Age of Conquest Reborn

Reporters have long seen that the rise of Tang Qiuli, the newly rising overlord of the Indochina Peninsula, is inherently mysterious and legendary. Under the rule of the British for nearly a century and the powerful force of the Japanese,

, without much trouble, they gained control of the Indochina Peninsula. The news value of this is self-evident.

Especially in the process of dealing with the great riots in the Indochina Peninsula, the iron-blooded and tyrannical side he showed, despite the opposition and warnings from the world's powers, still went his own way and did not change his original intention. His confidence and reliance are

What?

These are all news materials that reporters can’t wait to dig up, but the security inspections of the special guards are extremely strict and uncompromising. Although everyone wants to get first-hand information, under the tough and murderous special guards,

In front of us, we can only wait patiently.

As soon as Tang Qiuli returned to the jeep, he was surrounded by reporters. Before he could ask questions, he heard a burst of shouting in English. It was Richard Wilson. He saw that many of these reporters had blue eyes.

, fellow Europeans with high nose bridges, they shouted desperately as if they had found the last straw.

Of course, he would never shout out that he sold the treasures of the British Empire in exchange for a chance of survival. He repeated these two sentences: "I am British and I am innocent!"

The attention of the reporters was attracted by this shrill and yelling British man. They picked up their cameras and took pictures. Among them, two reporters from the British "Times" could tell the story from Wilson's fluent English.

It was determined that the man tied up by Wuhua Da was his compatriot, the first person sentenced to death in Tang Qiuli's verdict.

It is one thing to see the information provided by the Ministry of Defense Press Office, but it is another thing to see one's own compatriots on the spot who will soon become the victims of the Chinese people. It is indirect information and the intuitive feeling of the scene.

, shocked the hearts of two British journalists.

One of the British reporters, with angry flames dancing in his eyes, squeezed into the crowd of reporters and asked loudly: "Hello General Tang, I am Jack Lawrence, a reporter from the British Times. I have a question. I hope General

Can answer truthfully!"

Tang Qiuli looked at the British reporter with burning eyes and asked with a half-smile, pretending to be surprised: "Oh! I wonder if this reporter, what questions do you want to ask me?"

Jack Lawrence stared at Tang Qiuli and said: "General Tang, this is a British citizen who was sentenced to death in Indochina under your rule. I would like to know what your legal basis is? What crime did he commit?

What crime? Or is this Mr. Wilson simply an innocent victim?"

Lawrence's question was pointed enough, especially the last sentence, which pointed directly at the Indochina supreme leader. He was killing innocent people indiscriminately. Moreover, the people killed were British. Everyone will not forget that just between the two

Years ago, the British were still the owners of this land.

Tang Qiuli smiled and replied calmly: "Excuse me, Mr. reporter, have you seen the information provided by our press office? You have gone deep into the cities where riots occurred in Indochina and interviewed the victims.

Is it? If so, your question is purely boring, childish and ridiculous. If not, you should learn the truth about the riots before asking questions!"

Jack Lawrence was embarrassed, and Tang Qiuli answered impeccably. Not only did he read the information provided by the press office more carefully than anyone else, he also went to all the regions for interviews, not to faithfully report the truth of the incident, but

With the mentality of finding faults, I hope to find something suspicious in it, and use my pen skills to confuse right and wrong and mislead the world.

However, Lawrence was very disappointed. There was no loophole in the truth of the incident. However, he was not willing to be defeated like this. He rolled his light blue eyes and said: "General Tang, we saw

The information provided may not be true. Those so-called violent incidents may have another truth, but they are just covered up by the powerful! I even think that this is a premeditated conspiracy!"

Tang Qiuli shrugged and said helplessly: "Mr. Reporter, since you think so, there is nothing I can do about it. However, I have reason to think that you are a complete bastard, a person who is good at distorting facts, wearing colored glasses, regardless of

thing

What else can you do besides turning a blind eye to the truth, a literary scoundrel who deliberately spreads rumors to stir up trouble and confuses right and wrong? The Times will definitely be shamed because of scum like you! The press world will be humiliated because of people like you.

And feel doubly ashamed!”

The reporters were in an uproar. This Chinese General Tang Qiuli was fierce enough and had enough personality. He scolded reporters in person when they disagreed with each other. This is really rare. If the original text is published, it must be explosive news. Lawrence's face

The red team and the white team were stunned, and he retreated to the side in embarrassment. He was scolded for being a literary scoundrel in front of his face. He really didn't have the shame to bother him anymore. Wasn't it embarrassing enough?

Especially when he saw the fierce light in Tang Qiuli's eyes, the hair on Lawrence's body exploded, and he felt cold and timid. In fact, Tang Qiuli was still polite. On the other hand, he also took into account the impact, otherwise,

Just based on Lawrence's bastard words, Tang Qiuli would become one of these thugs who were tied up and waiting for death to come.

A short male reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses squeezed in front of Tang Qiuli and said: "General Tang, I am Hidemi Kobayashi, a reporter from Japan's Yomiuri Shimbun. I would like to ask General Tang, what is the impact of the riots in Indochina?

Are there any obstacles to your future plans? Or will you focus on dealing with the huge impact of this riot?"

Tang Qiuli frowned and thought to himself: "This Japanese reporter is so fucking stupid. Why don't you ask me directly if you want to hit Singapore's Yanzaburo Ito? You want to touch my bottom, but you can't.

Such a way to ask!"

Tang Qiuli deliberately pondered for a moment and replied: "Mr. reporter, I have to tell you with deep sorrow that this riot that spread to the entire Indo-China Peninsula has caused huge damage, leaving major cities in devastation.

Daily production and life in the city have been greatly affected. The only thing I have to do now is to concentrate all financial, material and human resources to restore stability in Indochina as soon as possible."

"As for other plans, they will all give way to this goal. According to the report of my subordinates, this will take a long time, one year, two years, maybe longer. When we Chinese enter Indochina, we will not only take the British

The dilapidated and rotten foundation left behind must be thoroughly cleaned up, and the wounds caused by the riots must be healed. I wonder if my answer, Mr. reporter, is satisfactory?"

Kobayashi Hidemi beamed, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Thank you, General, for your answer. I am satisfied, very satisfied." Compared with the British guy Lawrence, Kobayashi felt quite good. He was scolded, but he got detailed information.

The most important thing about Tang Qiuli's answer was that he roughly discovered Tang Qiuli's trump card, which was that the Chinese would not use force for a long time.

An American reporter rushed to ask: "General Tang, by executing forty-seven British people in this way, have you considered the British government's attitude? Also, this will have a profound impact on the relationship between the Allied members.

Big impact, I want to hear your opinion?"

Tang Qiuli smiled brightly. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the American reporter. He seemed to think that his question was very ridiculous. Then he replied: "As for the attitude of the British government, I am warming up to the British Prime Minister.

In his reply to His Excellency Sir Winston Churchill, he made it clear and unmistakable that you can ask for the manuscript of this telegram from Major Mei Xue, Director of my Press Department. As for your second question, I don’t want to answer it because it is very difficult to answer.

It’s boring.”

The reporters were still asking questions. A colonel officer trotted over and saluted and said: "Commander, the execution time has come. Wen Zhaoxian, captain of the execution team and colonel commander of the first regiment of the third brigade directly under the corps,

Please tell me, Commander, if the execution can be carried out?"

Tang Qiuli looked at these reporters and said with regret: "Journalists, I'm very sorry. The thrilling time has come, so I can only ask you to leave!"

Shan Hu waved his hand, and the soldiers from the security brigade came over and persuaded the reporters out of the execution site. Tang Qiuli said to Wen Zhaoxian: "Captain Wen, you are the on-site commander here. Everything will be done as originally planned."

The plan is ready to start!”

Tang Qiuli returned to the jeep, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on to cover the murderous intent in his eyes. Then, he and Shan Hu sat in the car and watched the execution scene.

The small red flag in Wen Zhaoxian's hand was raised high. The crowd of onlookers more than a thousand meters away, numbering hundreds of thousands, fell silent at that time, with their hearts in their throats and their eyes fixed on each other. None of them thought that,

The execution weapon used by the squadron was actually a heavy machine gun. Under the sun, the blue gun body gave off a cold metallic light.

Seeing this, Yangon citizens and reporters felt dizzy and felt a chill in their hearts. Seven or eight thousand people were about to fall to such a domineering weapon. The powerful Chinese Tang Qiuli opened fire again.

A historical precedent.

The small red flag in Wen Zhaoxian's hand suddenly fell down, "Clatter!" There was a deafening roar of heavy machine guns, and the dumb thugs fell down like wheat blown down by the strong wind.

Next, the sound of gunfire shocked all the Yangon citizens who were watching. Only then did they realize what absolute violence is!

Amidst the roar of the heavy machine gun, Tang Qiuli had a cold smile on his lips and said to Shan Hu calmly: "Huzi, let's go back to the division headquarters!"

(To be continued)