Chapter 1447 (2/2)

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On December 26, the smell of Christmas has not yet completely faded, and the snowy streets of the town of Caucasia in the northern province of Antiochia still smell of roast turkey and Tulong sugar. Evergreen trees, red ribbons and big bells, children laughing around the snowman running, adults walking together in groups, talking and laughing.

The pub on the corner is like a stove, melting all the enthusiasm for winter into the fragrance of malt beer. Although Christmas this year is much worse than usual because of the war, people's best wishes for tomorrow will remain unchanged.

Everyone believes that tomorrow will be better, that the north and South Colombia can finally reach a settlement, that the outposts and border posts outside the town will be removed, and that the villagers who work in Monteria next Christmas will be able to go home for the festival”I should be drinking beer by the warm fireplace at this time, rather than standing guard in this shabby place.” Armed with AK47 rifles and thick snow suits, the soldiers squatted by the fire, pulled the collar on their necks, and looked into the jungle not far away. ”Seriously, even soldiers need a vacation.”

”Talk about something happy. Maybe the war will end next year?”

”Ha ha, that's a good joke.”

Laughing with a bit of sob, the captain poked at the fire with dead wood branches, and the soldier who spoke earlier was silent.

Just then, not far away came the sound of the car engine.

”There's movement outside.”

Throwing the branch into the fire, the Captain stood up from the ground with his rifle in his hand. ”Carlos, go outside and have a look.”

”OK.”

After patting the snow on his thigh, Carlos gestured to the sentinel standing on the tower, then walked outside with AK, stopped in the middle of the road, and raised his right hand toward the van from northern Columbia.

The van stopped slowly, the door opened, and a man in a thick leather jacket and a knitted hat came down from the van.

”South Columbia ahead. Show me your ID Carlos said.

The man didn't speak, just put his hand into his arms.

However, what escaped was not a certificate at all, but a pistol.

Bang bang!!!

There was no warning of two gunshots, which ignited the gunfight outside the post.

Shot in the chest, Carlos fell in the snow, his limbs gradually lost consciousness.

With the last light, he saw masked soldiers emerge from the van, and a pair of military boots stepped past him. After a brief exchange of fire, he quickly rushed into the border post.

The sound of gunfire gradually moved away, and his final consciousness was also far away.

About ten minutes later, the townspeople of the town of kokassia were surprised to see the smoke of the border post far away.

When the border guards stationed nearby arrived, all the people who attacked the post had left, leaving only a burning post, a wall full of bullet marks, and a half burned flag of South Colombia

On the day of the incident, President shimenez of South Colombia was on a state visit to colo city

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