Sergio González, lieutenant by rank, was a very ordinary Spanish officer.

His men numbered more than a hundred and were stationed in the town of Songa.

It is located between two large southern strongholds, Santiago and Guantanamo.

The lieutenant's fortress was located next to the town.

He was very confident in his fortifications, and the walls were made of stone and unusually strong.

Two brand-new heavy machine guns mounted on it.

In these years, it is not easy to get one heavy machine gun, but it has something to do with the superiors to get two and the corresponding bullets.

These were more than enough to deal with the ragged Cuban rebels.

The supplies in the fortifications were also sufficient, enough for his 100 men to use for a long time.

Although Cuba was horribly poor after famine and war, the Spaniards were able to scrape a piece of meat from a mosquito's leg.

There are many such fortifications between Santiago and Guantanamo, and basically all the larger towns will be built.

The main purpose of such a fortress is to prevent the fall of one of Santiago and Guantanamo, and the enemy will not immediately kill all the way to the other side and form a siege of the city.

Although the Cuban rebels, especially the Chinese, had taken over most of the countryside, there was never a good way to take the towns and such forts.

They didn't have enough weapons to break through the walls, and if they stormed, they would kill a lot of people.

This is not in line with the strategic guidelines that Chen Jianqiu has set for them.

Gonzalez spent his days watching wild dogs barking their teeth in the fields outside the fort, and he went back to where he lived to paint.

This is the only way he can dispel his homesickness.

He's been here for almost three years.

From the beginning of the second independence movement in Cuba in 1895, the lieutenant was sent over.

His hands were stained with the blood of Cubans.

At first, Gonzalez thought that the Governor's methods were cruel, but he soon got used to it.

In his paintings, he prefers to use red.

At this time, the lieutenant, as usual, set up an easel on the city wall and began to copy the scenery in the distance.

Cuba is a small island nation, but it has a wide variety of landscapes, from swamps and rainforests to mountains and savannahs.

It's beautiful, but it's not the same as the Iberian Peninsula after all.

The lieutenant dragged the palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, scribbling on the canvas while listening to the latest news from the soldiers.

"Sir, our government has declared war on the Americans." The soldier said.

"What did we announce first?" The paintbrush in the lieutenant's hand paused, "When?" ”

"Four days ago." The soldier replied, "The U.S. government passed the Taylor Act, which unilaterally declared Cuban independence and demanded that we withdraw from Cuba, so the U.S. government decided to declare war on the United States. ”

"Americans are really funny, they like to force others to declare war first." The lieutenant snorted.

The brush in his hand began to continue.

From the moment the Maine sank, the lieutenant knew that there would be a war between the United States and Spain, and it was only a matter of time.

He now somewhat admired his foresight and stored enough supplies in the fort, including water and food.

If those Yankees dare to come, they will definitely clean them up.

"What else is there to say?" Lieutenant Gonzalez continued.

"Another thing, our scouts found some new Chinese troops nearby, they were dressed differently from the previous rebels, and their uniforms were uniform." The soldier continued.

"New Chinese troops? Are you sure it wasn't the damn guerrillas who got the new clothes? ”

The lieutenant said, still staring at his painting.

The soldier did not dare to squeak.

They also didn't know where these Chinese soldiers came from.

The reconnaissance troops did not dare to get too close, so they could only take a general look.

"After changing their skins, these people are still guerrillas, and they still can't do anything about us." Lieutenant Gonzalez straightened up.

"You all pay attention to me, if they dare to attack, I will let them be strewn with corpses!"

He straightened up, dipped his pen in a little red paint, and smeared a brush on his painted canvas.

On the second and third days, the lieutenant climbed the city walls to finish his paintings.

It's not that he has a big heart, but that there are no Chinese soldiers in his field of vision.

Outside the fortress of Songo, there is not a flat river, but a rolling hill.

It is overgrown with weeds and wild dogs.

"Have the mud legs withdrawn?" The lieutenant asked the soldier behind him.

"No, there seem to be more and more people, just behind those trees." The soldier pointed to a dense jungle not far away.

"Didn't they do anything at all?" Lieutenant Gonzalez touched his chin.

Some people will have a trait called a crow's mouth.

The lieutenant seems to fall into this category.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black man suddenly poured out of the jungle.

The men were moving very fast and pressed towards the walls.

"Enemy attack! Man your posts! Hit it again when you get closer! ”

The lieutenant gave the order unhurriedly.

In his opinion, although there were a lot of mud legs in front of him, they definitely did not pose a threat to the fortress under his feet.

He planned to wait for these people to approach a distance of about 500 meters, and then use the advantage of the range of the Mauser rifle in his hand to kill them.

But these troops who pressed forward suddenly stopped at a distance of about 800 meters.

The lieutenant couldn't see what they were doing with the naked eye, so he raised the telescope in his hand.

Most of the people on the other side were indeed Chinese, and they were also dressed in uniform uniforms.

But they were scattered in formation, two or three in a bunch.

The soldiers nonchalantly raised their guns and fired them in their own direction.

The gunfire was uneven and scattered.

The lieutenant hid behind the bunker.

He could hear the bullets whizzing by, but they were far away.

Most of the bullets hit the wall or flew somewhere.

The lieutenant scoffed.

Sure enough, it was a rabble.

"Fight back! Shoot me back! He commanded the soldiers behind him.

"But our effective range is not as far as theirs." The soldier muttered.

"Then bring our two heavy machine guns over, and I'm going to make these mud-legged people understand what the shock of the new era is!"

Lieutenant Gonzalez gave the order.

But by the time his men lifted the machine guns over and set them up, the Chinese infantry on the opposite side had already withdrawn.

The Spaniards counted three from stray bullets, two were fine, and the skin was wounded.

Only one unlucky guy was a little more miserable, was shot in the chest, and was carried back to lie down.

"Sir, are they testing the fire?" The soldier looked at the empty battle line in front of him, full of suspicion.

"It's all a bunch of bad seeds, and they don't even have the courage to move forward." The lieutenant shrugged off and turned towards the steps of the city wall.

And in the clearing, behind the jungle in the distance, Chen Jianqiu had already returned to the camp with his soldiers.

"Boss, let's just let go of the gun and we're done?" Li Sifu asked inexplicably.

"Well, today's mission is done, and tomorrow it will continue." Chen Jianqiu said casually as he walked towards the tent.

"Oh." Li Sifu nodded in agreement.

Although he didn't understand the purpose of the boss, after following Chen Jianqiu for so many years, he understood a truth.

Listen to the boss and you're done.

In the next few days, Li Sifu would take people to Songge to shoot for a while, but they were basically from a relatively safe distance.

Lieutenant Gonzalez began to go up the city wall to take a look, but he was reluctant to go out of the door at all.

"If you love to fight back, fight back." The lieutenant said to his soldiers.

However, he didn't know that the real danger was coming from behind.