Age of Rebirth

On April [-]th, early in the morning, Yangon led to a mountain path about [-] kilometers away from the urban area, and there was an endless stream of people coming, and there were all kinds of cars from time to time. And rickshaws, Mercedes passing by.

Last night, there was a light rain. At around five o'clock in the morning, the thin clouds dispersed and the dawn appeared. Soon, a gushing red sun suddenly jumped in the east, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the mountain road became more and more beautiful. It looks verdant, the air is fresh and cool, and it is a rare good weather.

People who are busy on the road are not interested in enjoying the scenery on both sides of the mountain road. Those who are walking gather together in twos and threes, talking in low voices, and there is a little nervousness and excitement in their expressions. These are ordinary citizens of Yangon. They came to watch the scene where the Independent Division shot criminals.

The work of Mei Xue's press office has been very effective. The truth about the riots in the Indochina Peninsula and the publicity of the bloody atrocities of the thugs have been maximized. Many citizens have witnessed the criminal acts of the thugs on the night of the riots. Although they sympathize with and can't bear the suffering of Chinese and overseas Chinese in their hearts, they are unarmed, coupled with their inner cowardice, making them become bystanders.

A few days later, they were very grateful for their original choice. On that stormy night, groups of heavily armed Chinese soldiers arrived suddenly, pulled those people out of bed, and stuffed them into trucks. I was nervous, but not worried. I was even more aware that the Chinese had begun to retaliate. However, the target of retaliation did not affect me. [

In the next few days, the original owner of the Gaomen compound was kicked out, dragging his family and his family away in embarrassment. The sentence on the lips is "the grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner," and I am grateful for the psychological security brought about by being kind to the Chinese and overseas Chinese and living in harmony.

On a huge flat land among the mountains.There were several deep pits, the newly dug out soil was mixed into mud by the rain, and there were many soldiers with armed guns.He guarded the surroundings with a serious face, and when he entered, he had to undergo strict interrogation. This is Tang Qiuli, and the execution ground prepared for these thugs is only in more than two dozen cities.the biggest one.

At around [-] o'clock in the morning, dozens of military trucks ran over the wet mountain road and drove quickly. The morning wind lifted a corner of the cloth. The sharp-eyed citizens of Yangon saw murderous faces and were fully armed. Chinese soldiers.

After more than 30 minutes.More military trucks come, this time, trucks.The stands were full of thugs who were tied up and looked ashamed. Roughly estimated, there were six to seven thousand people. After the convoy drove past, the citizens aroused a lot of discussion. Among them, there were people they knew well, who they once envied Object.

However, he is a so-called rich businessman or a cultural person, and he has other backgrounds.Worst of all, they are not people who rely on physical strength and hands to eat and earn a living. Naturally, they are superior to others, and they are people of two classes.Calling a master or an adult, you don't necessarily glance at yourself.

Around eight o'clock, Tang Qiuli appeared at the execution ground in an open military jeep under the strict protection of more than 100 special guards. In the jeep, there were only two people, Shan Hu and himself, Mei Xue and Liu Xinlan, all without them. It's better for the two of them to avoid such a bloody scene.

Originally, Tang Qiuli did not need to come to the execution scene in person, but he couldn't sit still. He always felt that he couldn't see these thugs go to heaven with his own eyes, and he still had a lot of regrets in his heart. After discussing with each other, Shan Hu happily jumped up and said, "Xiaoqiu, the two of us want to go together, don't you see these guys being shot with your own eyes, don't you understand your hatred?"

After finishing speaking, he gave a military salute with a "snap", and said solemnly: "Huang Shanhu, the captain of the division's security brigade, on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the security brigade, asks the division commander to fight, and asks the division commander to let the security brigade serve as the firing squad. Please approve the division commander!" Then , clapped the heavy machine gun in his hand, and continued: "My old man, I haven't eaten meat for a long time. Although I'm not a little devil, I'm still some beast that deserves to be killed. It's justified!"

Looking at the tiger that was eager to try, Tang Qiuli had a headache and said, "Huzi, let's go, it's already hard work, Brother Qiusheng still has to do persuasion work, you're making a new request, it's not disrupting the situation." Is it Shen Jun's plan? Besides, what do you think of the troops that have been arranged?"

Shanhu muttered dissatisfiedly, and followed Tang Qiuli to the division headquarters. It went smoothly. Tang Qiusheng only gave a few words of advice, and there were no more obstacles. That's why Tang Qiuli came to the scene in person.

When Tang Qiuli got out of the car, Richard Wilson, who was kneeling in front of him with five flowers tied, suddenly had a spark of hope in his ashen eyes, and shouted loudly: "General Tang, you have promised me. I have done everything I can, and I hope you will keep your promise!"

This Wilson was unlucky enough. With the soldiers of the guard brigade, he took out the treasure with great pains. After returning to Yangon, he was thrown into a small dark room. No one cared about him for more than ten days. This guy wasn't in a hurry, he knew it well, he had given Tang Qiuli such a large sum of wealth, it was enough to buy a life.

Therefore, Wilson ate well, slept soundly, and imagined that he would be on the boat back home tomorrow. All he considered in his mind was how to dress himself up as a hero, so that he could face inquiries and investigations by domestic intelligence agencies. , Get away with it, how do you know, this morning, a few soldiers who were like wolves and tigers rushed in suddenly, and they couldn't help but say that they were dragged here.

Even a fool can see the situation at the scene, not to mention Wilson, who is a veteran spy, he always thought that this was done by Tang Qiuli's subordinates behind Tang Qiuli's back, and Tang Qiuli himself did not I don't know, but where can I go to Tang Qiuli to complain about my situation?

When he was in despair and lost all hope, Tang Qiuli, the great savior in his mind, appeared miraculously like a god. Wilson was so excited that he wanted to cry. The only chance to survive was absolutely not to be missed, so he was desperate Shout.

Tang Qiuli smiled and looked at the hysterical Wilson, and when he finished shouting, he said slowly: "It's Mr. Wilson, thank you for your cooperation, the only promise I can fulfill is to let you die quickly, soon , no pain, snap, your life is over, start praying!"

In a few words, Wilson experienced the ups and downs from the hope of life to the shattering of hope. He was so stupid that he didn't even remember his anger. He just knelt there in a daze. Desperate and horrified, he subconsciously said to himself: "Why is this happening?"

Guess Weng Song!Tang Qiuli saw the dejected kneeling there at a glance. The chairman of the Burmese National Founding Committee, the organizer and implementer of the Indochina Peninsula riots, and the core backbone of the British secret service, his eyes were full of disgust, and he said a word Staring at this sinful scum without saying a word.

Cai Weng Song noticed something, raised his head, was taken aback for a moment, and then met Tang Qiuli's eyes full of hatred. Tang Qiuli smiled contemptuously and said, "Chai Weng Song, have you ever thought of today?" [

Guai Weng Song also chuckled, not afraid at all, and with some courage, he replied: "I don't regret it. If there is an afterlife, I will kill you Chinese pigs. Tang Qiuli, your hands are full of us. The blood of the Burmese, they will not let you go, the seeds of revenge have already taken root in the hearts of the Burmese, as long as our blood is watered, it will grow into a towering tree. By then, Tang Qiuli, you The end of the devil and the executioner is coming!"

As Cai Wengsong said, he turned his head to the Yangon citizens who were watching, with a sick light in his eyes, thinking that what he said could anger Tang Qiuli and leave a hero who died in the hearts of the Yangon citizens who were watching However, he made a wrong calculation. Tang Qiuli didn't mean to get angry at all, but looked at Cai Wengsong, who was trying to be calm, with pitiful eyes.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Chai Weng Song, what a great ambition? You don't have an afterlife. I will send you, the offal with our Chinese blood on your hands, to the eighteenth level of hell. You will never be able to turn over, let alone reincarnate. , your Burmese nation-building committee has been uprooted, they will accompany you to hell, by the way, I forgot to tell you, your family has been escorted to China, don’t even think about returning to Burma in this life, hate Seeds can only wither in a foreign country.”

"As for these citizens, they came to see how you repay the blood debt, because through our propaganda, you are already a heinous villain, a murderer, and a destroyer of the city's peace. If you don't kill you, it is not enough for the people to be angry. As for my hands, I am proud to be stained with the blood of you thugs, and with these hands, I will make the sky in Myanmar calm and breezy, because I follow the will of the people."

"Also, you have a lot of property that you plundered and plundered when you were a Burmese rape. Thank you. You have accumulated most of your family property for most of your life, and it has become the wealth of our Chinese people. It will be used to build a new Burma. It should have a role! Therefore, your death is meaningless, your name will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history, and the next generation in Myanmar can only remember you, a historical sinner and Myanmar traitor!"

Tang Qiuli's words were heartbreaking words, which made Cai Weng Song's face turn livid, the blood vessels on his forehead bulged, and he glared at Tang Qiuli angrily, "pushed", spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and fell headlong Fell to the ground, passed out.

Tang Qiuli said to a lieutenant next to him: "Lieutenant, don't let him die so quickly, call the military doctor over, I want him to see and experience with his own eyes, the feeling of a bullet piercing his head!"

The lieutenant replied excitedly: "Yes, sir! Execute the order immediately!" When Tang Qiuli turned around, a large group of reporters rushed towards him after passing the security check.

(to be continued) (to be continued...)