Chapter 88: The Bigger the Fist, the More the Right
On the grassland, thousands of horses are galloping and chariots are running rampant .
There were sounds of gunfire and explosions, smoke filled the air, people were shouting, horses were neighing, and blood was flowing like a river.
Corpses were scattered across the grassland and ownerless horses were running wild on it.
Major Matolo didn't care about all this.
His eyes were fixed only on the chariot that was driving them like cattle, and on the red "eagle" flag.
The red "Golden Eagle" flag.
Are they really Chilean?
The reason he had this idea was because there was a "South American condor" on the national emblem of Chile.
Matolo mistook the "Suzaku" on the flag for the "South American Condor".
But no matter what, one thing is certain: he was scared.
As the four-drawn chariots rushed towards him, he retreated.
When bullets came from the chariot, he fled.
Faced with the approaching enemy, he surrendered.
"Surrender, fortunately, the Chileans... well, they are also civilized people!"
As Matolo surrendered, the remaining gaucho cavalry raised their hands and jumped off their horses.
Surrender!
Finally, the thundering sound of thousands of horses galloping on the grassland stopped.
The galloping chariot stopped, and looking at the dusty faces on the chariot, Matolo was shocked.
"You, are not Chilean? Who are you?"
How come they are all... barbarians!
But if they were barbarians, why were they wearing the same uniforms?
Looking at Matoro who was escorted here, although he was a little confused that he did not die on the battlefield as in the simulator, Zhu Xianhai still sneered in his heart.
"You have come to this day too!"
"What?"
Major Matolo looked at the Indian in confusion. Did he know him?
Looking at their somewhat strange uniforms, he still held on to a glimmer of hope.
"Sir, I think we should end this in a civilized way."
After saying that, he stood at attention, straightened his military uniform, and then respectfully took off his sword.
"Sir, I am Major Matolo José of the Buenos Aires Provincial Army. Here is my command sword. Please allow me to surrender to you."
Looking at Major Matolo holding out his command knife with both hands, Zhu Xianhai frowned and asked in confusion.
"You... you said you were from the Buenos Aires Provincial Army,"
Then he turned his gaze to the gauchos and spoke in a puzzled tone.
"Are you all from the Buenos Aires Provincial Army?"
"Well?"
The other party's question made a bunch of question marks pop up in Matolo's mind.
"Sir, you, what do you mean?!"
“Aren’t you… Mapuche?”
Zhu Xianhai asked back.
"What!"
Matoro's eyes widened.
"First, sir, what are you talking about? I, of course I am not a Mapuche. I am a major in the provincial army. I have been leading troops to fight against the Mapuche all the way. How can I be a Mapuche? Sir, look at my appearance..."
Matolo had countless questions in his mind and was completely confused.
This seems a little strange. How could they think they were Mapuche? In terms of appearance, you look more like Mapuche!
"Ah...you really are the provincial army!"
Zhu Xianhai looked at the gauchos.
"They look like Mapuche people, Major. I said... this is a misunderstanding. Do you believe it?"
Misunderstand!
Matolo was dumbfounded. He looked at the corpses all over the ground and felt mixed emotions.
You misunderstood my sister!
Almost all five hundred gaucho cavalrymen died at your hands. Now, you are talking about misunderstanding? Is there such a misunderstanding?
"I...I believe it!"
Looking at Matolo's expression as if his father had died, Zhu Xianhai felt proud in his heart.
What does it mean that the bigger the fist, the right is right?
This is!
Misunderstanding, do you believe me if I say this is a misunderstanding?
Believe it or not? It's up to you.
Matolo didn't know whether others would believe it or not, but he was willing to believe it, not only because he wanted to live, but more importantly because he wanted to keep his position.
Perhaps given the current situation, it is impossible for him to add one or two stars to his military rank, but this does not prevent him from surviving. As for whether it is a real misunderstanding or not, does it matter?
It doesn't matter at all.
As long as you can survive, everything is possible.
"Sir, who are you?"
Matolo wondered.
“I’m the owner of America Company, Steven Chu!”
Zhu Xianhai said.
"My company has established a settlement here. A few months ago, we were attacked by the Mapuche. When we learned that the Mapuche were passing through here, I came here immediately. Then, well, I'm sorry for what happened. I can only say that anything can happen on the battlefield. What do you think, Major?"
What can I say?
Matolo responded bitterly.
"Yes, God bless you, it was just a misunderstanding."
Thank God, I survived.
Looking at Matolo's expression, at that moment, Zhu Xianhai finally let it go and finally made peace with that "The Sims".
God knows, this guy is the murderer who "killed" himself.
Today, I finally got my revenge!
As for why this guy should be kept alive, it is because he is more useful alive. Although this guy is just a flatterer, he is deeply trusted by Mitre, and he will definitely do something for his own benefit.
Some of these things are extremely beneficial to Nanhua.
Sometimes, exposing yourself to the sun is not a bad thing. Besides, in the current situation, he has no choice. Even if he kills Matolo, those fleeing gauchos will expose their existence to the world.
Then what?
In the next few months, Nanhua was fully revealed to the world. Although it took some twists and turns in the simulator, the results were good, even far beyond his expectations.
"Yes, the misunderstanding has been cleared up. Now, we have one more thing to do."
Zhu Xianhai said with a smile.
"Major, since the misunderstanding has already occurred, the only thing left is to clear it up. Hmm..."
After thinking about it, Zhu Xianhai said.
"I will immediately send the company's guards to attack those Mapuche people. God knows how this misunderstanding happened. Don't worry, I will definitely destroy those Mapuche people and make them never dare to attack us again!"
