War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Chapter 534: The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind, unaware of the slingshot under the tree.

Mexico, San Luis City.

With a loud bang, the tall city gate shattered.

Jose Apte's rebels, who had been waiting for a long time, filed in, and the soldiers roared excitedly like a group of hunting beasts.

The soldiers and civilians in the city had long lost their fighting spirit. They either knelt down and prayed for God's blessing, or they simply ran around like frightened beasts.

The rebels showed no mercy to these lambs to be slaughtered. They burned, killed, looted, and plundered, and the evil of human nature was wantonly indulged.

The second most prosperous city in Mexico, the place where Joaquín de Herrera’s regime flourished, has now turned into a hell on earth.

The rebels went from house to house, looting and eliminating them. Regardless of whether the owner of the house resisted or not, they would all suffer the same fate.

It was lucky to be killed directly by a rifle at this moment. There were countless atrocities going on in the city, and the cypress trees were covered with all kinds of corpses like "Christmas trees."

The blood stains dragged out on the ground made the scene even more bizarre, as if the followers of the evil god were performing a horrific sacrifice.

Those who hid in houses were burned to death, those who hid in wells were buried alive, and those who were captured alive would be subjected to more horrific atrocities, being impaled on wooden stakes, or dragged along the road by horses, or He was thrown into a cauldron and boiled alive.

The fate of women and children was even more miserable, with almost no survivors from the repeated atrocities.

Joaquín de Herrera was barricaded in his home, his guards and Swiss mercenaries making a last stand.

Joaquin de Herrera was still fantasizing about negotiations at this time. After all, he was the president of New Mexico, and Jose Apte was just his deputy.

But the reality is that these rebels don't care who he is, they just want money and women. Despite the strength of the rebels, no one wanted to fight Joaquín de Herrera's troops head-on.

The battle was not intense. The two sides exchanged fire from behind a bunker a few hundred meters away, and there was no heavy firepower. In terms of the hit rate of rifles (muzzle-loading muskets) at that time, it was almost a miracle that they could hit.

Jose Apter soon learned the news that Joaquín de Herrera's mansion could not be captured for a long time. The fact that the latter was still alive was the former's worry. After all, the latter was nominally the "president".

So Jose Apte personally led the army to force the palace. Driven by the war team, the attack finally took off.

"Herrera, surrender!" The proud Jose Apter wanted to humiliate his old "friend."

But what he didn't expect was that this would give the other party an opportunity. And Joaquin de Herrera is exactly the kind of person who is good at seizing opportunities.

"Don't even think about it! Jose Apte, you Tasan Anna lackey!"

Jose Apter laughed angrily when he heard this, but he did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

"You're talking nonsense! You're obviously not giving us supplies, yet you're asking us to die! You liar!"

"I'm not talking nonsense! Brothers in Mexico! You were all deceived by this guy Jose Apte! He took all the supplies I gave you!"

Joaquín de Herrera analyzed the reasons for the mutiny in a very short period of time and poured dirty water on Jose Apter. In fact, this was not difficult, after all, it was all caused by him.

"You liar! You are still talking nonsense, keep attacking, I will capture him alive and hang him on the spire of St. Louis Cathedral!"

Jose Apter looked so angry that he seemed to have no confidence.

Joaquin de Herrera took his chance and added fuel to the fire.

"Now the hero of New Mexico will get ten pesos for turning over the dark side! Whoever kills the traitor Jose Apter, I will reward him with one million pesos and make him the vice president of New Mexico!"

Soon José Apter went from angry to furious.

"What are you waiting for! Why don't you rush me?"

However, his soldiers hesitated. After all, a strong attack would kill people, and the officers even found that killing Jose Apter did not seem to be difficult.

As a result, some officers turned their guns on their immediate superiors with dreams of getting rich. Fortunately, Jose Apter, who had experienced many battles, was the first to draw his gun and kill the soldier who was about to betray him.

However, this fight plunged the rebels into chaos. Jose Apter and Joaquín de Herre's mutual bounty added a comical color to the battle.

In the Port of Veracruz, U.S. military supplies and recruits were being transported ship by ship. Lieutenant General Winfield Scott was living very comfortably in his temporary command post. He did not care at all about President John Tyler's repeated urging.

Winfield felt that this war was already a sure win, and there was no need to continue to add unnecessary sacrifices. In order to completely occupy Mexico, they naturally need to let their own people fight internally first. The more Mexicans die, the easier it will be to rule.

In addition, Winfield was also at odds with Zachary Taylor, who was in charge of the Rio Grande. They were competitors, so the former hoped that he could be the one who had the final say in the U.S.-Mexican War, thus overpowering the latter. .

Winfield is even planning where to plant what in Mexico in the future, and what is suitable for cities, ports, and

At this time, a messenger ran in in a panic.

"Report, Your Excellency Commander. The city of St. Louis is over!"

The lieutenant general looked at the panicked soldiers and asked with some confusion.

"What's there to panic about?"

"The Mexicans are coming in our direction!" the messenger replied.

Winfield shook his head. He didn't think it was anything. After Jose Apter killed Joaquin de Herrera, he would definitely succeed him, which would require the support of the United States, and Winfield had already prepared it. Contact information and relevant personnel.

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing. I don't want to listen to anything other than the president's orders."

"Yes! Your Excellency, Commander."

After the messenger left, Winfield walked to the chessboard and played games with himself to pass the time.

Colonel Carter, who was sent to negotiate with the Mexican army, said to his men.

"Our actions today will determine the final ownership of the North American continent, and history will remember us. Cheer up! Let those Mexicans see what the American spirit is!"

However, the Mexican cavalry coming from afar seemed to have no intention of slowing down, but Colonel Carter and his men firmly believed that this was just a bluff.

Then this group of Mexican cavalry stepped over the American troops.

"General Jimmy, what happened to those Americans just now? Are they surrendering? Or some special tactics? I heard that the Tataru tribe has a witchcraft that can summon a beast called Wendigo. It seems that this is all it takes. standing on the ground"

"How do I know? I stopped being an American a long time ago! And the Tataru tribe is Canadian! Stop guessing. Our mission is to disrupt the deployment of the US military as much as possible before the president's army arrives."