Puertollano.
For Cabrera, whether he surrendered to the Spanish Republic or not, his mission would not change: dealing with the Austrians.
Now that he had surrendered to the Spanish Republic, his army had once again received supplies, but no reinforcements.
Cabrera understood what Ferrante Duway meant. The former had to prove his loyalty to the latter. In Cabrera's view, now that he had thrown in with the Spanish Republic, his reputation ought to improve a little.
After all, he had only been forced by circumstances in the past. It was all Carlos VI's fault. Now that he had abandoned darkness for light, everyone ought to forgive him, right?
This was nothing more than Cabrera's fantasy before the Spanish Guerrillas broke through Puertollano's city defense headquarters.
In truth, Cabrera's army had committed every evil under the sun, and its relations with the nearby residents had long since become like fire and water. On the other hand, the atrocities of the Spanish Government Army had also been carried into the Austrian Empire's occupied zone by countless refugees fleeing disaster.
This left the Spaniards in the occupied zone both terrified and enraged. Some secretly organized troops to go to the Borderlands and help the resistance, while others began strengthening the defenses of their cities.
After news came that the Austrian Empire was indeed preparing to withdraw, the mood of panic reached its peak. Emotions could transform into one another; when fear reached its utmost limit, it became anger.
The Spanish Legion organized by the Austrian Empire began redoubling its training efforts. They would defend their homes at all costs—their own homes.
Besides that, the number of people willing to leave Spain for the colonies also increased greatly. After all, leaving this place meant escaping the devil's claws as well. The world was so