百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第7章Part 3

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第7章Part 3  

As he was speaking he reached into his bodice and took out a small gold fish. "I think that this will be sufficient
" he said. Arcadio could see that indeed it was one of the little fishes made by Colonel Aureliano Buendía. But anyone could have bought it before the war or stolen it
and it had no merit as a safe-conduct pass. The messenger even went to the extreme of violating a military secret so that they would believe his identity. He revealed that he was on a mission to Curao
where he hoped to recruit exiles from all over the Caribbean and acquire arms and supplies sufficient to attempt a landing at the end of the year. With faith in that plan
Colonel Aureliano Buendía was not in favor of any useless sacrifices at that time. But Arcadio was inflexible. He had the prisoner put into the stocks until he could prove his identity and he resolved to defend the town to the death.
He did not have long to wait. The news of the Liberal defeat was more and more concrete. Toward the end of March
before a dawn of premature rain
the tense calm of the previous weeks was abruptly broken by the desperate sounds of a cor and a cannon shot that knocked down the steeple of the church. Actually
Arcadio's decision to resist was madness. He had only fifty poorly armed men with a ration of enty cartridges apiece. But among them
his former pupils
excited by the high-sounding proclamations
the determination reigned to sacrifice their skins for a lost cause. In the midst of the tramping of boots
contradictory mands
cannon shots that made the earth tremble
wild shooting
and the senseless sound of cors
the supposed Colonel Stevenson managed to speak to Arcadio. "Don't let me undergo the indignity of dying in the stocks in these women's clothes
" he said to him. "If I have to die
let me die fighting." He succeeded in convincing him. Arcadio ordered them to give him a weapon and entycartridges
and he left him with five men to defend headquarters while he went off with his staff to head up the resistance. He did not get to the road to the swamp. The barricades had been broken and the defenders were openly fighting in the streets
first until they used up their ration of rifle bullets
then with pistols against rifles
and finally hand to hand. With the imminence of defeat
some women went into the street armed with sticks and kitchen knives. In that confusion Arcadio found Amaranta
who was looking for him like a madwoman
in her nightgown and with o old pistols that had belonged to José Arcadio Buendía. He gave his rifle to an officer who had been disarmed in the fight and escaped with Amaranta through a nearby street to take her home. úrsula was
in the doorway waiting
indifferent to the cannon shots that had opened up a hole in the front of the house next door. The rain was letting up
but the streets were as slippery and as smooth as melted soap
and one had to guess distancesin the darkness. Arcadio left Amaranta with úrsula and made an attempt to face o soldiers who had opened up with heavy firing from the corner. The old pistols that had been kept for many years in the bureau did not work. Protecting Arcadio with her body
úrsula tried to drag him toward the house.
"Come along in the name of God
" she shouted at him. "There's been enough madness!"
The soldiers aimed at them.
"Let go of that man
ma'am
" one of them shouted
"or we won't be responsible!"
Arcadio pushed úrsula toward the house and surrendered. A short time later the shooting stopped and the bells began to toll. The resistance had been wiped out in less than half an hour. Not a single one of Arcadio's men had survived the attack
but before dying they had killed three hundred soldiers. The last stronghold was the barracks. Before being attacked
the supposed Colonel Gregorio Stevenson had freed the prisoners and ordered his men to go out and fight in the street. The extraordinary mobility and accurate aim with which he placed his enty cartridges gave the impression that the barracks was well-defended
and the attackers blew it to pieces with cannon fire. The captain who directed the operation was startled to find the rubble deserted and a single dead man in his undershorts with an empty rifle still clutched in an arm that had been blown pletely off. He had a woman's full head of hair held at the neck with a b and on his neck a chain with a small gold fish. When he turned him over withthe tip of his boot and put the light on his face
the captain was perplexed. "Jesus Christ
" he exclaimed. Other officers came over.