle last night with my own eyes, just looking at the battlefield here, I know how fierce the battle was last night.

The crowd lit torches and did not clear out the bodies of their own people until nearly midnight.

Then he gathered wood and started a fire.

Huge flames shot straight into the air, illuminating a large area.

In the jungle, a dozen Cubans who were fleeing for their lives suddenly showed joy when they saw the flames in the distance, and their fatigue and fear were reduced a little.

"It's where we started this morning, and there are still some of our people there!"

They fell behind halfway, and when they finally reached the entrance of the valley, they found that the place had become a meat grinder.

Those Chinese blocked the entrance to the valley and carried out the massacre.

Although I didn't see what happened inside with my own eyes, the sound of the gunshot said it all.

After waiting in the woods for an hour and confirming that the main force was finished, these people went into the woods to escape.

After walking here with one foot deep and one foot shallow, these people were already exhausted. However, after seeing the fire, they suddenly felt strong again.

However, as they ran out of the woods, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the darkness.

The bullets instantly riddled the Cubans with holes, and they fell to the ground like broken sacks.

……

Santiago, the Hacienda of Betancorte.

The banquet was held on the lawn of the manor. The servants of the manor were busy placing delicious food on the long table covered with a white tablecloth.

Several huge bonfires illuminated the lawn like daylight, and the light and shadow of the flames kept dancing on everyone's face.

A band was playing melodious and cheerful music not far from a long table.

Delicious food, drinks, tobacco, and cheerful music make every guest here immersed in a happy atmosphere.

Especially the victory on the front line.

The Chinese man has reached the end of his rope and can avenge all his family members.

More importantly, they were safe.

"Diaz, welcome." Carmen Betancourt greeted a man who had just got off a carriage and was walking towards them.

"Good evening, ma'am!"

"This is a great day for us all!" The curly-haired man in his early thirties, called Dias, smiled and then chatted with Carmen Betancourt:
"Is there any more news now?"

"Be patient, Diaz. The Chinese man has nowhere to go. He can't escape in the mountains of Cuba!" Carmen Betancourt said with a smile:

"There's no way to send a telegram in the mountains, so we won't get the news that the Chinese man is dead or captured until tomorrow morning or noon."

"Tonight, you should relax and enjoy the fun here."

"Yes, I know. Only when that Chinese man dies can I completely relax!" Diaz laughed.

Soon, Diaz and his wife walked out to the lawn and started chatting with others.

After all the guests on the list arrived, Carmen Betancourt came to the lawn, picked up her glass and said to everyone: "These days, we have all experienced the darkest moment!"

"Each of us has experienced sadness, grief, and anxiety... It's not easy."

"But the darkness will eventually pass!"

"Victory finally belongs to us!"

"Let's toast to victory!"

The other guests picked up their glasses and gestured to Carmen Betancourt with a smile.

Before the banquet began, Great Poland got off the ship and stood beside the dock.

"Everyone is attending the banquet at the Betancourt family's estate tonight!" One of the five or six Cuban men standing next to Greater Poland spoke.

"They said...it was a victory party!"

"Victory reception?" Great Poland grinned, his smile tinged with sarcasm.

"Although the boss is not here, I can attend the party in his place! I hope they won't be too surprised."

"Mr. Chen...are you okay?" The other mixed-race man's eyes flickered.

They were Juan's men and had heard some news in the city, so they wanted to inquire with Greater Poland.

"Even the US government can't win... Do you think a group of natives here can beat my boss?" Greater Poland looked at several people deeply.

Several Cuban and black mixed-race people forced smiles upon hearing this: "Of course, we believe Mr. Chen! It's just that some rumors are circulating outside..."

"Now all the independence army is dead... all... dead! Do the remnants of those families still think they have a chance to win? Even the American government doesn't dare to think like them." The smile on Greater Poland's face was full of sarcasm.

If he wasn't afraid that Juan might cause trouble and affect tonight's operations, he wouldn't have mentioned this at all.

But now, he needed to give Juan peace of mind.

Chen Zhengwei set a trap, using himself and 1500 people as bait to lure the Cubans into the trap.

The casualties from the battles over the past few days, plus the bloody battle last night, and the final trap.

More than 20,000 independence soldiers were massacred.

The independence forces in central and eastern Cuba were almost wiped out in one fell swoop.

After that, these people will not be able to cause any trouble.

"As long as we kill the remnants of those families tonight, central and eastern Cuba will be clean."

While Great Poland was talking to the two men, teams of soldiers from a security company came down from the boat and stood on one side. Each of them was wearing a hunting suit, a helmet, and carried a submachine gun.

A group of people stood in silence on the dock at night. A murderous atmosphere made Juan's two men shiver all over.

There are a total of six hundred people, enough to massacre the entire Santiago.

The Betancourt family banquet brought everyone together, saving Greater Poland a lot of trouble.

"Let's go!" Greater Poland got on the carriage that the other party had found and headed straight for the manor of the Betancourt family.

The location of the manor is not far from the pier, so the people brought by Greater Poland do not need to hide their whereabouts.

Some local people who were returning home late saw this group of people walking on the street and were so scared that they hid quickly.

Seeing the brightly lit manor from afar, Dapolan stretched his hand out of the window and gestured.

Immediately, a group of people were separated and surrounded the manor.

Dapolon smoked a cigarette and waited for a moment before signaling the carriage to move on.

When the guard of the Betancourt family estate saw the carriage coming in, he immediately stepped forward to ask questions. However, before he could open his mouth, he saw some people following the carriage with guns pointed at him.

"There is an enemy..."

Da da da!
The sound of gunfire instantly pierced the darkness.

On the lawn in the distance, most people did not notice the gunshots because the sound of the band's music covered them.

Only a few people noticed and looked towards the gate in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)