Chapter 1435 - 467: History and the People Will Declare Me Innocent (Part 2)

Chapter 1435: Chapter 467: History and the People Will Declare Me Innocent (Part 2)

Broadcasts from drones, city intranet radios, TV programs, Voice of the Horizon—every available media channel has been mobilized, ensuring coverage of every corner of Cuba.

The enraged soldiers, the Havana citizens trembling under the butcher’s knife, driven by hatred, the Cuban workers laboring sixteen hours a day—all heard the sound of the wheelchair, saw his face.

"If you still cherish love for the country, love for humanity, love for justice, listen carefully to what I’m about to say."

"I know, those who know the truth have been silenced for years. I know Havana’s drug dealers spare no effort to hide historical truths. I know they scheme to let that true history be forgotten, buried."

"But the voice of resistance will never cease. I, Wilt. Sptentr, am a Cuban guerrilla member, now and always will be."

Jose handed the medal to David. David is a Dragon Field soldier, and Dragon Field is the armed organization of Horizon Corporation. Rounding off, the wheelchair can also be considered a member of the guerrilla."

"In the loneliest moments, deafening roars will erupt from my chest. My fiery heart will burn everything down. Even if those heartless cowards fleeing to Europe are here, I will say."

"I refuse to recognize that group violating the people’s will, using violence and treachery to break the law, using blood and shame to oppress, trample, and plunder the people as the legitimate government of Cuba."

"We are Cubans; we’re proud of Cuba’s history. Growing up, we constantly heard people discussing freedom, justice, and rights. Our elders taught us to admire the glorious examples of our heroes and martyrs—Cespedes, Agramonte, Maceo, Gomez, and Marti are names we’ve known since childhood."

"We’ve respectfully listened to the Titans: Freedom can’t be pleaded for, only fought for with sword!"

"Now Europeans and their drug dealer minions are armed to the teeth, wantonly taking Cuban lives in the streets. Once beautiful Havana has become a slaughterhouse of violence and murder; Cuban people’s pure and fiery hot blood endlessly flows in the streets!"

Photos aren’t needed, videos aren’t needed; every Cuban’s personal experiences are the best evidence, especially soldiers who saw their comrades pulled into surgical vans and found no corpse later, gripping their guns, trembling.

It wasn’t fear but rage—flames of fury to burn everything down!

The sound of the wheelchair began to grow passionate.

"The shameful Europeans’ military uniforms are precisely butchers’ aprons! Every wall in Havana is splattered with Cuban blood. Every bullet fired at the populace is wrapped with charred skin, shredded flesh, brain matter, and hair. Captured Cuban citizens are having their brains harvested live in camp cells!"

"Cuba’s land is drowning in a thick, dark, sticky tide of human blood! That wicked hand determining Cuba’s fate is now inscribing on the stone tablet leading to hell’s gate: [Abandon all hope]. "

"They are bestial sadists, barbarians, beasts in human skin; merely sipping from the river of blood can’t satisfy their thirst. They wish to drink the whole river dry until the last Cuban’s blood is exhausted."

"Yet Cubans will never yield nor bow down and beg, even if starved and emaciated, still thousands of times stronger than the executioners and exploiters!"

"Murderers of Cuban history will despairingly see that the thoughts and spirit of victory they try to bury in history will arise again on this land! Those they attempt to kill are still alive and will forever live within every Cuban’s heart."

The flags in Santa Clara’s Revolution Square fluttered in the gale as the Che Guevara statue’s eternally open eyes watched the land and its people.

"October 10th and February 24th are glorious, nationwide celebratory days because it was when Cubans rose to shatter the infamous tyranny’s shackles. Parents taught us to cherish and protect the beautiful Lone Star flag and sing the national anthem each night. The anthem tells us living in chains equals living in disgrace; dying for the motherland is eternal life. We’ve learned all this and will never forget!"

"So today, May 17th, a hundred years after the pioneer’s demise, will also be a glorious day because I must tell those dictators far in Europe that unless our land sinks into the sea, we will never consent to be anyone’s slaves!"

"I believe Cubans are noble beings rich in rebellious spirit! Even if I fall along the way, even if they attempt to smear me similarly, it doesn’t matter because I believe!"

"History and the people will declare me innocent!"

When he finished the last word, even a fool should know Wilt’s stance.

Rumors had long spread among the soldiers in Guines; after all, these frontline soldiers knew better than the drug dealers who fled to Europe what was going on.

Since arriving in Guines, the fierce Horizon Mercenaries no longer bothered them. Several attacks were loud but not heavy, starkly different from their previously reckless tactics, while on the other side, Europeans frequently suffered losses at Horizon Mercenaries’ hands.