Chapter 1446 - Border Incident (2/2)

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On December 26th, the atmosphere of Christmas had yet to completely fade, and the snowy streets at Town of Caucasia in the north of Antioquia were still filled with the fragrance of roast turkey and turrón. Evergreen trees, red ribbons, and big bells decorated the streets. Children laughed and chased each other around the snowman, and adults walked together in groups as they chatted and laughed.

The tavern on the corner of the street was like a stove that turned people’s passion for winter into the fragrance of malt beer. Although due to the war, this year’s Christmas atmosphere was slightly more depressing compared to usual, people’s wish for tomorrow remained unchanged.

Everyone believed that tomorrow would be better. North and South Colombia would eventually reach unification again, the outposts and border posts outside the town would be removed, and the villagers who worked in Montreal could return home for Christmas next year…

“At this time, I should be drinking beer by a warm fireplace instead of standing guard in this sh*tty place.” The soldier in a thick snowsuit and carried an AK47 rifle squatted by the fire. He loosened the collar stuck to this neck, then looked at the forests not far away, “Seriously, even soldiers need a vacation.”

“Let’s talk about something happy. Maybe the war will end next year?”

“Haha, that is a good joke.”

With a bit of sorrow in his laughter, the captain used a branch and fiddled with the fire. The soldier who had spoken before became silent.

At that moment, the sound of a car engine was heard not far away.

“There is some noise.”

The captain tossed the branch into the fire, stood up from the ground with his rifle, “Carlos, go outside and have a look.”

“Ok.”

Carlos patted down the snow on his lap, then gestured to the soldier on top of the sentry tower as he walked out of the topside with his rifle. He stopped in the middle of the road and raised his right hand at the van that came from North Colombia.

The van came to a halt slowly, the door opened, and a man wearing a thick leather jacket and a knitted hat on his head got out of the van.

“You’re entering South Columbia, show me your ID,” Carlos said.

The man didn’t speak and just put his hand in his pocket.

However, what he took out was not some sort of ID but a pistol.

Pewpew!

Two unsuspected gunshots ignited the gun battle outside the post.

Carlos was shot in the chest. He collapsed in the snow as his limbs gradually lost consciousness.

He saw masked soldiers get out of the van in his dying consciousness, then army boots stepped past him. After a brief exchange of fire, they quickly rushed into the border post.

The gunshots seemed to dissipate, along with his consciousness.

About ten minutes later, the townspeople of Caucasia were surprised to see smoke from the outpost.

When the border guards stationed nearby arrived, all the people who attacked the outpost had left. The only thing they left was an outpost raging in fire, a wall full of bullet marks, and a South Colombia flag that was half burned…

On the day of the incident, President Timoshenko of South Colombia happened to be in Coro City for a state visit…