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Chapter 890 On the Function of Street Lights (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

The sound of gunfire and artillery fire echoed over the city.

The so-called government troops and the rebels were fighting fiercely in the city. The streets were full of corpses, both military and civilian. The city was full of burned buildings.

This once bustling and noisy city was now shrouded in a solemn and chaotic atmosphere. Whether it was the so-called reactionaries or the government troops, they were all fighting here.

Their flags danced wildly in the wind. The flags that had once been hoisted high had now fallen from the flagpoles, leaving people to trample on them, as if announcing the arrival of a new ruling order.

The government forces, without a backbone, could only struggle to cope with this sudden rebellion. Above their heads were the invaders' bombers and in front of them were well-trained rebels.

In such an attack, they were defeated step by step, and their figures hurriedly passed through the chaotic streets, carrying the frustration and helplessness of defeat. Every corner of the city was filled with the smoke and blood of battle, and the fear and panic of the residents filled the air.

In this chaotic situation, the Soviet Embassy in the city center became an isolated island. Hundreds of officers and soldiers were guarding outside the embassy. Behind the anti-collision concrete pier, there were even two T34 tanks with their black muzzles pointing directly at the street.

Outside the embassy, ​​security was tight, but inside the embassy was in a mess. The embassy staff were destroying various materials and documents in a tense and orderly manner. Their faces were full of anxiety.

"Hurry up, all the information must be destroyed. It must not fall into the hands of the enemy!"

Their shouts sounded a little nervous, but there was no other way. If these materials were exposed, the Soviet Union's reputation would be completely ruined, and many things that had not been confirmed before would become irrefutable evidence.

"Burn it, burn it all!"

Ambassador Smirnov listened to the artillery fire outside with some anxiety. The explosions were getting closer, which meant that the rebels were approaching the embassy.

"Don't leave even a piece of paper behind!"

Major Mikhail shouted.

"These, these, and these, all burn..."

As the head of Soviet intelligence in Siam, the major knew very well that the value of this intelligence was enough to cause an earthquake in the diplomatic community. Therefore, it had to be burned.

"They shouldn't dare to enter the embassy!"

Although Ambassador Smirnov had a glimmer of hope in his heart, he did not dare to gamble. After all, many years ago, someone had broken into the Soviet embassy and seized a lot of secret intelligence.

The embassy staff and intelligence personnel were all anxiously looking at the fire. Their duty was to protect the country's secrets from being leaked. At this moment, they were sitting in front of piles of documents, using flames to devour the papers that might reveal secrets.

Piles of flames were leaping in the backyard of the embassy, ​​while in the front yard of the embassy, ​​embassy security personnel holding new assault rifles were always alert to the movements around them, fearing that someone would break in and discover their secrets.

At this tense and crisis-filled moment, a group of people came to the Soviet Embassy - they were all high-ranking Siamese officials, and they came to seek asylum. However, they were blocked outside the iron gate.

one officer shouted in fluent Russian.

"I'm the Minister of Internal Affairs, and I want to see Ambassador Smirnov!"

Soon, Ambassador Smirnov arrived at the iron gate and saw those officials who were like stray dogs. They used to be friends, but what about now?
"Ambassador, I have always been your friend. Please take us with you. I have three children!"

The Minister of the Interior looked at the Ambassador and shouted.

"Ambassador, we are old friends..."

For a while, there were shouts in front of the iron gate. Ambassador Smirnov seemed helpless in the face of friends who came to seek help.

"Friends, everything happened too suddenly. We were not prepared at all. We had neither planes nor ships. Now we don't know what to do!"

Ambassador Smirnov was telling the truth. All this happened too suddenly, so suddenly that they themselves were not prepared at all.

If possible, he would like to provide them with planes to take them out of the country. Only by taking these people out can they be used as tools to play an appropriate role at the right time in the future.

But now he had no ability to take them out at all - Soviet planes could not fly here at all. Even if they flew from the north, they still had to face a problem - the no-fly zone in the South Pacific. In short, under this situation, it was almost impossible to evacuate from here.

"Damn it, what should we do? You asked us to kill those guys in the first place."

The Minister of the Interior shouted angrily.

"If the reactionary army occupies Bangkok, they will definitely kill me!"

But what can his roar bring?

At most it's just sympathy. In fact... there's not even any sympathy. At this time, everyone is busy taking care of themselves.

However, as an old friend caring for old friends, Ambassador Smirnov reminded them that they could try going to the port. After all, there were still merchant ships from the Soviet Union and Eastern European countries stranded in the port. They could take their families and hide on those ships if they still had a chance to escape.

Everything happened too suddenly, so suddenly that even the Nanyang agents lurking here did not realize that the changes would be so fast.

"It happened too quickly. After Lin Dajie's troops launched the uprising, the Kuomintang was unable to organize an effective resistance. In just one day, the uprising troops basically controlled most of Bangkok."

On a small boat in the Chao Phraya River, looking at the smoke column rising above the city, Huo Xianshu's mouth corners slightly raised, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

"It's a crushing defeat! Today, I finally understand what a crushing defeat means."

"It's just a crushing defeat,"

Kang Zhenshi took a sip of tea and said.

"This operation went so smoothly thanks to the targeted elimination by the Air Force. If it weren't for Panongrong's sudden death, they would have continued to resist. Now they are leaderless, which is why we are in chaos now."

"So, to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader."

Looking at Kang Zhenshi, Huo Xianshu said.

"Boss, what will happen to those people after Lin Dajie and his men take control of the city?"

Although he did not say those people, how could Kang Zhenshi not know who Huo Xianshu was referring to? Those former government officials.

"There is too much blood on their hands, no one will let them go!"

As they spoke, the defeated soldiers in Bangkok fled in all directions, and the streets were filled with panic and chaos. Those former government officials who had previously enjoyed various privileges also lost their way in the chaos. After failing to take refuge in the Soviet Embassy, ​​they tried to escape from this place that was about to become a hell, but their escape seemed so weak.

Unfortunately, some high-ranking officials who did not have time to escape were arrested by the rebels. They were dragged to the streets by the rebels, and those faces that had once been glorious were now full of fear and despair. The rebels pushed them to the side of the street without mercy.

Then, gunshots rang out in the streets. The arrested former government officials were executed in public, and their blood dyed the streets red.

Then the corpses were tied up with ropes by angry people and hung on street lamps. These corpses seemed to remind everyone that now was the time for revenge.

Although there was constant gunfire in the city, revenge was also taking place everywhere. Those who were once prominent did not expect that retribution would come so quickly. Faced with angry soldiers and civilians, all they could do was beg bitterly, but all they got in return were bullets or sticks.

In order to warn the world, some people hang these bodies on street lamps. Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the streets of Bangkok, and have even become a beautiful landscape in this chaotic city.

The fluttering flags were taken down from various places and thrown to the ground, and in many places the old flags were raised.

Soon, the gunfire in the city stopped.

This also marked the end of the "Siamese Crisis", and the crisis came to an end. No one knows what countries around the world have learned from this crisis, but every country has its own gains.

Although there were still guerrillas resisting inside Siam in the following period, the guerrillas were doomed to fail without the support of the great powers.

(End of this chapter)