Someone defied the odds and ran inside the vehicle, opened the compartment, and upon seeing the heap of brains, screamed like a little girl and fainted.
Seeing the solid evidence, the routed soldiers' fury was tinged with mournful indignation.
"Why? Why would they do this?"
"We're fighting at the front, and they're killing us from the back!"
"These Europeans are truly scum!"
They tossed their guns to the ground, dejected and crestfallen, even more so than after their initial defeat. Some even squatted down and cried with their heads in their hands.
Originally, Havana's army had no legitimacy in battle. It was all for money, but they barely saw a penny each month. Now, their last bit of spirit was utterly crushed.
At this moment, the wheelchair stood up and addressed the group of soldiers on the brink of collapse.
"Brothers, Europeans don't see us as human, but we mustn't forget our own humanity. No matter what, we are still alive, aren't we?"
He patted his chest and said,
