Al Baron Samedi not like the skies, searching for answers, machine and dig into the rotten soul of men. He preferred to sit in the shade of an ancient tree and lamenting his fate, his back to Villanueva, that cursed village that has won everything. However, precipitating events, and his companion of misfortune, Baron Lacroix, has been asked to emulate him in his search for the last pieces of the puzzle missing giant zombie called civil war. And there's the Baron Samedi, perched on the Alcázar de Toledo, scanning the horizon.
The Alcazar is an old Roman palace, stone, who has spent for many times and has been renovated several times. It is a square fort, with a central courtyard, virtually impregnable. Here are besieged little more than a thousand men for two months. Although Toledo is revealed from the outset against the Republic, the meager military forces were in the city, reinforced by Some civil rights were insufficient to defend because of its proximity to Madrid. So the rebels led by Colonel Moscardo, took refuge within its walls. And there still resisting. Nobody thought they would get. Nobody believed that thousands of men were able to withstand the onslaught of half Republican Army. But they have done. The left-wing militia columns come relentlessly bombarded the fortress and, they tried to take the assault, or fly towers with explosives. But days pass and there seems to be getting to take it.
the end, the siege of the fortress has become a symbol and the National Defense Council, an umbrella rebel generals, you know While the importance of symbols. Thus, Francisco Franco, who heads the "de facto on the Board since September 21, diverted their first offensive against Madrid and Toledo will spend their troops. The mission: to liberate the fortress.
Samedi The day came to Toledo, it was known that the rebel troops were about to arrive and take the Alcázar was a useless company because soon the whole city would be released. But the fighting continues.
There are zombies on both sides, highlighted by his fellow soldiers for their dirty mouths with blood, and form their own group of fighters. Samedi was hours behind two zombies of their own, two figures stepped forward to stand up to it. Replay those prodigal sons filled him with satisfaction and, if sweaty, bathed in lymph others, he found beautiful, sublime and complete.
"I've eaten Moscardo's son," said one of them. We caught a morning and then call the parent by telephone and told him that if he did not make the square, would devour.
"I did not gave up, course, knew the baron, a wry face.
"He did not. And Luis Moscardo died shouting "Long live Spain! Viva Cristo Rey! ", As I devoured his gut.
Samedi mood patted his mort-vivant and let him go to the search for new and rewarding experiences.
that morning attending to last Baron bout Alcazar. The Republicans know that they only had a chance and put all their efforts in a suicide attack.
The assault is appalling and regular zombies militants charged in unison: rebels tens of Moscardó perish engulfed in a sea of \u200b\u200bbloody hands, fists clutched in their arms, hungry mouths. Two tanks advancing tanks leading the attack, while undead uploaded to your body attempting to reach the fortress towers to climb and kill any fascist comes their way. In ecstasy crime, the rage and agony of the struggle, the immense pleasure that dispense grants, to determine the fate of others bias, those figures move gracefully precise in their timing and their money, making delicate dodging bullets circumvent that trigger the besieged incessantly.
A group of Asturian miners walls and towers pop in various parts of the palace, opening gaps where enter the race militants. The order from Madrid is clear: take the fortress at any cost. For a moment, a group of zombies climbers, those who jumped from battlements and towers, get the flag removed and put the Republican, but a young cadet named Jaime stops them killing some undead with your gun and, when runs out of bullets, with their own hands and even their teeth.
loading has stalled. Go drink some militants to fight again, although separated from other units and even separated and no order of battle, so that there is already a plan of attack, not join efforts, and what a win, what lose others. The fascists, meanwhile, defended orderly room to room, but not giving an inch of land.
That becomes a slaughter. Red zombies are shot so fast that Samedi fails to fixate on each of them, for when it does, they are already dead. Their bodies writhing on the floor heave and seizures that we prepared at birth, for the transit: If applicable, a second transit. Is a beautiful sight. Death, for those beings, is liberation, indeed, death becomes the ultimate punishment for his weakness. It is a redemption. Moscardo the disciplined forces, make the horror a perfect dance, along with their own zombies, defeat the contrary in all the battles, less in number, they continue being much lower. But that is a siege, it is not so important.
The remaining zombies left, on the contrary , tilting the sway of the waves of enemies or push the deaf who are behind them. They have no free will: kill or die fighting, simply.
No amount of effort or to concentrate men and material, the attackers are lost. The Republican army is an army. Most men struggle day and then return home with the woman, in Madrid or the surrounding area. Then walk back to the Alcazar with his sandwich in the bag, such as school or going camping. On weekends sometimes bring the family to see how the heavy artillery of 155 mm
contrast, Moscardo soldiers are Above all, soldiers, apprentices not revolutionary. In the end, but with many casualties, the fascists get repel also the last, dying enemy attack.
After the battle of that day, General Moscardo comes to congratulate James, the cadet who has saved the flag . The Samedi the notes uploaded to one of the towers, while the two men walking. Jaime Milans del Bosch has twenty years. Moscardo is about to turn sixty. One is the past and the other is the future of fascism.
"Today I knew, sir, I was doing something important," says Jaime, puffing out his chest. Note that I dreamed that in the future when I have more or less his age, there will be another democratic government in Spain and I go out into the streets with my tanks to lead a coup. I even remember the name of which I school: Antonio Tejero, Alfonso Armada and others ... Will, at least in my dream, a February 23.
And laughs Jaime Milans del Bosch. When your jaw is opened, the teeth are shown soiled with blood, though he has tried to clean them. Jaime is a zombie. One of those who have not become undead warlock but because of their own accord, disguised as human, but is so zombie as those who ate the son of Moscardo.
And the colonel himself laughs at the audacity of the boy and not considered an excess or a form of godliness. Only is the folly of youth.
But more than that. Samedi realize suddenly that Baron Lacroix has not sent there to see how the fortress resists the onslaught of terribly misguided and poorly trained army of the Republic. No, he has called out just to witness that moment that the civil war zombie is much more than a symbol, as is the Alcázar.
The war will last forever unless they do something for avoided. But that company is too big for Samedi. If anyone can plan how to overcome the destination, that the Sacaúntos, Baron Lacroix.
Think then Samedi: True or false, real and false gods of voodoo, the loas, provide our anxieties from the mists of time. Murmur and argue with each other, twist the little stories that make up our existence and pretend to be omnipotent. But are they?, To what extent we are masters of our actions?, To what extent can they change them?, Can we be so free as to control our own destiny? and so great courage, do not offend the gods? Too many questions for such small minds. Overcome, curtailed, travelers in this limbo material we call reality, we can not do anything but try to survive another day, and yet this poor goal requires the gift of heroism, a gift no longer possess.
The Samedi only hopes that one day, a second death comes to release him as they were released many of the zombies when attacked Colonel Moscardo troops. A day later, on September 28, the Alcazar is released by the advance of the fascist troops of General Varela. Now, hordes of zombies Legionnaires eat all the cells that remain in Toledo and surrounding areas. Prance their heads into spears. But the Baron Samedi is no longer there. Fly over the sky of the Mediterranean off the coast of Valencia, to meet a Nazi war battleship, the Admiral Graf Spee.
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