Chapter 844 Do you have a choice now?

Off the coast of Valencia, a few white sails are dotted between the blue sky.

The warm Mediterranean Sea does not seem to be affected by the cold wave in the north, and the blue water is still warm, so that many fishermen can still rely on their hands to harvest food and clothing. The only bad thing is that the supply of coal is insufficient, and only sail fishing boats can go to sea, which also led to the large-scale replacement of the locomotives before the war to become a decoration at the most critical moment.

On the stern deck, after Calift and his partners quickly sprinkled the trawl, they immediately signaled the bridge to turn left. As the two fishing boats sailed forward together, the nets began to become heavy.

"Quick, start the net."

Half an hour later, the winch began to tighten slowly, and the tow was pulled up little by little. At the same time, Calft and everyone watched their gains without blinking.

They are really too nervous. Before the war, perhaps no one would worry about the harvest of a net. You should know that it takes several days for the fishing boat to go to sea every time, and there are no more than 20 times to get off the net. Why worry about the harvest of just one time?

But now Calift has to be nervous, because there has been serious riots in the country. As the rebels have conquered the north and spread to the south, food is becoming scarce, death and plague are beginning to spread across the country, and his family is still waiting for this harvest in Valencia, waiting for a bumper harvest and then it is difficult to buy. The black bread to satisfy the hunger.

The fishing net finally came out of the water as expected, and the flashing picture made Kalev and everyone relieved. So much harvest meant that everyone on the ship could maintain the family's rations for a few days.

The crew began to get busy and stuffed a tail of tuna into the cabin, but they didn't find that the smoke was rolling behind them.

"Damn it, get out of here!"

A voice broke the busyness and laughter. When the fishing boat quickly turned to the coast and galloped away, the panicked Calift had seen that several naval warships flying the red blood cloud dragon claw flag were flying towards Valencia!

"God, the Chinese fleet is coming!"

"Run!"

"Radio, do you have a radio?"

"Kalev, are you crazy? This is a sailboat. Where does the radio come without electricity?

"Fed, damn it, I'm going to inform Vivian, I'm going to inform her to leave! Oh my God!"

Hearing that there was no radio on the ship, Calift covered his face and knelt on the deck in despair. He looked at the cold and thick muzzle passing in front of him. He wanted to spread a pair of wings and fly back to protect his wife and family, but how could the fishing boat compare with a warship? In just one hour, the fleet has disappeared in the direction of Port Valencia--

In the once prosperous port of Valencia, three small destroyers with flags were moored alone. There were few people in the whole wharf and port area. Except for the refugees who were homeless and ready to leave, no one else could be seen.

At the corner of the street, Vivian turned her head and looked around warily. After finding that there were no suspicious people, she carefully lowered her head and walked quickly with the cloth bag.

Every few steps, she always looks around quietly, like a frightened deer, because her cloth bag contains half a bag of buckwheat and sugar, which is the ration for the next three days of her family. After eating these, she has to wait until her husband Calift comes back to get food.

Vivian is very careful. Everyone passing by will make her nervous for a long time. Especially when she is ready to cross the dock to return to the home on the other end, the soldiers with guns make her even more uneasy, because in this time of lack of food, a small half a bag of buckwheat is enough to trigger a blood. Case!

Three years ago, no one would like a small bag of buckwheat, but now this may only be used to feed the horse's buckwheat, but it may cause a big killing! Because the whole of Spain is in hunger and turmoil, it is said that in the most difficult north, hundreds of people are starved to death every day.

"Stunch! Catch them!"

Suddenly, a voice from behind scared Vivian to shudder and dare not take any more steps. Just as she held the cloth bag tightly and tried to protect the last piece of food, a large group of soldiers with live ammunition, white towels on their arms and messy blue overalls swarmed from behind.

Fortunately, the soldiers quickly crossed the shivering she and rushed to the destroyer, and all the guns were pointed at the sailors on the deck who were trying to get into the warship to escape.

Vivian recognizes these people. They are the people who launched a rebellion and claim to save Spain, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they are not liked, because these guys are more cruel than the army. They claim to end the war and overthrow the rule of Alfonso XIII, but most of them are aimed at ordinary Xiban. Tooth people, and they also brought killing and poverty back to this already miserable country.

"What are you going to do?" The road was blocked by the soldiers, and Vivian, who could not go home, could only hide in the corner of the dock with a buckwheat bag, and then looked at the bearded captain who was about to return to the ship and stood up to fulfill his last duty in order to protect the soldiers.

"Immediately order everyone to leave the warship. We suspect that Alfonso XIII will use the harbor to escape, so we take over the warship and blockade it!" A rebel leader walked forward with a pistol.

"You are treason!" The captain blushed and scolded loudly.

"Catch it and kill these rotten royalists!"

"Kill them."

"Ban."

No one knew that the first bullet was fired from the barrel. With the gun, the harbor suddenly jumped in a mess. The sailors relied on steel ships and quick-fire cannons on the deck, while the rebels had a numerical advantage.

Vivian bowed and tried to stuff her petite body into the cracks of the wall. She didn't wait for her to hide herself, a handful of blood suddenly spilled on her feet. She looked up and saw that the bearded captain's head was cut off by someone and thrown to her side.

Vivian, who saw this kind of picture for the first time, screamed out in horror, and then held the wall and couldn't help vomiting. Such a fierce action naturally attracted countless malicious eyes. Before she could hide again, several wolf-like rebel soldiers had dragged her into the blacksmith's shop next door.

On the cold blacksmith's slate, several soldiers smiled and tore off Vivian's dress.

Vivian screamed and begged for mercy, but these could only make the gangsters more excited. When the skirt was finally torn apart, her whole body was twisted, and her towering chest was pressed on the slate. When her fat buttocks were held high by the rebel soldiers to reveal her delicate private parts, God officially abandoned Spain!

The soldiers savagely and rudely inserted Vivian's body, and their snow-white buttocks were patted blue and purple, and even the big breasts that were deformed on the slate seemed to be crumpled.

Vivian had no strength to cry. Her drooping hands held the bag containing buckwheat, hoping that these soldiers could leave food after venting. Unfortunately, she was finally disappointed. After the soldiers took turns to vent, they broke her hands and pulled the bag away. Vivian stared at her distracted eyes. On the wall, looking at the blurred figure who took away the buckwheat, tears slipped from the dirty cheeks and rolled down the body, flowing from the corner of the wall to the outside of the shop together with the blood oozing from the lower body.

The sound of gunfire is getting more and more dense.

After a while, pieces of corpses covered the whole port of Valencia.

Just before Vivian swallowed her last breath in despair, she suddenly saw a young man wearing the most common blue overalls in Spain with black hair and black eyes.

The young man looked at Vivian, who was blue and purple all over her body. After twisting her eyebrows slightly, he slowly walked to her side and squatted down and said in pure Spanish, "They will be punished soon."

"Penalty?"

Hearing these two words, Vivian didn't know where her strength came from. She suddenly grabbed the young man's arm and spit out these two words with difficulty at the corners of her mouth.

"Yes, punishment!"

The young man shook off Vivian, and under her gaze, he suddenly pulled out a gun under her overalls that Vivian had never seen before. Then he inserted a long magazine into the gun and walked out of the blacksmith's shop with a serious face.

Outside the blacksmith's shop, there were suddenly countless footsteps, as if there were countless people running. Vivian used her last strength to see from the cracks that hundreds of Chinese soldiers in blue and white clothes she had never seen before and helmets came out of nowhere. Under the leadership of the young man, they rushed to the three destroyers that had already caught fire.

These soldiers are skillful, and their shooting is even more accurate. Each shot will take away a rebel soldier. They seem to have lived here for decades. They can always find a bunker in times of danger, and then throw out a wine bottle-shaped grenade.

"God, it's them, those demons of the East!"

"Retreat, retreat, the [***] team is coming!"

As the soldiers drilled out of the dock and the harbor like a tide, the Spanish rebel soldiers who had just been complacent suddenly messed up.

Vivian scratched the wall hard. At this moment, she knew that those were the legendary killing teams, and that the rebels who praised themselves as saving the country were so vulnerable. It turned out that those who tortured her were just circus clowns in front of the real soldiers!

She saw that a rebel soldier who had just shrugged on her for the longest time and bit her delicate ** with his teeth had just come out of a hut and was caught by the man in blue who said he would punish them.

The moment the bullet passed through the head of the rebel soldier and brought up a large brain, Vivian's fingers finally slowly loosened, and her nails dragged out several long white marks on the wall. She did not laugh. Although the bad guys who abused her were killed by Chinese soldiers, it was the Chinese soldiers who pushed the Spanish kingdom into this turbulence and abyss for her.

She doesn't know how to choose--

"Your Majesty, the rebels have occupied the port of Valencia, Colonel Caron and the destroyer."

"What!"

In an ordinary small manor 20 kilometers away from the port of Valencia, when the loyal bodyguard chief occupied the port of Valencia by the rebels, and the three destroyers originally used for the royal escape were finished, Alfonso XIII suddenly turned into the ground, and his whole body collapsed as if he was dozens of years old. The royal members behind him They were all trembling with fear, and several women cried out loud.

This means that it is impossible to leave Spain in exile from here!

"Your Majesty, we should go to the south immediately, to Gibraltar!"

"Yes, Gibraltar is still under British control, and we can take refuge in Britain from there."

"No, you can't go there. The Chinese plane has been bombed. In case of a plane, we will."

"If we go to Malaga, we can go to Morocco from there and then to the Sahara. Governor Scott, who is stationed in the Sahara, has declared his allegiance to you."

Ministers, your words made Alfonso XIII, who was originally hesitant, even more uncertain. Seeing that he had not reached a conclusion for a long time, he had to ask, "What about Germany?" Do they have any news?"

"Germany agreed to our terms, but." A minister said, "They can't dispatch troops to our country at present."

"Why? Don't they have a fleet in the Mediterranean Sea?

"Your Majesty, both the German Far East Fleet and the Ottoman Fleet are controlled by the Xinhua Seventh Fleet. It is impossible for them to leave the fleet and come alone without ordering them, so."

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, Mr. Slo is currently in Valencia."

"Slow? Damn it!" Upon hearing the names of Xinhua's Seventh Fleet and Slo, Alfonso XIII couldn't help biting his teeth. In his opinion, he was completely caused by the Xinhua Navy and Slo today. Otherwise, how could Spain lose Guam and Luzon!

He believes that the reason for Spain's decline today was due to Slo's betrayal, which caused Luzon and the Pacific colonies to be taken away by the Xinhua Navy. Finally, there was the Spanish-American War and humiliated. The reason why he promised Britain that in addition to the coveted interests of Gibraltar, he also had a slight idea to take this opportunity to attack Xinhua and take the opportunity to retake the Far East colonies. Unfortunately, he still didn't expect that the agreement led by Britain would fail so quickly and so tragic!

He has never agreed to Xinhua's persuasion to surrender. He has a personal resentment against Li Mo and Xinhua, and he doesn't want Spain to become a slave to the Chinese people after the war, so he has been secretly contacting Germany, hoping to get a guarantee from Germany that even if it is not as good as Italy, he can at least keep the royal family after the war. After all, Germany is also a monarchy. The country, but I didn't expect that the power of Germany's Mediterranean was restrained and not sent, and I didn't know what to do for a moment.

Now the rebels have killed the port of Valencia, which is only a few dozen kilometers away from here. Maybe the cavalry will arrive in half an hour. Who else can save themselves at this time?

Hearing the faint explosion becoming more and more intense, Alfonso XIII and his ministers were already like ants on a hot pot. Just when everyone was most anxious, the door was suddenly knocked open by the bodyguard, which scared everyone to tremble.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Sloh, he."

"No need to report, I'm already here."

Before the soldiers finished reporting, Slo's voice had floated in from the outside. Alfonso XIII and others, who had not been scared by the door, saw that Sloe, who had been a lobby for Li Mo several times before, had come in again with his bodyguards.

"Dear Your Majesty, do you have a choice now?"

(to be continued)