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Chapter 720 The Dragon’s Show Off (Second update, please subscribe)

"Here they come, they're coming!"

Suddenly the closed port door opened, and people on the roadside stood on tiptoes to look at the open door.

The streets outside Kuantan Port slowly became quiet, and only then did people hear the faint roar coming from the harbor.

People couldn't help but hold their breath. They distinguished the rhythmic roar in their ears. It was the roar of the motorcade, and it seemed to be mixed with some other sounds. It was thick and soul-stirring, and made people feel excited. A strong vibrating rhythm.

"Pearl...bless..."

The people standing at the intersection made a commotion, mixed with countless deliberately suppressed exclamations.

"Look, the Nanyang army!"

"It's infantry!"

No, it's a Marine!
Although trucks were available, the Marines did not ride in them, choosing instead to walk into the city.

Arranged in a neat phalanx, the Marines stepped onto the land of Kuantan.

The Marines looked forward firmly, and no one turned their eyes to either side. The formation was solid and neat, and the solemn momentum roared from the port gate like a tsunami, giving it a full sense of oppression.

The Marines were in full combat attire, wearing camouflage combat uniforms, round-brimmed "benny hats", face paint, and tactical vests. The fully armed Marines just broke into the crowd. in sight.

The goose steps they took were completely different from those of the British army. Thousands of pairs of combat boots made a roar when they stepped on the ground. The officer leading the team stood on one side of the team and marched with them.

Such solemnity and majesty gave the people of Kuantan the most profound impact in the most direct way.

"It's just a group of infantry..."

Some people muttered this, and of course some couldn't help but think to themselves, these people really look different.

But what's the difference?
No one could tell, but looking at these soldiers who were looking intently, in the orderly footsteps, the nameless tremor made everyone's hearts tremble.

"Jen... bless!"

For these skinny locals, this kind of impact was something they had never experienced before. Even when they accidentally collided with the eyes of these warriors with paint on their faces, they quickly averted their eyes.

Then they desperately adjusted their mood to adapt to the impact that these soldiers in front of them had on their hearts.

And even more shocking!
People's hearts are shocked!

Just when the visual and mental impact of the infantry squadron had not subsided, an even stronger stimulus followed - the tank convoy was already roaring and slowly driving over.

The roar of the diesel engine rolls in like thunder in the rainy season. Along with the approaching roar, people felt that the ground beneath their feet was shaking, and even the air above them was shaking.

Tanks, the Malays are no strangers to tanks. After all, Japanese tanks and British tanks fought on this land. Logically speaking, they should be used to it.

But today, when the tanks from Southeast Asia roared on the streets of Kuantan, amidst the roar of diesel engines and blue smoke, these tanks were like giant beasts coming out of the sea, shaking people's hearts and shaking the earth. .

The rubber tracks rolled over the ground making a uniform sound, the low roar of the diesel engine echoed in the air, and the exhaust pipe sprayed light blue smoke, covering the entire tank queue with a layer of light blue smoke. Such smoke makes the scene somewhat mythical.

The slender barrel on the tank allows everyone to intuitively feel the power it stores. This power is beyond the power of the body to resist.

If the previous infantry only shocked people's hearts, now many people are already frightened!

"… bless you!"

When listening to the surrounding natives praying for blessings, the smiles on the faces of the Tang people became more and more intense, and the men who let the children sit on their shoulders said in a showy tone.

"Did you see that, that's our Tang Dynasty tank!"

"Our Tang people's tanks!"

When they said these words, they looked at the surrounding natives with proud eyes. At this moment, their suppressed emotions seemed to be released.

Once upon a time, they suffered injustice.

Once upon a time, they endured the humiliation.

And now?

After seeing the army from Southeast Asia and seeing these tanks, everyone seemed to have found a backbone. Their originally bent waists straightened up, and the humble and obedient flattery on their faces turned into laughter. At this moment, they were completely different from the past.

"Nanyang!"

I don’t know who shouted first, and then the shouts merged into one.

"Nanyang, Nanyang..."

People's shouts echoed in the streets of Kuantan, merged with the roar of tank engines, and the helicopters still hovered in the sky. The people's shouts became louder as the helicopters roared over people's heads.

At this moment, the dragon is showing off!

And what about those natives who once enjoyed themselves so proudly?

They all looked like they were mourning their heirs. The original emotion they should have shown was that of sadness and humiliation.

But what they are showing now is a kind of helplessness, a kind of resignation and acceptance.

At this time, these people who once swore in front of the British that "if I am not independent, I would rather die" became numb again.

Although their faces looked like they were mourning for their heirs, there was no humiliation or sadness, but more helplessness.

Accepted.

The British and Nanyang people are just different people. Of course, their hearts are also full of unwillingness, because... why are they Nanyang people, why are they those Tang people.

But in front of the strength displayed by Nanyang, they became as docile as lambs.

"This is human nature!"

Standing on the balcony and looking at the lamb-like natives on the roadside, Adam Wells, the colonial authority's special commissioner in Kuantan, was leisurely holding a glass of whiskey and speaking lightly while holding his hand on the balcony railing. .

"Seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Once upon a time, I thought they would stand up and oppose resolutely, but now? Look..."

Adam said, pointing to the street with his cigar in his hand.

"They are like lambs, they have lost all the courage they had yesterday."

"Sir, this is because..."

Dornier adjusted his glasses frame and said in a contemptuous tone.

"They don't dare to bet on whether Nanyang will shoot."

"Colonel, so they were sure that the British would not shoot?"

Adam asked rhetorically.

"No,"

Colonel Dornier said, shaking his head.

"They are convinced that Britain cannot send many troops here, but they believe that Nanyang will send many troops here because, as we all know, Nanyang is not as weak as Britain."

"Colonel, you know..."

Adam shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said.

"The truth hurts."

"It hurts, but it's just the beginning,"

Dornier continued.

"They have just entered here. When the power of those natives is compromised, they will definitely stand up. By then..."

Looking at the troops on the street, Dornier sneered.

"They will face a difficult choice..."

(End of this chapter)