Chapter 1036: Eve of the Night of Change

The sound of gunfire tore through the tranquility of the night sky.

Choosing to launch an attack in the middle of the night was also a decision made by Pedro and these leaders after careful consideration.

Because the Lapa government army still had quite a few artillery pieces in their hands. If they fought during the day, they would easily be discovered, and then they would have to face the ravages of artillery.

Choosing the night was relatively better. Of course, there was also a small trouble, that is, some soldiers would have night blindness.

They picked some soldiers without night blindness and formed a tough-fighting force, launching a sneak attack around the two cross-river bridges.

When a soldier saw dense black dots moving toward their checkpoint in the moonlight, he subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired a shot into the sky, and the battle broke out in an instant!

President Diego suddenly woke up from his sleep. He had lost a lot of weight recently. At least if he worked a little harder, he could shake hands with his little brother or something.

As for manual work, he didn't need it, because he was the president, the nominal ruler of this country. He had many ways to help his little brother.

It was just that being able to shake hands with his little brother again after many years was still a bit emotional.

People lost weight, but didn't feel any relaxation, but instead appeared more exhausted.

There was also a kind of inexplicable discomfort in his body that tortured him. Sometimes even breathing seemed to be painful.

He found a doctor, and the doctor said his body was very healthy, and no problems could be seen.

He said his eyes were a bit blurry, recently, and the doctor also told him that this was something that people would definitely experience in the process of growing up.

In short, his body was very healthy.

Sometimes he would also wake up from the middle of the night, but this time, it was obviously different. He felt that it was not a problem with his body, but some sound.

He lifted the quilt and walked barefoot to the window, pushed open the thick window, and listened to the sound coming from afar in the middle of the night.

For a long time, the dark night outside was still silent, and no sound came, as quiet as every night.

He looked out from the window. All the street lights outside the brightly lit buildings were turned on, and armed soldiers kept patrolling back and forth, almost without any dead ends in patrol.

But for some reason, he just felt some unease.

An invisible hand seemed to be gripping his heart in the night sky, making his breathing difficult. He covered his chest, looked at the deep black sky in the distance, and couldn't speak for a long time.

I don't know how long it had passed, his emotions not only didn't calm down, but became more intense. His bedroom door was knocked at this moment, and the butler asked outside, "Sir, I'm afraid there are some things you need to deal with now."

Diego looked back at the two shadows that appeared in the gap under the door. After looking for a while, he responded, "I'm already up."

The butler pushed the door open, lowered his head, and stood by the door. "The rebels attacked two bridges in the middle of the night. Now the situation on the front line is very intense. Our commander called to ask, can we blow up the two bridges?"

"If we blow up these two bridges, they won't be able to enter the Zhuolan surrounding area in a short time."

"If we give up blowing up the bridges, then..."

President Diego didn't speak immediately. He stared at the butler with his vulture-like eyes, and after a good while, he said, "I'm going to the study."

The butler stepped aside and beckoned to the outside of the door. Soon two maids walked in quickly with their heads lowered and helped Diego dress.

Originally he was going to wash up, but because the matter was more urgent, this time, he chose to dress directly.

Four or five minutes later, he came to the study. At this time, the few main people in charge of the Lavila family who stayed here were already here.

When they saw Diego enter, they stood up immediately. Although they were relatives, they were also in a superior-subordinate relationship.

"Sit down, what happened?", now the entire Lapa government senior management and military senior management had been replaced by people from the Lavila family.

Originally Diego... didn't trust these people in his family, feeling that as long as they were given a chance, they would definitely fight for power.

But when it really came to this final moment, the only ones he could trust were these people from the Lavila family.

He, and they, all knew this point. As long as Diego didn't fall, the rule of the Lavila family would continue.

If Diego fell, the famous Lavila family would also be heading to the end.

The first to speak was his uncle. "The rebels have already grabbed the middle position of the Jiaoma Bridge. If we don't make a response, they are very likely to cross the bridge."

His speech was very fast, fearing that if he spoke slowly, it would delay time. After speaking, he looked at Diego nervously.

Diego was very steady at this time, without showing an impatient expression, like a real president.

He looked at his uncle and asked softly, "If we blow up the bridge, will it have any actual, concrete changes to what we have to face next?"

"Or...", his face was a bit gloomy, he took a cigar from the cigarette case on the table and handed it to the butler.

The butler took the cigar to the bar on the side to operate, and he continued, "... or we blow up the bridge, and the situation in the entire Lapa will be completely reversed?"

He looked at these uncles and aunts. They didn't speak. They probably knew what Diego meant, so they didn't speak, because no one could afford the responsibility of speaking at this time.

The butler over there quickly handled the cigar, lit it, then placed it on a specially made cigar rack, and brought it over on a tray.

It was a cigar rest made of gold, shaped like a horizontal "I" character, which could support a cigar and make it more convenient for someone to pick it up.

He picked up the cigar and took a breath. The delicious experience made him feel that he had become more rational and smarter. He shook his head while saying, "No, there will be no improvement."

"We blew up these two bridges, which is also equivalent to cutting off our connection with the outside world. We will become an isolated island in Lapa."

"It looks like we resisted the enemy's attack, but in fact, we trapped ourselves here."

"The resources here are limited, the population is limited, everything is limited, but outside, it is infinite."

"They will develop more and more powerfully, and eventually they will be stronger than us, strong enough to make us unable to resist."

"At that moment, they will launch an attack again, can we stop it?"

He looked at these people. "Hmm?"

Several clan uncles remained silent.

Diego took another puff of the cigar. "My idea is to let them in."

"Since they want a decisive battle, we will give them a decisive battle."

"Blow up the other bridge, they will try every means to protect the Jiaoma Bridge, and we will form an encirclement where they cross the bridge."

"As many as they come in, we will destroy as many!"

"Eat them all up!"

"When they can't bear the pressure and start to give up the attack, that's when we counterattack!"

Several people looked at Diego with surprised, shocked, and unbelievable eyes, as if they were meeting Diego for the first time, which made Diego feel a bit ashamed and angry. "Don't fucking look at me with that kind of eyes!"

Several people immediately withdrew their gazes. Although they were Diego's elders, in this family, Diego still had a certain deterrent power.

At least he knew he wasn't the most outstanding and excellent one, but in order to get to the top, he killed quite a few of his brothers and sisters or even cousins.

If killing could solve the problem, then he would only choose to kill, not think of other methods. This was also why everyone was afraid of him before.

He was really a tyrant!

"Alright, just do it, let them in, but don't be so... fake, let them feel that it is through their own efforts that they have achieved such a victory."

"You don't need to worry too much, we have military supplies aided by the Federation, and hundreds of thousands of brave soldiers. If there is only one winner in this war, it will only be me!"

"That's it, arrange it."

He raised his hand and swept, signaling that they could leave.

Several elders of the Lavila family looked at each other, and finally decided to execute Diego's instructions, because this instruction looked unexpectedly reliable!

They soon left, but Diego didn't leave. He sat in the chair smoking a cigar. The rising smoke occasionally blocked his face, making him look a bit ethereal.

He seemed to be thinking, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The butler stood behind him staring at his back, lost in thought.

The dynamics of the front line were soon passed back. The other bridge was successfully blown up, causing the rebels to concentrate almost all their pressure on the Jiaoma Bridge.

The battle for the Jiaoma Bridge was extremely intense and cruel. It could be said that the bridge deck was full of corpses of soldiers from both sides.

The soldiers who came later wanted to rush over, and could only step on the corpses and keep moving forward.

At this moment, courage, fear, these emotions that would only be born in a specific environment seemed to be wiped out from everyone's body by a mysterious force.

The soldiers forgot everything and rushed forward. Seeing the government army soldiers being scattered, these people who called themselves insurgents couldn't believe that all this was true!

Accompanied by their capture of the bridgehead, more soldiers began to pour into the opposite side of the bridge, and what greeted them was a more intense war.

Gunfire and artillery fire never stopped for a moment. The rebels also used the few artillery pieces they had scraped together to implement artillery coverage on the enemy's positions.

Until dawn, the intensity of the battle decreased slightly.

Before the sun came out, on a bridge about seventy or eighty meters long, the corpses of soldiers were constantly thrown off the bridge by those who cleaned the battlefield.

The rushing river under the bridge, like a terrifying beast, swallowed them all clean.

Pedro came to the bridge from the rear. He looked at the pitted bridge body and could feel the tragedy of the battle last night.

"It's not safe enough here, they still have a chance to blow up this bridge, find a way to continue to advance."

He said and turned to look at the direction of Zhuolan. "From here to Zhuolan, there is not much road left. If we advance with all our strength, it won't take more than two weeks for us to get to Zhuolan."

He looked at the sky in the distance, as if looking at Diego Lavila, who was crowned as the "traitor president" in that city, as if fantasizing about what the two would say and do when he stood in front of him.

This must be a historic scene. It will be recorded in human history, and it will also be deeply remembered in the hearts of all the people living in this country.

An insurgent leader on the side said softly, "Our losses are too great. They are like a huge pocket surrounding us in the middle. If we want to break through, I'm afraid it's not an easy thing."

"We may pay a heavy price."

Pedro pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Any change is accompanied by huge sacrifices. Sacrifice can strengthen our beliefs, can awaken the paralyzed souls of the people, and can let this country return to the right track!"

"I believe that the sacrifice of the soldiers is meaningful and worth it. What they exchanged with blood and life is a bright future for their families, children, and all Lapa people!"

Now Pedro has also learned to start saying these empty words, but in this period, at this critical node of change, people seem to eat this set.

That sense of mission that descended from the sky made many people immediately able to abandon some selfish things and selflessly join this torrent of the era.

They might really be able to change this era, this country, but they will not be remembered by people, because they are just consumables.

Who can really remember some consumables?

Some consumables whose names don't even deserve to appear in newspapers, magazines, and propaganda.

Soon they discussed the next combat plan. By nine o'clock, the battle started again, and this time it became more intense.

The rebels didn't know where they got some modified cars. They looked more like armored vehicles, rushing around on the battlefield.

In this kind of "low-tech" battlefield, the appearance of armored vehicles is absolutely a big killer.

Soon they tore a bloody path, and the battle between the two sides became more scorched and intense.

All day long, Diego was waiting for some new news, but what came was always not very good news.

They controlled the offensive of the anti-government armed forces that tried to continue to advance toward Zhuolan, but only temporarily, because they were obviously organizing a new offensive.

Diego asked several front-line Lavila family officers and got some not-so-good feedback from them.

These rebels had fierce firepower and strong will. This was a hard battle, and they couldn't guarantee that they would definitely win. 【1036-

After getting the same result several times, Diego put down the phone, and without looking back, he said, "Pack up those things in my showroom..."

The butler was slightly stunned; he seemed to know what this president wanted to do.

"I understand, Master!"

(End of chapter)