...of occupation

"War's broken out!"
War, in fact, had broken out three months before. Martial law was in effect in the whole country. The only one who knew it immediately was Don Apolinar Moscote, but he did not give the news even to his wife while the army platoon that was to occupy the town by surprise was on its way. They entered noiselessly before dawn, with two pieces of light artillery drawn by mules, and they set up they headquarters in the school. A 6 P.M. curfew was established. A more drastic search than the previous one was undertaken house by house, and this time they even took farm implements. They dragged out Dr. Noguera, tied him to a tree and shot him without any due process of law. Father Nicanor tried to impress the military authorities with the miracle of levitation and had his head split open by the butt of a soldier's rifle. The Liberal exaltation had been extinguished into a silent terror. Aureliano, pale, mysterious, continued playing dominoes with his father-in-law. He understood that in spite of his present title of civil and military leader of the town, Don Apolinar Moscote was once more a figurehead. The decisions were made by the army captain, who each morning collected an extraordinary levy for the defence of public order. Four soldiers under his command snatched a woman who had been bitten by a mad dog from her family and killed her with rifle butts. One Sunday, two weeks after the occupation, Aureliano entered Gerineldo Marquez's house and with his usual terseness asked for a mug of coffee without sugar. When the two of them were alone in the kitchen, Aureliano gave his voice an authority that had never been heard before. "Get the boys ready," he said. "We're going to war." Gerineldo Marquez did not believe him.

[One Hundred Years of Solitude, Marquez, G. G.]