[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

[The castle was safe on December 12st. ]

[The remaining ammunition and medicine are insufficient and need to be replenished as soon as possible. ]

[Barcelona Command receives.What special circumstances? ]

[Colonel Sanro died of his injuries and is now under the command of Mr. Gaudi. ]

[receive.Reinforcements and supplies will be sent tonight, please pay attention. ]

[receive.Thanks. ]

[Wish ya'll good luck. ]

After reading the last call log, Joey returned it to the correspondent—a 14-year-old girl.

It records the communication between Montjuic Castle and the headquarters in the past ten days, and the last time is this morning.

Colonel Sanluo is a retired soldier. Because he had rich experience in fort defense battles, he served as the commander of the castle for more than a month.

In the heaviest shelling yesterday, he was hit in the head by a falling wall, and finally died after gasping for more than ten hours.

He wasn't the first to die, and he won't be the last.

Taking the day when the core residential area was suddenly shelled as a watershed, Carlos's offensive suddenly became crazy.

The endless regiments flooded in from the Diagonal Avenue—the main street that ran through the entire city.

The people of Barcelona had done enough traps and fire | mines on this street before, but in the successive offensives, the firepower could not be replenished in time, and the defense line could only retreat step by step.

When no troops were sent to attack, it was continuous bombardment.

Under such an offensive, the safe zone in the city is shrinking.

Without Antonio, Joey is like one less on-call database.

She is tense almost all the time, thinking about how to adjust the planning of the civilian gathering area, how to design the evacuation route, how to deploy manpower, keep the civilians in the safe area, and make the most efficient use of the increasingly scarce manpower.

Compared with the heavy human life, eating and sleeping have become things that are easy to forget.

Now, after more than two months of training, women, elderly people under the age of 60, and children who have reached the age of ten have also taken up arms and stepped onto the battlefield one after another.

Some of the people without combat effectiveness were assigned to the penicillin laboratory to assist in centrifugation, extraction, gel running, separation, characterization and other preparation steps, doing their best to produce this life-saving drug.

More were assigned medical duties, transporting the wounded and tending to the sick.

Even so, all hospitals and medical centers are operating at overload, and a steady stream of wounded are being sent for emergency treatment every day.

Still, these are attacks on urban areas.

People in the city are more worried about the castle of Montjuic - which has been besieged non-stop for two weeks.

Every silent night in the city will be broken by the sound of guns from the direction of the castle.

Joey looked out the window.

It is a clear winter night.The sky was full of stars that shone with a brilliant cool white light, and the sky was almost brighter than the darkened town.

In order to save fuel and also for safety, the lights in the city at night have been greatly reduced.

Montjuïc loomed in the distance as a huge black silhouette, and the castle on top was lost in the darkness.

This is a rare respite for the warring parties.

It is also an opportunity for reinforcements to seize.

In the past few days, the city headquarters had arranged several breakout reinforcements, but all failed.

Although it is more difficult to supply supplies at night, under the suppression of several times the force, breaking out during the day has become almost impossible.

Therefore, the headquarters decided to arrange today's operation at night.

In another 10 minutes, a team would secretly sneak up to Montjuïc to bring supplies and reinforcements to those in the castle.

Joey stared at the dark night in a daze for a while.

The spectatorship and detachment based on foreknowledge are slowly wearing away in this cruel war.

War has the power to destroy everything, and it is not swayed by anyone's will.

Sometimes it feels like a nightmare.

But never wake up.

The cold wind blew through the window panes, causing faint vibrations.

This sound often startled people, thinking it was another shelling.

Joey hugged his shoulders, feeling a little cold.

Because I don't know how long it will last, the charcoal fire has to be used sparingly, and the fireplace can only burn half dead.

On the cabinet by the wall, a crystal ball was quietly lying in the corner with its hands in its hands.

Inside the transparent glass cover, a bunch of niobium wires form a three-dimensional rose line, which is colorful and bright, and there is no sign of oxidation or rust.

Wonder what Antonio is doing now?

She misses him a little.

Bang bang bang!

There was a sudden burst of gunfire in the distance.

A sudden flicker of fire rose from Montjuïc, illuminating the shaggy dry forest on the mountainside, and illuminating the wisps of cloud in the night sky.

The night covered up the gunpowder smoke, and this scene made people can't help but think of the fireworks on the night of the Catalan National Day more than two months ago.

Almost at the same time, there was a loud noise outside the window.

The glass buzzed and the whole building shook.

Joey stumbled out of the room and slammed open the headquarters door.

"Raid! Raid!"

"The castle is also attacked by enemies!"

There are chaotic footsteps and the sound of flipping pages everywhere.

There was a biting cold wind outside the window, and the indoor fireplace was not burning very well, but everyone was sweating a little on their foreheads, and no one had time to wipe it off.

Not far from Joey, the sharp phone rang suddenly.

It was drowned in the chaotic noise.

There was another shock, and the correspondent who stumbled over was tripped by the falling pot and hit the ground heavily.

a mess.

The phone rings more and more urgently.

Joey rushed forward a few steps and grabbed the phone.

"Command, please speak."

The voice over there paused for a moment.

Only the deafening sound of gunfire came over.

"This is the city headquarters!" Joey was a little anxious, "How is the castle?"

The sound of guns and guns accompanied by the sound of electric current is frightening.

"Immediately cancel... the aid operation."

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was low and hoarse, and the background noise was too loud, and it was very difficult for Joey to piece together a complete sentence from the fragments he heard.

"Cancel the reinforcement operation?" She had to confirm it again, and at the same time grabbed a pen and jotted it down quickly.

"Yes. They... didn't have... heavy guns before. In the urban area... be careful, those without steel structure... it's best not to live anymore..."

"Carlos has used new heavy artillery, and we are going to move the settlement to a solid building?" Joey added logic.

"Correct."

Suddenly there was a creepy roar and explosion on the other end of the phone, as well as the voices of people drowning in it.

Joey realized belatedly, if only reinforced concrete buildings in the city could withstand such artillery fire, would the Montjuic Castle built centuries ago still be able to withstand it?

"How is the castle? Please answer!" Joey's fingertips felt cold, and he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Still defending." The affirmative answer finally came, and the speaker's tone was hurried.

"just in case……"

"What if?!"

There was another chaotic explosion, tearing every nerve of the person to the limit.

Joey's eardrums twitched, but he pressed the receiver tightly to his ears, fearing that he would lose the voice there in the next moment.

After the noise, there was a sudden moment of silence.

Only the lingering sound of the explosion lingered in Joey's ears.

"...It's nothing." A hoarse voice came, and every word was extremely clear, "Protect yourself."

"Huh?" Joey's pen tip smeared a piece of ink on the paper.

Her ears were still buzzing, thinking she had heard wrong.

There was a hint of a smile in the voice suddenly, "You have to live, Joey."

Time stood still in an instant.

Joey's eyes widened in disbelief.

boom!

A huge explosion suddenly swept everything.

His hand threw the receiver out uncontrollably, but when the cold metal was about to come loose from his fingertips, he suddenly grabbed it again.

"Antonio? Antonio!"

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone line.The phone has been disconnected.

Joey hung up quickly, and then dialed the castle again.

No waiting tone, no busy tone.

There was just silence—the phone had lost its ability to answer.

She turned her head suddenly: "The phone is disconnected! Where's the telegram?"

The telegraph operator gritted his teeth and struck a few more times quickly, then thumped the table dejectedly.

"broken."

There was a terrible silence in the headquarters.

Everyone subconsciously looked out the window—in that direction, the top of the mountain was illuminated by bursts of desperate fire.

Montjuic Castle, which has a bird's-eye view of the entire city, finally became a real island at this time.

"Cooperate with the firepower!" Ada roared suddenly.

Without a moment's respite, everyone immediately threw themselves into a new battle.

If it was said that the people in the castle had been attracting firepower for them before, then now it was the city's turn to protect this precarious highland.

However, Carlos has obviously made two-handed preparations in advance.

The force dispatched urgently was suppressed by the enemy's artillery fire on the mountainside, and they were unable to break through even after charging several times.

The artillery fire in the city is low against high, and it is at a disadvantage after all.

The sound of gunfire on the top of the mountain continued, and even became more and more intense, and the two warring parties could be heard approaching.

People's hearts are also getting heavier.

Under the dark night, shrouded in gunpowder smoke, the actual situation of the castle could not be seen in the city.

Not even knowing if it had fallen—like a forbidden curse, no one dared to mention the possibility at the moment.

They can only comfort themselves-now that we have not been bombarded from the castle, it means that the castle has not fallen.

Time passed little by little.

Dawn slowly climbed into the pink sky.

"Wait, listen—"

The telegraph operator who was useless suddenly opened the window.

The bitter winter wind howled in through the window.

At the same time, there was the sound of a distant horn.

All the sleepless people in the city held their breath and looked up.

The top of the mountain was still shrouded in gunpowder smoke, but the sound of the horn broke through the thick smoke and spread far, far away.

Long and bright, pulling the pale golden morning sun to rise slowly——

"Safety."

People murmured, tears welling up in their eyes.

This is the most beautiful melody in the age of war.

A horn representing peace.

The wonderful melody rose from the lonely castle, hovered over the city, and passed to the ears of everyone who was worried.

The castle has not fallen, and the people in the castle are still holding on.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of gunfire.

The long sound of the horn suddenly broke and stopped abruptly.

At that moment, the fear in the hearts of everyone in the city was incomparable.

In order to make the sound of the trumpet spread farther, the trumpeter must stand in a prominent and open place.

That scene, you don’t need to see it at all, it will be outlined in your heart——

A young man desperately stood on the tower and blew the horn for the people in the city.

A blood flower suddenly bloomed on his chest, and this young soul could never return to his home in the city.

Another onslaught of the enemy began.

The sky lit up little by little, but people's hearts sank little by little.

Trumpeters need to practice hundreds of bugles, which is a very scarce resource in the army.

It was impossible for the castle to report their safety with such luxury.

"Spies! There must be spies among us!"

Suddenly someone slammed on the table.

His eyes were bloodshot: "If there were no spies, why would Carlos always know when we are going to reinforce the castle?"

The person next to him reached out to pull him: "Alsen, calm down..."

Alson swung his fist, and the man fell heavily to the side of the table.

He grabbed the man's skirt, pulled it in front of him and shouted hysterically: "It's you, right? Otherwise, how can you be so sure? Ah?!"

Everyone was stunned by this turn of events.

"stop!"

Several people rushed up to grab Alson, and hurriedly pressed him on the table.

Arsen struggled desperately and began to cry loudly: "Without reinforcements, everyone in the castle will surely die! Don't you have any heart? My two younger brothers are inside!"

There was chaos in the headquarters, some people were arguing red-faced, some were scuffling, and some were praying desperately.

Losing contact with the castle was a fatal blow.

Without contact, they don't know what the status of the castle is and whether it can still be held.

In case of loss...

That meant not only the fall of the castle, but also the end of Barcelona.

Joey breathed heavily, forcing himself to calm down.

Whether there are spies or not is another matter, but if people are suspicious of each other, or even guard against each other...

In the flames of war, this is a fatal thing.

But what should she do?

There was a sudden chill in front of her eyes, and she realized that she didn't know when she was crying.

Blown by the cold wind, the tears were cold and biting.

Tears are a testimony of human weakness.

Realizing that you are crying often makes people feel extra weak for a moment.

At that moment, she looked out of the window with tears in her eyes, in the direction of the rising sun.

God, if you could tell us they're still...

Suddenly something flashed in the tears.

Joey shuddered violently.

She flew to the window and wiped her eyes vigorously.

After a while, "Look... what is that?"

People turned their heads.

Then amazed to forget what to say, what to do.

Everyone rushed to the window.

In the direction of the rising sun, the top of Montjuic.

In the brown-yellow gunpowder smoke, a shiny flagpole rose slowly, and the flag at the top stretched out in the morning light, looming.

It was a red and yellow flag juxtaposed, like a blood-stained golden shield.

The golden castle of Castile, the pink lion of León, the golden chain of Navarre, and of course the red and yellow stripes of the Catalan Kingdom of Aragon.

Those were the four ancient kingdoms fused into this country.

"Blood and gold..." someone murmured.

For the past century, the flag flying over the castle has meant Barcelona's hatred.

But for now, it means hope for Barcelona.

That is the banner of blood and gold.

Flag of the Kingdom of Spain.