In a nest on the Tukino Peak in the Maestra Mountains, Dong Ku burned the telegram, looked at the three hundred Huya warriors who followed, and ordered: "Divide into five groups according to the plan, follow the local guide to find the organization here, and within three days, take down all the towns west of Santiago and south of Bayamo!" ”

"Yes!"

The three hundred tiger-toothed warriors roared and then quietly dispersed, and in just a moment, there was no trace in the woods.

Dong Ku waited for the team members to disperse, he looked at the one hundred guards company and the fifth and sixth beside him, and ordered: "The fifth is to be thirty people to be in charge of Bayamo, and the sixth is to be thirty people to be in charge of Palma Soriano. ”

"Yes!"

No. 5 and No. 6 were ordered to leave.

Looking at the rest of the people, Dong Ku waved his hand and ran towards the jungle.

Zuo Boyang followed closely behind, pulling step by step with the No. 8 and No. 9 guards.

The weapons they carry are still semi-automatic, but the caliber is the M1 bullet here, that is, the American big eight 7.62 bullets, which are a batch of guns specially designed for coming to the United States, but the ammunition capacity is still ten rounds, but the caliber has changed.

Although there is a spring field here, the accuracy of that gun is far worse than that of semi-automatic, and there is no silencer, so it is not suitable for use as a sniper rifle. It's a pistol, the one-color M1911, that is, Browning. The reason for giving up the barge gun is that bullets are very important in the war, especially Dong Ku, who use war to feed the war, and the ammunition supplied must be obtained from the US military here, so in terms of equipment, except for the rifle that comes with its own and the caliber is the bullet here, the rest are equipped with the standard equipment of the US army, so as to facilitate the supply.

Dong Ku's target is Santiago, and he can't fight guerrilla here, and he wants to make a big noise. Not to mention whether the Cubans here can take advantage of the situation to stand up, it is necessary to defeat Cuba, this is the southern gate of the United States, they cannot leave it alone, they must put the greatest energy into it, otherwise there will be no war with Portugal. If it had been a few years later in World War II, Cuba would have become a state of the United States, just like Hawaii.

Dong Ku: They were the farthest away from the target of all the squads here, but they didn't attack first, so they weren't in a hurry when they were on their way.

Two days later, in the early hours of the morning, on the edge of the mountain forest. A team of more than 500 people lurked in the grass, staring at Parma in the distance. What they clutched tightly in their hands was no longer an old broken gun, but an N1 of all colors. They are all natives here, Cubans who were enslaved by Portugal and then by the United States.

There were also blacks among them, and they lived well in Africa, but they were transported here by freighter and reduced to slaves.

Right now. They pick up guns and fight for their freedom. To take back those sugar cane plantations, to take back those tobacco plantations. It was their land, it was their wealth, but it was forcibly seized by the foreign powers and enslaved them.

As early as half a year ago, recruitment training began here. They worked hard during the day and spent half a night at night working for five hours according to the strict training of the instructors. Until a month ago, they got their guns. Although it is a big cover, it gives them the courage to regain their land.

A day earlier, they had quickly swept through the surrounding plantations, killing all the colonists, the gardeners of all the countries.

Today, they're going to attack, and after taking here, they're going to attack Manzanillo and take that. They were full of blind worship for the mysterious warriors who supported them, they were only sixty men, but they were divided into three teams, leading two hundred, three hundred, and their team of five hundred, quietly conquered several locations, and even dozens of plantation guards and vicious dogs, and by the time they rushed into the plantation, they were all dead, they just plundered the wealth, changed their weapons, and did not even fire their guns, and occupied the luxurious residences of the plantation owners who usually they did not dare to pay much attention to.

Palma Heavy Trust is a small town with tens of thousands of people, and there are more than 200 American soldiers in it, which is the largest place in the vicinity.

In the darkness of the early morning, a dark shadow flashed by in the faint light, and if you didn't look closely, you thought it was the shaking of the leaves.

In the distance, two guards of the Dutch manor lord were holding their guns and faithfully guarding the gate. They can't trust those American GIs, and those American GIs don't have anyone to stand guard seriously except for having fun on women's bellies.

The two of them lasted for another two hours, and when it was dawn, they could change the guard, and then go back to sleep beautifully, go for a drink in the afternoon, and find a strong woman to fight for three hundred rounds, this is really a fairy-like life.

Just when the two of them were looking forward to the dawn to change shifts and rest, suddenly, a breeze blew behind the two of them, and before the two of them turned back, the two of them instantly became fat, Kabakaba made two sounds, and then separated and became thinner, in the dark, the two standing guards were put to the ground, and the guns and ammunition were unloaded, and the owners were changed.

At the moment when the two figures fell, in the whooshing wind, several figures disappeared in a flash, and then the closed barracks door was opened, and Shaoqing, the thick bloody breath swayed.

A dozen or so black shadows flickered rapidly in the darkness, silently entering and exiting every breathing room, and in just three or four minutes, the huge camp was quiet, only a thick bloody breath wafted.

In another place, the figure standing guard also had his neck broken by the ghost, followed by a few people quietly entering the interior, and then, the room that still had the remnants of spring was filled with bloody gas, and in just a few minutes, the residence where dozens of people were located was quiet.

Hank, the owner of the manor, did not know that the grim reaper had arrived, and he quietly hugged the little wild horse that had been trained, snoring like thunder. At the gate, two guards dozed in the breeze with guns in hand, not expecting them to never wake up again.

Two big dogs lay at their feet, one on the left and one on the right, and fell asleep with their heads arched into their stomachs. But their ears are close to the ground, and I believe that as long as the wind and grass move, they will jump up as soon as possible.

In the darkness dozens of meters away, several guns were pointed here, and with the help of the faint light next to them, the two big dogs and two people were locked.

Suddenly, the two big dogs raised their heads suddenly, their ears stunned, and they kept inciting, but they didn't make a sound, obviously well-trained.

That's when it happened. There were two pops, and the two dogs jerked backwards and fell to the ground, their limbs twitching, and the ground stabbed and rattled.

The protruding sound startled the two sleepy guards, who suddenly woke up before they could look up. The heads of the two men exploded with a bang, and the blood splattered everywhere in the darkness.

As the two were shot, several black shadows rushed towards them, and before the two of them fell to the ground, they were held up one after another.

Putting down the two corpses, the other two people on guard raised their hands and made a safe gesture, and then took the lead in touching the luxurious villa.

The other two followed, covering each other one after the other.

As their figures vanished, several figures reached for the houses next to them. It was the residence of the nursing home, and there were more than a dozen nursing homes in it, and the others were in the barracks, but they had fallen in a pool of blood by this time.

Hank was a soldier by training, although he was obsessed with women. But he was also a cautious man, especially now that the Americans had pilled him and taken away his two plantations on the hills. He didn't dare to be careless.

In his sleep, he was suddenly disturbed by the faint sound of the door opening. Then he fell asleep, rolled over, pulled one hand to the lamp, and the other under the pillow, not even seeing the situation in the room.

At the moment when he moved, the sound of two wind-breaking sounds sounded. Immediately after two thumps of metal into flesh, he jerked back his hand to the lamp, clutching his throat in an attempt to pull out the thing that was stopping him from breathing.

But the willow blade that cut through his carotid artery and cut diagonally into his trachea had already caused his hand to spew out a mist of blood the moment he withdrew it. The blood streak on his neck popped open, and as he covered his neck with his hand, blood sprayed out. Another throwing knife was nailed to the shoulder armor of his right hand, reaching the handle.

The Cuban beauty next to him was sleeping sweetly, and suddenly, she felt a burst of warmth in Chiguo's body, and in a daze, she reached out and touched it, muttered a word, and woke up.

Before she could put her hand down, a black shadow flashed, and then her neck was separated by a sharp blade, and in the gurgling bubbles that bubbled out of her trachea, poof, blood spurted violently.

Her hand that did not retract twitched, and in a short moment, she stopped struggling, fell weakly, and continued to fall into a deep sleep.

Hank had stopped struggling, staring blankly at the darkness ahead, his dilated pupils seeing nothing.

"Move fast!"

A subtle command sounded, and the figure in front of the knockdown chou withdrew the Rambo knife in his hand, pulled out two flying knives, rubbed them on the blanket, and quickly inserted the scabbard at his waist.

With the help of the faint light outside, the team members who followed in quickly rushed into the study in the dark, and the faint red light lit up inside.

After killing Hank, the two Huya team members rummaged through Hank's study quickly, putting away all the furnishings, including gold and jewelry. But the dollars didn't move, they were still there, even if they were bundles.

In less than ten minutes, Hank's luxurious villa was quiet, and several black shadows with backpacks quietly flashed out of the villa and went straight to the consulate. After taking it there, Parma was almost devoid of its armed power.

In the grass, the group of five hundred men was surprisingly quiet. They were waiting, waiting for the signal to come. They are confident that they will be able to take the town with ease.

Half an hour later, a red light flashed in the pre-dawn darkness, and three circles were drawn in succession, and then vanished.

"Be quiet, let's go!"

An English voice sounded, followed by a figure that sprang up quickly and rushed forward.

Seeing the red light, these people, who had been waiting for nearly an hour, were immediately excited, picked up their guns and quickly left the lurking position, chased the figure in front of them, and rushed towards Palma Chongtuo.

"A row of controlled access channels!"

"Second row west of the city!"

"Three rows of eastern districts!"

"The others come with me!!"

The man at the head stood on the side and whispered as he entered the Parma Trust.

A group of figures quickly pounced, rushing to the pre-assigned area, where they took control of the possible station. As for the phone, it has already been cut off, and the single light situation is under control, and the phone will be answered only after it is under control.

After a short silence of ten minutes, Parma was noisy as the doors were kicked open.

"Oh my God!"

"God ......"

These frightened voices continued to sound in the dim light of the sky. Those who were awakened in their sleep looked in horror at the people who broke into their homes with guns. They didn't know what was wrong with Lu Dao, and they didn't know if Lu Dao had been robbed by robbers, but they all screamed and didn't dare to breathe, so they stared at it with wide eyes, trembling and cowering in the corner.

As the situation came under control, fierce gunfire suddenly rang out. The natives were left unattended, but the foreigners were not spared, and at the first shot rang out, Palma Chongto was caught in the flames of war.

In the thumping gunshots, the British, the French, the guys who had been high up before all fell to the ground like dead dogs. Adults and children are not spared

The Huya warriors did not stop the killing, which Dong Ku allowed at his behest. Only when hatred is thoroughly inspired, the indigenous people here will fight for freedom. As for whether it was bloody, which of these plantation owners did not have blood on their hands? Which of the foreigners wandering here is not cunning and doing all kinds of evil deeds?

Although there will be uncontrollable trends in the later stage, this kind of bloodshed in the early stage is needed, and they need to be released from the oppression for a long time, and they need to see the vulnerability of the tyrannical colonizers and strengthen their belief in victory. (To be continued......)