But before he could reach the entrance to the southeast of the Mexican garrison, an explosion was heard behind him.

At first these people did not know what was happening. I just know that something exploded, and as for what exactly blew up and what caused the explosion at all. It wasn't until after four or five explosions in a row that shouts came.

"Shelling! Shelling! One shouted: "Guerrillas... Guerilla... The man's shouts didn't last long before an explosion ceased. The people who had just left the intersection were stunned for a moment after hiding in the woods, but they didn't seem to think of any way to fight back, but many of them ran in the direction of the Mexican station, and others ran towards the woods or along the road that led to the southeast gate. Anyway, it's a scene of scattered flights.

After almost three or four minutes of shelling, the explosions stopped. However, before the surviving people at the intersection could recover from the shelling just now, a dozen figures quickly rushed out from the direction where the guerrillas had left. A barrage of gunfire followed.

Pitt and Colin, who were hiding in the woods to the north, couldn't help but feel a little sad as they looked at the mess that had been thrown into disarray. Colin looked at it and said, "They really fought on their own. ”

"And it should still be intense. I think these people are going to be finished soon. Pete looked at Colin and said, "You have to tell John everything that's going on here." Keep them prepared. ”

Colin immediately nodded and said, "Then you are staring here." I'll get in touch. As soon as he finished speaking, two shells whizzed down into the Mexican station.

The explosion made the already chaotic people even more panicked. They were not well organized, and they had never seen the shelling, so at this moment there was absolutely no discipline and no way. However, there were shouts from time to time, as if they wanted to organize everyone in order to deal with the upcoming attack, but there were obviously not many people responding, and more importantly, after a while, more shells flew in from the night sky on the east side one after another.

"Hidden! Hide! Some people shouted, while many more shouted, "Run!" Come on! Get out of here. Or, "The guerrillas are coming!" Here they are! Or, "Help, save people!" "And after seeing the successive casualties, someone really started running. The desire to survive has restored some of their brains to a certain ability to think, but they are still thinking about running away instead of resisting.

Someone quickly ran towards the door on the other side of the Mexican quarters, the door on the west side, and the first, second, and third followed. Then everybody got moving, and they all moved that way.

It's just that the cannonball that came from it seemed to have eyes at this moment, and it also extended in a similar direction. The men who had just run out were directly in the center of the shelling, and disappeared in the blink of an eye in a continuous burst of explosions.

The shelling lasted longer, and the shells were more dense than before. After blasting the Mexicans' garrison back and forth almost like a plough, the gunfire rang out again, and was rapidly heading north into the garrison.

At this point, Colin ended his correspondence with John and returned to his previous position. After glancing at the situation in the station, he turned to Pete and said, "Mr. John, they are out of the city. He said that the guerrillas in the city were no longer a threat and that they were coming here with men and mortars. I think it should have been behind the partisans by now. ”

Pete looked at the Colombians who were trying to organize their men inside the station, and from these states, he knew that they would not have a chance to block the attack of these people outside, that is, the guerrillas. Not only are they chaotic now, but many people can see that they have no intention of resisting at all, and they are more interested in finding a reliable place to get out of here.

"They won't last long, and now while they are fighting in full swing, the guerrillas will attack with all their might, and the effect will be very good." Pete said as he slowly adjusted his position so that his injured leg could be more comfortable.

Colin looked at Pete's injured leg and continued to look inside the station, and after looking at the gate where the battle had begun, he whispered, "Mr. John must think so, too." We can rest assured that the attacks will begin soon. ”

As he spoke, there was a sudden explosion at the southeast gate of the station, followed by a burst of heavy fire. The men, who had just been organized to fend off the guerrillas, were quickly defeated, some of them running into the wooden houses that had been dilapidated by the shelling, while others retreated in a panic in the direction of Pete and his wife.

However, there was not much time left for these Colombians, and soon the guerrillas attacked. More and more bullets entered the garrison from near the gates, and several people who were retreating in succession.

Seeing that people were being hit in succession, some of these Colombians stopped and began to resist, shouting as if asking others to shoot back. But in a few moments, the shouting fellows were hit and fell down. The fall of these people seemed to shatter the last vestige of confidence of those who tried to resist, and in an instant everyone began to run backwards, throwing their backs and buttocks directly to the pursuing guerrillas.

Seeing such a scene, the guerrillas outside the station naturally sped up and approached the door, seeing that they were about to come in. Pete looked at the Colombians who were getting closer and closer, and raised the muzzle of his gun to prepare for the shot, and whispered, "We can't let them come, if they come out of the two holes we cut, we'll have to shoot." No, as soon as they find the hole, we're going to shoot. ”

"Understood." Colin agreed, and then picked up his gun and aimed it at the running figures in the barbed wire.

The guerrillas were very open to the garrison, and they appeared to be extremely confident in dealing with these people. After taking the gate, they immediately divided their troops to the west, as if to surround the people here. And here at the junction, Perez was holding a pistol in one hand and recharging the guns one after another at the surviving rabble captives or wounded.