Nanhua is not necessarily all high-rise buildings, at least not in Shanxi.

This Shanxi is not that Shanxi.

But Chile.

Although Chile has not yet been fully integrated into South China, as early as two years ago, many upper-class people in Chile had already asked the heir to the Spanish throne, Charlotte Clark Bo, the daughter of Princess Canino and Musignano.

Princess Naba takes an oath of allegiance - inviting her to be the King of Chile.

That's right, Chile has now changed from a republic to a kingdom, and Princess Charlotte Clark Bonaparte is the new king. The reason why they extended the invitation was because Wu Sangui, no, it should be said that the former interim government leader Bell

The rule of Nardo Riquelme was so unpopular that in order to get rid of his rule, the upper class people in Chile, who were in danger of everyone because of the "big arrests", had the idea to ask Charlotte Clark Bonaparte, the wife of Zhu Daguanren, to

The princess swore allegiance and extended an invitation.

As a result, the fall of the provisional government became inevitable, and Chile became a kingdom. As we all know, it is only a matter of time that the Kingdom of Chile will be merged into Nanhua one day in the future - when His Royal Highness the Prince inherits the throne, or when Zhu Daguanren becomes the emperor.

Although the two places have not yet been merged, in the map of the South China Army, Chile has been named "Shanxi" and Santiago has become "Taiyuan". As for the Pampas grassland across the Andes Mountains, it was named Shandong. Why is it named

Such a name is just to remember where they come from.

Except for Nanhua and Linhai, many places in Nanhua are directly named after Chinese place names. At most, they just add "Xin" or "Nan". This situation is like the Han people who traveled south in Jin Dynasty and named Qiaozhou as Nanyanzhou.

, South Yuzhou, South Yuzhou, South Yuzhou, just like naming Qiao County and Qiao County with the name of the northern place plus the south, they are all symbols of cherishing the ancestral land. This is not forgetting the roots!

The same is true here in Nanhua.

The Chinese are not the only ones who do not forget their roots. In fact, in Taiyuan, which is what the Chileans call "Santiago", they still regard the South Chinese army as "outsiders" or even "invaders".

The winter sun shines vertically down against the cold wall, all the way to the end of the alley. The sun shines on the windows, on the underwear and petticoats hanging on the ropes to dry, and on the steps and cobbled pavement.

There is a ditch in the middle of the road for horse urine and sewage.

Standing in the middle of the small street, Garibaldi put his hands in his pockets. This old green military uniform was too big for him, but he still wore this kind of clothes.

This dress was a gift from his sister's lover, a South Chinese soldier.

Every three days, the South Chinese soldier came to Garibaldi's house at night and slept in his sister's room. Every time he came, Garibaldi would wait for him in the side street and ask him for a cigarette.

Smoking. That guy has always been very generous. He would always give three or four sticks at a time. Sometimes he would even give a pack or even a box of cans.

"Pimp...Pimp..."

At this time, someone on the roadside said to Garibaldi, "The voice was not loud, but it was also very harsh."

"You know nothing, Brother Fang will definitely marry my sister in the future..."

Garibaldi retorted,

"When Brother Fang marries my sister, I can go to Linhai to study. You know what the heck..."

He swallowed a puff of smoke and took it out from his nostrils. Cigarettes were still very choking to a child like him. But he still liked smoking. Then, with the cigarette in his mouth, he walked and said:

"You will definitely call me Mr. Garibaldi one day."

"You think it's a dream, that Chinese guy hasn't been here for many days,"

Frenchman Michel said,

"It's time for your sister to lower her prices!"

The others burst out laughing,

"Yes, I still have a peso here, or we can go find his sister together..."

Standing there, Garibaldi looked at them from bottom to top and sneered.

"You know what the heck, Brother Fang has gone to do something big, he will definitely come back! He promised my sister! The Chinese are much more trustworthy than you!"

When Garibaldi was arguing with others in the alley, he didn't know that the infantry battalion he was talking about, Brother Fang, and Fang Laoliu, were walking cautiously in the mountains and forests. They were watching the surroundings vigilantly to prevent saboteurs.

During the attack, they were surrounded by dozens of Indian farmers holding muzzleloaders, accompanying them.

In the past few years, large-scale land reforms have been carried out across Chile under the Queen's "order". Church lands and "rebel" lands were confiscated and then distributed to farmers, most of whom were

They were indigenous people, so the indigenous people and a small number of landless immigrants became supporters of the king.

There are supporters, but there are also saboteurs, and now they are the camps for sneak attacks on saboteurs in the forest.

"Sir, their camp is right there..."

Finally, several mountain huts appeared in their sights. When the Indians pointed at the camp, the soldiers had already taken off the machine guns and mortars on the backs of the mules and quickly assembled them. They even carried two

A 57mm mountain cannon was launched. After the artillery aimed at the barracks in the valley, following an order and two consecutive gunshots, the wooden barracks collapsed in the violent explosion. The resistance elements who rushed out of the camp were just

They had just rushed out and before they had time to reload their rifles, they were enveloped in intensive firepower composed of six-barreled Gatling guns and Spencer rifles in the hands of the soldiers.

The sound of explosions, gunfire and the screams of the wounded echoed in the valley. This was a continuous battle. The resistance elements who used muzzleloaders and had no training were simply vulnerable. After more than ten minutes,

Finally, with a charge by the soldiers, the resistance elements surrendered.

"Batalion Commander, what should they do?"

Fang Laoliu, holding a rifle in his hand, pointed at the more than 300 prisoners of war kneeling on the ground and asked.

"what to do?"

After taking a look at the prisoners, Qin Hai pursed his lips and shouted to the captain of the indigenous security team not far away,

"Liu Weihua,"

Liu Weihua quickly ran over and said in a bit stiff Chinese.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

As a security captain, he gave himself a Chinese name after he learned to speak Chinese, which was a symbol of naturalization.

"These prisoners are left to you to deal with!"

"Yes, sir!"

Liu Weihua's face immediately showed joy. This is the commander's trust in him!

Dealing with prisoners... you don't need to do this yourself at all, the security team can do it.
Chapter completed!