Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Decisive Battle: Epilogue (4)
Since the tentative agreement with the Spaniards on 28 July, there has been a strange silence between the two sides, with the East Coast controlling the land and the Spaniards dominating the sea. The main fleet of the Spaniards was still cruising the open sea from Rocha to the Big Fish River, and the six warships were divided into two groups, with the "Cadiz Rocks" and the "Countess Alfonso" as the flagships. Two groups of warships patrolled in shifts, one at the port of Buenos Aires to rest, and the other faithfully carried out the patrol and blockade tasks. After all, the parties have not yet concluded a formal peace treaty.
Post-war reconstruction is proceeding in an orderly manner. More than 700 Spanish prisoners of war were whipped up before dawn by the Interior Ministry police, and then braved the snow to work at various construction sites. After more than a week, several frail Spaniards died of exhaustion on the construction site. By 28 July, the Spanish prisoners had repaired more than 800 houses, drilled 10 wells, built 1,000 metres of aqueducts, and dug three cisterns.
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Winters in Buenos Aires are warm, and even during this cold era, she maintained temperatures above zero most of the time.
Salvador Angel Bravo pulled back the curtains, and a large mist of water condensed on the inner walls of the lavishly decorated glass windows. The room is warm like spring, and the charcoal burning in the fireplace adds enough heat to the room. Dressed in his pajamas and stepping on a floppy Turkish carpet, Salvador walked barefoot to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine. This wine from the vineyards of Asunción is slightly inferior to the local and French wines, but it has a different flavor that adds a touch of color to the Salvadoran evening.
Baron Salvador Bravo shook the bell on the wall, and soon his personal servant and private secretary walked in.
"Gilberto, how's that guy?" Baron Bravo sipped the red liquid in his cup and said slowly.
"It's in good condition." Gilberto smiled, "Both the merchants from Santa Fe and the local people are very rich, especially Manuel Ignacio Rodríguez, who runs the ranch, who gave us thirty horses at a time. ”
Baron Bravo chuckled, played with the glass in his hand, and said, "This is a ridiculous and strange war. From Buenos Aires and Santa Fe to Asunción and Chalcas, almost all the natives were looking forward to the defeat of the kingdom in order to satisfy their growing greedy desires. What a surprise, Ha Luha, now their wish has been granted. The kingdom was defeated, losing nearly 2,000 soldiers and several warships, and even the upright Viscount Fernández was inspired by the lord, all of which made these people's money bags. ”
"It was the departure of Viscount Fernández that made room for you as Commander-in-Chief. One way or another, the Tatars won the war. The gloomy colonial legions were no match for them, and they had the right to claim their share of the cake. Gilberto continued, "Colonia, a trading town with the Tatars, will bring no less than 200,000 pesos a year. Believe me, Lord Baron, the Tatars will not be honest enough to trade with only 500 tons of supplies per year. And they themselves have a great demand for the products of La Plata, and the profits are amazing! ”
Salvatore smiled and poured the remaining wine from his glass into his mouth, closing his eyes and savoring it. "Well, let's sign this peace treaty. Hurrying from Lima to deal with the mess, I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing. As for the heartbroken Madame Valerie left behind by the death of Viscount Fernández, I will compensate her 'well' when I return to Lima. ”
Gilberto laughed knowingly. Then he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly said: "Before leaving Lima, His Excellency Inspector General Romero mentioned a young army captain who served in the La Plata area, Juan Cruz Torres, who is the youngest son of the Count of Torres, and the Count's influence in the affairs of the West Indies cannot be underestimated......"
Salvador struggled to remember for a long time before he remembered who Torres was.
"Poor young man." Salvatore sighed and said, "He looks completely devastated." With his shoulders bent, his breath down, and his unresponsiveness, he must have fallen for the sorcery of the Tatars, what a wretched child. More than two years ago he was the darling of the ladies of the Salon de Valladolid and Madrid, but now he is a wretched man who has been tricked by fate. Fortunately he had a father who loved him dearly, well, Captain Torres had fought faithfully and stubbornly to the last moment in the battle against the Tatars, and perhaps the rank of major was a fitting compliment for him. Of course, there is always a price to be paid for this lost war, and Major Antonio Carlos is also notoriously cautious and hesitant in Lima, and such an important position as Superintendent de La Plata is not suitable for him. Oh, and, I almost forgot. My deputy, the Commander of the Task Force Fleet, the descendant of that lowly pig herder, commanded the entire campaign, but his stupidity and ignorance proved to be his responsibility. Am I right, Gilberto? ”
"You are the new Viceroy Plenipotentiary, Commander-in-Chief of the Task Force (1), and now your will is the will of La Plata." Gilberto complimented.
Salvador got dressed with the help of Gilberto and casually asked: "What are the conditions of the Tatars?" I mean trade other than trade, damn it, that pig herder descendant hasn't even shown me the original document even once! ”
"The Tatars made a lot of territorial claims." Gilberto brought Baron Bravo a top hat and said, "But they are all wild and uninhabited places, and there may be some Jesuit missionaries who have set up missions there, but there are not many of them. Neither the kingdom nor Brazilians are interested there for the time being. ”
"It's Jesus again! Damn it! Baron Bravo put on a polite and slightly annoyed saying, "These guys are always messing with me in the Chilean region. My ranch is so short of manpower that these Jesuit missionaries still consider the lowly Araukans to be the freedmen of the kingdom, the sheep of the Lord, and do not allow my faithful servants to capture them. Absurd! Ridiculous! Civilized people are the protagonists of this world, and these lowly Araucan barbarians are only worthy of us as slaves. Well, let's not talk about these bad things, and throw all those lands to the Tatars! Let them teach the Jesuit missionaries! Gilberto, join me for breakfast, La Plata's deep-sea cod is quite famous. You know, you can't eat such fresh cod in summer and autumn, and it's only at this time that we can taste the food. ”
"It is a great honor, Your Excellency." Gilberto bowed.
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August 10th. After more than 10 days of waiting, Baron Salvador Angel Bravo, the new commander-in-chief of the Spanish task force and the special envoy plenipotentiary of the Peruvian Governor-General, arrived in Puerto Rocha aboard the battleship "Countess Alfonso" from Lima via Chalcas, Asunción and Santa Fe to Buenos Aires.
The Peruvian governor's envoy had departed from Lima in mid-July, when news of the disappearance of Viscount Fernández, who had arrived in Lima aboard the battleship "Toledo Fanatician". Somewhat uneasy, the governor of Gutiérrez decided to send his trusted Salvador to La Plata to take the place of the hapless Viscount Fernández. Baron Salvador Bravo set out from Lima and his entourage with a large number of horses and hurried all the way to the city of Buenos Aires in early August.
The rest of the story is clear to everyone, and Baron Bravo, who has arrived in the dust, suddenly finds himself with nothing to do but sign a peace treaty with the Tatars.
Of course, his faithful servant, Gilberto, soon found something new for him to do. The local merchants privately united in asking the Viceroy's envoy, Baron Bravo, to sign a peace treaty with the Tatars as soon as possible, ending the present state of war between the two sides, and opening trade between the two sides as soon as possible. To this end, Álvaro, the son of Manuel Ignacio Rodríguez, a local merchant and leader of the landowners and a member of the municipal council of Buenos Aires, presented a large gift on behalf of the local merchants and promised to give the Baron a share of the trade income generated by the future trading town of Colonia.
The Baron, of course, was crushed by the sugar-coated cannonballs, and he readily agreed with the merchants. So, on the very day of August 10, he arrived at the port of Rocha on a battleship. At the same time, Gao Mo, the foreign minister and chief negotiator of the East Coast Republic of China, who had come by appointment, also arrived at Luoqia Port under the escort of two platoons of cavalry.
Twelve o'clock sharp. Gaulmo boarded the battleship Countess Alfonso in a transport boat, and then signed a peace treaty with Baron Salvador Angel Bravo, the special envoy of the Peruvian Viceroy and Plenipotentiary, in the captain's cabin of the ship's lavishly decorated stern.
The peace treaty, known as the Peace of Racha, was made in duplicate and was kept by both sides without witnesses. At this point, the Kingdom of Spain and the Republic of China on the East Coast of China finally ended the state of war after a difficult period of 5 months and 21 days.
The morning after the signing of the peace treaty, all the Spanish warships withdrew from the Dayu River to the line from Locha and returned to Buenos Aires. At noon, the soldiers of the first platoon of the cavalry battalion entered the improvised pier of Rocha Harbor and raised the American Vulture Army flag at the pier, officially declaring sovereignty.
(1) The Spanish fleet generally had a fleet commander-in-chief and a fleet commander. The Commander-in-Chief commands the entire fleet and the Army soldiers on board and is the Commander-in-Chief. The commander of the fleet, in general, was only the commander of all warships, the deputy of the commander-in-chief.
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